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Subject: "Well, you've got guts then."

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Bran (Angel)

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Date Posted: 01:10:17 08/28/01 Tue
In reply to: Mist 's message, "She got on behind him, suppressing a very slight smile. She loved motorbikes..." on 10:53:20 08/27/01 Mon

Bran started up the bike and sped out onto the streets beyond, doing his usual obstacle-course run of the streets between the headquaters and the doctors office. Sure enough, however, you made it there in one piece.
The waiting room was empty when you walked in, and as a result you were shown directly in to see the doctor, who methodically put you through a complete physical and a quick psychological examination.

While exiting the change room, you heard the tail end of a conversation between the doc and the drastically smaller Bran.
"You're just making all this up, aren't you?" That was Bran, sounding highly ammused.
"I'm not saying she can't join. I'm encouraging it. I'm just suggesting she doesn't go out on any major missions. It would be too much of a risk." The doctor says, exhasperated. It seems he's had to have this argument with Bran many times over.
"Even if she thinks she could do it?"
"Yes, even then. Let her trial and join, by all means, but she's just not suitable for active work. Much like yourself." The doctor added the last bit with a spiteful edge, and it's impact clearly showd in the solid glare Bran gave the doctor.
"Fine. I'll tell miss Michelle." He said shortly, seeming to spot you and motioning for you to follow as he left the room in a huff.

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Subject	Author	Date
Grey eyes narrowing slightly, she slips to Bran's side immediately...	Mist	05:19:24 08/28/01 Tue
Bran slows down enough to talk to Mist. -- Bran (Angel), 23:54:04 08/28/01 Tue She growls under her breath, unnerving eyes narrowing to thin slits... -- Mist, 02:36:19 08/31/01 Fri