Scarecrow: Attention all Ringleaders, G&K chopper in the air, sector 138-71, heading 215.
Your eyes remain shut as you listen to her broadcast. She's neither blaming you nor cheering you up, handling the situation in her usual all-business manner.
Scarecrow: Ground forces activity at 137-71. A single motorized platoon. Diverting Juliett Three and Lima One to engage.
You can't bear to look at her, or to say goodbye. That's right, you're not going to fix this. Not this time. That's why you can't be here any longer. So you quietly stand up and exit the room without saying a word. Scarecrow will manage. She always does. You disregard burning sensation in your eyes, striding to the train as fast as you can without breaking into a run. You can't escape the failure, but at least you won't have to deal with anyone on top of it.
A short ride back to the workshop was not enough. You don't want to do anything, can't even bring yourself to even read the next request. Tomorrow then. You know better than to fight this feeling, so you lie down and allow it to invade you, torment you, reliving the failure again and again. It's depressing and frustrating and mortifying, but with every passing minute it gets just a bit duller, a little more subdued. So you grit your teeth and endure. You can't allow it to drag you down tomorrow.
It's morning, and you feel like shit. Your therapy has exhausted its usefulness, but you've more or less come in terms with what happened yesterday. Thinking about picking up a new project isn't filling you with disgust and denial anymore. You brace yourself and open the next request in you queue, which turns out to be from Executioner.
Heya, Archi! Here's what I need: repair kits! Something I can use in the field to patch myself up. Damn cowards wear me out, their attacks are weak, but they add up. I can take on any of them when I'm fresh, but after a few battles in a row I'm no longer a match for their elites. And after a few more even their averages stand a good chance against me. Help me level the field, or I'll be stuck with base defense for the rest of my life!
[x] Brainstorm