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[Upstairs: Order 47.]

Shephard's been busy upstairs, and he's going to be busy for a good portion of today- there are maps to be gone over and forces to be arrayed and all kinds of preparations to be made for the inevitable trip to Mongolia- but just for the moment he's got something of a tradition to uphold. "Hey, Bar?" he says. "Anyone comes lookin' for me for some reason, I'mma be outside, all right? Got me a unit run to do."

The Bar, despite being a piece of wood with no actual face to speak of, contrives to look skeptical.

"Might not be anybody else in it, but I'm still here and it ain't been disbanded, so HECU still exists," Shephard says, unperturbed. "It qualifies."

The air of skepticism fades, in favor of something a little more like resignation.

"Attagirl." Shephard grins crookedly and pats the bartop. "You just make sure'n have a proper cake waitin' when I get back, okay?"

He doesn't wait to see the response, but heads for the back door instead. Anybody who wants to catch him out on his extended run today, be our guest; or you can talk to him when he gets back inside. Either one works.

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"...Yeah, that's. Um."

She can't really think of a comparison for that. She's not sure she really wants to try, either. "And it does what?"

"Gets you healed up from damn near any fuckin' traumatic injury you c'n think of short of havin' to pick up your head'n stick it back on," Shephard says. "Don't know how it works. We got some doctors, or Ms. Vance, they'd be able to tell you. All's I know is, I chugged a bottle of that shit'n jumped out of a fuckin' helicopter'n got hit by the explosion when that shitbag smacked into a Combine Advisor. I was still alive when I hit the ground, and all the shit I broke was knitting already by the time the medics found me."

Nori lets out a low whistle.

"Damn. Sounds like useful shit."

"Yep. Ain't worth shit against disease, but fuck, you got a medical corpsman in a can, that's good enough for me," Shephard says. "Anyways, I'mma look into that once the war's over'n we got a supply we can share."

She nods. "It's looking more and more like there's not going be an 'over' for us," she says slowly, picking each word deliberately. "So it'd be useful."

Shephard considers this. After a while he says, "Fuck. That's just balls, man- that shit ain't right."

Nori rubs the back of her neck for a minute, trying to pick her words. "I think I liked it better when people thought we were just an urban legend or something."

"Less shit comin' your way then," Shephard says. "Just had t'stay invisible 'stead of havin' to stand up under fire."

"Yeah. But we gotta stand up for ourselves now."