#or rot in jail for destabilizing Raccoon and destroying evidence and attacking the spec ops people and survivors

[umbrellamedic]

"What do you want?"

"At this moment?"

Maybe there are former Umbrella employees that might ask some kind of forgiveness for their part in the Raccoon City incident; especially ones who played the kind of part the USS did. Maybe some who survived Raccoon with a little viral parting gift would want a cure. Maybe some old soldiers just want rest.

Bertha could be any of these things- is all of these things- but she desires none of that. The only people who may absolve her if her failings are dead. The virus is comfortable in her blood, kept in check with medication and preventing any other infection from gaining ground in her body. Sometimes, she imagines it's sentient and has a fondness for her, ridiculous and whimsical as the thought is. Rest will come when she is dead and the field medic has no desire to either rush or prevent that moment. It will happen when it happens.

Since trading in her USS uniform and the jail sentence that would come with it for something more BSAA approved- complete with a gas mask and no requirement to change her callsign, so she has no room to complain- there's only one thing the medic constantly desires.

"I want marching orders. I'm bored." Surely there's some scientist that needs to be tortured and questioned or a lab producing BOWs to be destroyed. Or even trainings for greener members who fancy themselves monster hunters. She's really not picky.