Rowena Felix

Research Psychologist
Objective: Isolate and discourage maladaptive behaviors through group therapy.
POD B
Hello, you've reached Rowena Felix.
[ Misleading silence. ]
I am not available right now. Leave a message and I will return your call when possible.
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[ Dr. Felix is hushed and hurried, as if she's trying to finish the call before someone gets close enough to hear. ]
I thought I told you to call only for emergencies. You better be hemorrhaging.
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No, but it's still important. I relocated without an escort, and the chances of being noticed and shot at during the day is most likely higher than at night.
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[ A long, groaning sigh. ]
We're going to figure this out. Where are you? Don't leave yet. You're right about one thing: they won't be happy to see you walking about.
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Ms Ueta's apartment. I'm not leaving. [She'd rather not end up full of bullets anyways.]
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I know she didn't let you in!
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[If Kirk's not coming with her, the least she can do is keep him a secret. (Despite the fact that she thinks it's a bad idea and she hates lying.)]
Do...you know where she is? What happened to her?
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Elraine, if she understands the walkies well enough by now, might think she hung up.
Finally, tersely: ]
That psychopath killed her. The one in charge of all these guards. Beaumont.
So it's very important that we do this carefully.
How fast can you run?
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Beaumont the governor. Why would he be in such a place?! It's so hard to believe that Lady's been killed, although she doesn't think her adviser would be sick enough for such a cruel joke.]
V-very fast...
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[ Elraine is left with the empty company of a holding tone for nearly ten minutes. This is time best spent reflecting on the news.
Sucks, don't it?
Felix's voice snaps back into her ear without warning after the long recess. ]
All right, here's what's going to happen. In about two minutes, an alarm by the wall is going to activate. You should be able to hear it from Lady's bungalow, and so will the guards posted nearby. Those hair-trigger douchebags are waiting for something like this. They'll all run after the noise like a pack of stupid dogs.
That's when you get out.
I know you're not far from B-1. You can make it.
Just put something over that ridiculous blue hair so you don't reflect the sun at them.
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Alright, I will. [She doesn't really think about asking what the wall is. Too much information already to deal with.]
Will you be okay?