This is your first actual order you now receive as Union fleet personnel. The instructions I will give you now are meant as a test for your ability an... willingness to accept instructions that might cause discomfort or make no sense to you. Since this is your first official order it will be explained to you.Be prepared that this might have been the last time anyone explained the reason for an order to you.I know, all this is new to you of course, but those who remain will soon get used to. Out!We didn't even have time for analgesics - we knew we'd need all the pain medication we had and more when the really bad stuff arrived. Not that the patients appreciated that. It was obvious that some of these wounds were either self inflicted or else someone else taking out a grudge. Still - they couldn't hang around here with the potential life threatening injuries that would be heading our way sooner than we would like. Bernhardt returned, and was immediately utilized as a guard to stop. ‘I am John.’ From somewhere in the house I could hear music playing and I recognised it immediately. ‘Nice music.’ I commented. ‘That’s Mendelssohn’s overture to A Midsummer Nights Dream, if I’m not mistaken.’ Eve looked at me in surprise. ‘Oh, you know your music.’ I shrugged my shoulders. ‘I have enjoyed good music from an early age.’ She was busy with the coffee, so didn’t reply immediately. She put the cups, large French style bowls really, on the breakfast bar. ‘Do sit down.’ I pulled one. Almost in apology for startling her, Victor ran quasi-intangible fingers over the pebbled skin of her arms, up and towards her chest, where he enveloped her in something she could almost call a hug. Except, it was everywhere. There was pressure against her lips, her throat, her chest, down to her belly and an unexpected place between her legs. She had no idea if it was intentional – or even if any capacity for intention remained in Victor while in this form – but her panties were uncomfortably.