To prevent UMBRA from following them out, Jonquil and Aliza left through the cargo entrance. Within minutes, they were on a train bound for Silica General Hospital.
It was a strange feeling to know that an intelligence agency had its eyes on you. Everything took on a new context. The SPRING girl reading the news on her watch who glanced their way a couple times. The off-duty BEACON security officer eating an early lunch at the cafe next door. The two nurses on a smoke break in the lobby. All of them could be the eyes of the enemy.
“Jonquil. Can you stop that?” Aliza grumbled.
“Stop staring at everyone like they’re about to take off their skin costume and vomit acid at you.”
“I’d prefer that to one of them being UMBRA.” Jonquil dropped her voice. “We have to be careful, Aliza.”
“It’s pointless, so just relax babe. UMBRA‘s tentacles are absolutely everywhere. We’d have better luck going a year without getting rained on than we would going a day without being spotted.”
Jonquil wondered how the hell that was meant to relax her.
Silica General was a huge U-shaped building, with rounded mint green walls. It was huge, thrice the size of Spectra Plaza, befitting its status as MIRROR‘s headquarters on Porropelin. Hundreds of research projects and initiatives, thousands of MIRROR doctors treating countless patients. An otherwise-featureless pink plaque sat in front of the main entrance. It simply read “The Answer Stares Back”. MIRROR‘s motto. No idea what it meant.
The helpful woman behind the desk directed them to the trauma ward. That was where they’d find Polly Peck, the young agent who survived the SPRING_ToMind explosion. Polly had regained consciousness overnight and had been drifting in and out ever since, and OPTICA was waiting for her to recover before interviewing her.
Silica General was a labyrinth. Even with explicit directions, it was a fifteen minute walk from the entrance to Polly’s room. On the way, they passed rushing surgeons, haggard nurses, and shell-shocked patients.
The medical chicks were good people. They worked hard and organized well; MIRROR was perhaps the branch with the fewest internal conflicts and the most cohesive organizational vision.
But Jonquil absolutely hated their aesthetic sensibilities. Everything was washed-out and low contrast, and so the hallways stretched on forever into a blurry mush. The walls almost seemed to pulsate in an optical illusion she couldn’t exactly explain. Girls ran to and fro in face masks to prevent the spread of bacteria, their outfits similarly bland and neutral. The air smelled like disinfectant.
Polly’s room was at the very back corner of the trauma ward. A simple little room with a bed, nightstand, and some dressers filled with supplies. Polly lay in bed with her doctor standing over her. “Last question, how’s the dose treating you?” asked the doctor, a ruddy and full-figured woman with thick purple hair.
Polly sat up. Her right eye was hidden behind a bandage that wrapped around her scalp. Another big bandage adorned her left cheek, her right arm was in a sling and there were more bandages on her left arm and both her legs. Poor thing looked halfway through mummification. “Not so bad,” she said vacantly. “Makes me feel kinda… swimmy. But the pain is a lot less bad.”
“Good. We’ll steadily decrease it starting tomorrow and get you walking again. Those legs of yours are still good to go.” The doctor turned to leave when she spotted Jonquil and Aliza. “Oh, hello officers.”
“Morning doc,” Aliza said cheerily. “Mind giving us some time alone with your patient?”
“So long as you don’t bust her up any worse.” The doctor chuckled. “Don’t push her. She’s been through an ordeal.” She walked closer and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Physically, I’m positive she’ll make a full recovery. Mentally… might be tough.”
“We’ll treat her gently,” Jonquil promised.
The doctor moved to slide past them, but hesitated. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you get this question a lot, but…”
“Yes, I’m a Diakon,” Jonquil said wearily.
The doctor waved her hand. “Not you. I meant your partner. Those eyes… they’re MIRROR-made, aren’t they?”
Aliza’s back stiffened and she pursed her lips. “…Yes,” she said.
“Fascinating! How does an OPTICA hound end up with MIRROR tech in her skull?”
“…I used to be LUX,” Aliza forced out through gritted teeth. “They collaborated with MIRROR to make them. These are a prototype.”
The doctor nodded. “How long have you had them?”
“Just over three years now.”
“How do you like them? Good? Do they-”
“Doctor,” Jonquil interjected. “We’re in the midst of a criminal investigation of a terrorist attack.”
“Oh. Right. My bad.” The doctor bowed her head in embarrassment, then walked away.
Jonquil didn’t know much about Aliza’s mechanical eyes except for their functionality, and that Aliza hated to talk about how she got them. Now she knew that Aliza got the new eyes just before she transferred to OPTICA.
But if there was one thing Jonquil Diakon knew how to do, it was avoid touchy subjects. She clasped Aliza’s shoulder. “Let’s get to work.”
The consternation on Aliza’s face melted away, and she instantly reverted to her usual bouncy self. “Yeah, let’s. Oh Pollyyyy!”
Polly’s attention was on the window, watching the rain hypnotically beat against the glass. “Mmgh?”
Aliza approached the bed, Jonquil a step behind. “Nice to meetcha. My name’s Junior Investigator Aliza Fete. The dwarf is Junior Investigator Jonquil . She’s the one who found you in the wreckage.”
“Wreckage?” Polly echoed. “What wreckage…? Oh… you mean… right.” She closed her eyes. “Sorry. It’s all fuzzy. Like a pool of rainwater.”
Jonquil sat at the foot of the bed. “Polly, my partner and I would like to ask you a few questions, if that’s all right. Anything you can tell us will be helpful.”