Keelor chuckled and kept his grip on her arm when she tried to avoid passing through the huge and formidable gates. “Keep walking. You are late for work after all.” Alda stumbled forward when he shoved her into the lab area. The scents she was catching were horrific. She could smell pain and that was the least offensive odour she was dealing with. There were four beings with scrubs on, working in differing parts of the lab, when Keelor shoved her forward and introduced her, “Here is the Pain Taker. Put her to work.” The first physician smiled at her, and it was not a good smile. “Excellent. I was about to bring Vek in for his morning session.” Two other physicians prepped a station, and the third walked out a rear door. “Have you checked her for transmitters?” The doctor walked up to her and seemed to be giving her a visual exam. Keelor chuckled. “Yes. She is clear of any transmitter. We caught her in a bureaucratic limbo. She had not yet been assigned to a mission, nor has she been installed in the Citadel.
