Gerard always liked to walk home. His apartment was a few blocks from the Level-3 location he worked at, and the short trek was usually taken at a leisurely pace so that he could think about the day, the anomalies, the research.Location: [REDACTED]
Asset: Gerald Noble [R-Class-B, research intern, maintenance sub-branch]
Time: 2119 hours [REDACTED] Standard Time
There was the sound of crumpling brown paper as he reached into the Big City Burgers to-go bag and removed a handful of slightly soggy fries. Leftovers from the day, what most off-duty researchers had when they went home. They were average, in his opinion, but some customers seemed to prefer them to other chain brands. Maybe they were anomalous. Unlikely. Just tasty, when fresh and hot, unlike the ones he was currently munching on.
There'd been a breach today. A small one, just the recently contained ACF-120 "K.A.T." unit they'd been keeping for L-49 while the level-2 location finished cleaning up from the Breach. K.A.T. wasn't even an aggressive anomaly, just... sharp. A sharp robot cat. The sharpness was what caused the breach, as it had managed to scratch its way through a wall of concrete. It hadn't been too hard to re-contain, either. But people were careful about breaches these days, even harmless ones, and he knew why.
He'd been recruited back in June. Right before The Breach. Thankfully, he'd been at a Level-3 location at the time, but cleanup crews included people from everywhere - and cleaning up was almost as messy as the Breach itself. He didn't like remembering it, but he did think about it a lot. He'd also encountered a lot of Risky-class anomalies since then, stored at his current location, one of the many Big City Burgers that had "closed for refurbishing". They'd re-opened just a few weeks ago, actually, and Gerard quickly learned that customer service was almost as hard as anomalous maintenance.
The thing about anomalous maintenance was that it was always changing, even for the same anomaly, as new things were discovered, and the thing about interning for anomalous maintenance was that there wasn't ever really a break between projects until you called it a night. Sure, he was here voluntarily, as was everyone else. But he still wanted to do a bit more in the Foundation. To do that, though, he'd need to start his own research, and as of yet he hadn't found a niche. And then he'd need his own time, but whatever time he did have was usually spent sleeping or eating. Not to mention that most of what he'd do probably wouldn't be officially authorized at first. Just scratch notes from whatever he'd been working with lately. When things died down a little maybe he'd find something, or think of something. Right now, though, he needed a break.
His feet were moving, but he didn't seem to be paying much attention to the sidewalk, trusting memory more than conscious effort to get him to his apartment. It had occurred to him that he could be mugged, but honestly all he had to give was a half-eaten burger and some soggy fries. He realized he'd forgotten his wallet back at the Location, and with it any money he could offer as well as his ACF ID badge. He considered returning for it, at least so he had the badge, but he then decided it wasn't worth it. He'd had the last few nights of internship duty with the on-site Class-C researcher, and so had stayed in the location bunks. Right now he just wanted to go home, finish his burger, sleep in his own bed, then go to work tomorrow before his full day off. That'd be nice, he thought. Maybe he'd be able to consider his line of research then. Just needed to get through tonight and tomorrow first.