Derevko swiped himself into the DHS: Geo building very, very early, the morning after getting checked out of the fucked up hospital. He waited for Jaeger to get his ass in gear and arrive on time, leafing through the medical reports.
Derevko wasn't a Doctor, but he did at least have a functional understanding of the names of drugs. He just couldn't necessarily decipher medical jargon as well as a doctor could. He turned the pages over, working on the charts.
Fucking sons of bitches... no regard for civilians...
The rage kept burning in the back of his head, cold, black hate. He turned another page.
Oh, how he'd like to get the man who gave those orders alone.
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