V003: Diary Entry

By the good graces of God heads shall roll, Circle be damned. Dragged off by Circle senior cell in the dark of the night to handle "clean-up". Damn them; I was done, DONE with that. That is why I came here, to this forsaken corner of the colonies. Hell. My buggering leg hurts still.

Note to Perenti, detained on Circle business. Let the poltroon wonder what it was about. Ha.

Notes from the junior nurse. Barely competently handled situations as they arose. Some of the medications for the 'applicants' need compensation. Pity I cannot simply fire her and replace with someone more useful (and more attractive). And more pliant. Perhaps one of these younglings will serve.

Little Grace in my office today. Perhaps something there to make use of. Note to self, schedule follow-up examination and review the girl's psychochemistry.

Good things come to those who wait.

(( Note that Dr. Muromachi would be seen about the College, walking with a slight limp in unguarded moments. ))