Sonja still lies down on a infirmary bed, in the white lit room.
And sleeping, she thinks.
She thinks about the past.
The days in the National Institute for Paranormal Investigation in Minsk. Her graduation. Her enlisting in the ESP section of the Russian army. The creation of the F.A.U.S.T. project.
Her first descent in Hell.
The quest for the Grey gateways.
The second trip in Hell, and the meeting with Belieel.
The Putlin fiasco.
And finally the Malaysian incident investigation. Many days spent on a little island, under the radioactive fallout of an atomic experiment gone bad, without finding any true clues to previously seen demonic and angelic apparition.
And finally her superiors assigning her to a mission to West Europe.
But if she tries to think about it, she feels her temperature quickly rising to an unbearable level.
So she stop to thinks, and fall into a dreamless sleep.
[ 02-13-2002: Message edited by: Sonja ]
