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It was one of those rare moments that the infirmary was empty. The last of the victims of the Other had been treated and released and equipment hummed in empty silence. It was likely that there was someone on staff at the moment, but they were perhaps grabbing a quick bite or going to the restroom.

Over in the corner of the room there were several biohazard bins, some for sharps, others for clothing.

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Beka made her way in during her exploration of the bar. The Maru was out near the lake so Harper had to be here somewhere. Her eyes went wide when she saw the infirmary, her eyes went slightly wide. Trance would have killed to have an infirmary like this one. It made the one on the Andromeda look primitive by comparison, and therefore the one on the Maru prehistoric.

She was just about to leave when she spotted the biohazard bins. A bit of color caught her eyes, and the adrenaline started to flow.

Slowly, her heart thudding in her chest, she walked over to the bin labeled "Clothing." Caught in the flipping lid was a bit of fabric, bloodstained, but still bright.

Even more slowly, and carefully, she tugged on it, and out came a bright, very familiar Hawaaiian shirt completely covered and stiff with dried blood. It was shredded.

Beka was not the type to scream. Nor was she the type to cry.

No, she was the type to take out her gun, turn on her heel and burst through the door back into the bar, eyes blazing, which was exactly what she did.