"Sparring session gone wrong was it?" asked Dr. Khan, a
petite Indian woman wearing a white lab coat over a black silk saree,
as she examined the CT scan of Jennifer's arm.
"Unfortunately
doctor," said Natasha.
Dr. Khan raised an
eyebrow. "Don't insult my intelligence Miss Dominatrix, I don't
care what you do in your private time, but I expect you to be honest
with me when it comes to injuries," she said, her voice firm.
"Fine, you win.
Here, let me show you," said Natasha, gently guiding Dr. Khan's
hand over her gloves and blazer sleeve.
Dr. Khan's eyes
widened in surprise as she felt the armor plates under Natasha's
blazer elbow, and the knuckle dusters on her gloves.
"I see, so that
explains it. Damn, that is some serious body armor," she said,
her voice tinged with admiration.
"Despite how it
looks, it's actually my uniform, and I am a security officer,"
said Natasha.
"Hmm, an
interesting suit of yours this is. Anyway, the good news is that the
fracture is clean, and both it and the dislocation can be set without
the need for surgery.
The bad news is that
she will need to be in a cast for at least six weeks," said Dr.
Khan, pulling on a pair of sterile gloves.
"Now, let's get
this arm set," she said, as she carefully manipulated Jennifer's
arm into the correct position.
Jennifer winced in
pain, but remained silent.
Dr. Khan then
wrapped her arm in a plaster cast, securing it in place.
"There, all
done. Now, show me the rest," she asked Natasha.
Natasha nodded and
guided her to the other injured recruits.
One by one, Dr. Khan
examined and treated their injuries, wrapping them in bandages and
applying ointments.
"All right, now
miss..." she began, turning to Natasha.
"Natasha
Parker," replied Natasha, extending her hand.
"Miss Natasha.
I don't want to know what happened here, but I do implore you to be
more cautious about that thing's capabilities.
Instead of thinking
of it as a uniform or body armor, think of it as a weaponized
exoskeleton. Whoever designed it clearly knew their biomechanics,"
said Dr. Khan.
"Was that a
warning or a gushing over the design?" asked Natasha, smirking.
"Both. And I'm
serious Natasha. You got lucky that you didn't have twelve body bags.
That thing is
designed to maximize force transfer in close quarters combat. If you
had gotten too carried away, Jennifer's ulna would have been
pulverized, and her arm would have been ripped right out of the
socket," said Dr. Khan, her voice stern.
Natasha gulped at
Dr. Khan's intensity.
"Understood,
doctor. I'll be more careful," she said, her voice subdued.
---
After Natasha and
her recruits had been discharged, Dr. Kavitha Khan locked her office
door, and slumped down onto the floor, willing her pounding heart to
slow down.
"I need to calm
down," she muttered to herself, taking deep breaths.
"To think that
there is someone out there who can design an exoskeleton like that!
That power is driving me crazy!" she thought, a surge of
excitement coursing through her as images of herself crushing the
bones of faceless enemies with those armored gloves flashed through
her mind.
"That power,
that strength! I need to have it!" she moaned, ripping off her
lab coat and sticking her hand into her panties, rubbing furiously at
her clit.
"That's right!
I wanna snap bones like twigs! I wanna crush skulls! Oooh I wanna
snap a spine!" she panted as she neared her climax.
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"Oooh! Yeah! I
wanna break a femur right in half!" she cried as her climax hit.
She slowly came down
from her orgasm, panting and sweating. The euphoria rapidly being
replaced with guilt and shame.
Tears leaked from
the corners of her eyes.
"Noo! I
shouldn't be getting off to things like this!" she wailed,
slumping further onto the floor.
After what seemed
like an eternity, her sobbing finally subsided, and she picked
herself up from the floor.
"I need to get
some help," she said wearily to herself, as she tidied up her
saree and slipped her lab coat back on.
She unlocked her
door to find herself face to face with the hospital director, and a
pair of burly security guards standing behind him.
"Dr. Khan,
please collect your belongings. These gentlemen will escort you to
your car," he said, a vein throbbing in his temple.
"Sir, I can
explain," she said, her voice trembling.
"Don't make me
write to the board to revoke your medical license, Dr. Khan. I cannot
abide what I just heard. The Hippocratic oath is sacred, fantasy or
not. Please leave the premises immediately," he said through
gritted teeth.
Too drained for
fresh tears, Dr. Khan nodded and collected her belongings.
---
Kavitha fell onto
her bed, not bothering to change out of her saree.
"What do I do
now?" she groaned, staring at the ceiling.
She fumbled for her
phone, and started scrolling through social media.
"Maybe death by
brain rot is the way to go," she mumbled morbidly, as she
mindlessly scrolled through the endless stream of posts.
Suddenly, a post
caught her eye.
It was a video that
showed Natasha and another tall blond woman, wearing that same
uniform, escorting a young man into a car while firing warning shots
into the air.
The caption read:
"Sirius Software CEO flees amidst accusations of gentrification
and exploitative company policies."
"Sirius
Software, huh? Maybe I should pay them a visit," she mumbled as
she succumbed to the pull of sleep.
---
Kavitha awoke
slowly, her body feeling heavy and sluggish.
"Huh, so it
wasn't a nightmare," she mumbled, taking her bearings.
She slowly changed
out of her saree, went to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on
her face.
"OK. Sirius
Software, let's see if they are hiring," she said to herself, as
she slipped into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
She sat down at her
desk, and fired up her laptop.
After a few minutes
of searching, she found the Sirius Software website.
"Let's see,
careers... security team... ah, here we go," she said, clicking
on the link.
She read through the
job description, and her eyes widened in surprise.
"Must be
trained in the use of firearms, ex-military or law enforcement
experience preferred," she read aloud.
"Woah, they are
seriously evaluating IQ and body measurements?" she muttered,
clicking through the application form.
"Well, gave it
the old college try," she sighed, as she submitted her
application.
"Now, let's see
if they even bother to reply," she said, closing her laptop and
heading to the kitchen to make some coffee.
---
"Hmm, having a
doctor on the team would be a good idea," mused Aaron, as he
read through the application from Dr. Kavitha Khan.
"She did seem
quite intrigued by the uniform sir, but this seems a bit too sudden.
Plus, she has no prior security experience," said Natasha,
looking over his shoulder.
"Well, let's
see if she can handle the assessment, and we'll go from there. Nobody
just throws away a hospital residency without a good reason,"
said Aaron, sending an interview invitation to Kavitha's email
address.
---
"What the hell
am I doing?" thought Kavitha, as she stood in front of her
mirror, adjusting her blouse and blazer.
The black blazer,
white silk blouse, and black pencil skirt flattered her petite frame,
but her heart raced with anxiety.
"Sirius
Software, or try another hospital? Security team, or orthopedic
surgeon? Wear a suit that can let me break bones or therapy?"
she thought, as she applied a coat of lipstick.
"Who am I
kidding? I'm sure that director has put me on some blacklist, even if
I still have my medical license," she sighed, as she grabbed her
purse and headed out the door.
She slipped on the
highest pair of chunky heels she owned, and tottered towards her red
BMW Z4, a gift from her parents for finishing medical school.
Fresh guilt over her
decision washed over her as she sat in the driver's seat, recalling
the proud and happy faces of her parents when they had gifted her the
car.
"I'm sorry mom
and dad, but I'm poison. I can't be a doctor anymore," she
thought, as she started the engine and drove towards the Sirius
Software compound.
---
"Dr. Khan?
You're the new applicant?" asked Natasha, as Kavitha sat
squirming in the chair across from her.
"Yes,"
mumbled Kavitha, her eyes darting around the room.
Natasha folded her
arms and looked at Kavitha with a steely gaze.
"Why does an
orthopedic surgeon want to work security at a game development
company, and a controversial one at that?" she asked.
"Well, given
that your damn uniform is responsible for my career imploding, I
don't really have any other options!" snapped Kavitha.
Natasha raised an
eyebrow.
"Interesting
choice of words. Tell me more about this 'implosion.'," she
said, leaning forward slightly.
"It's... not
something I can tell you," said Kavitha, averting her eyes.
"Well, you're
going to have to. I'm not about to let in a charity case, or somebody
who can't handle high-pressure situations," said Natasha, her
voice firm.
Kavitha's lip
trembled.
"I was fired
from the hospital because I got off to the idea of breaking bones
with that uniform!" she wailed, breaking down, tears spilling
from her black eyes, smearing her black kohl eyeliner.
Natasha got up from
her chair, walked around the table, and gently hugged Kavitha.
"I'm a bit out
of my depth on this one, but all I can say is that if you can feel
remorse over it, you're not a lost cause," she said softly.
Kavitha sobbed into
Natasha's shoulder, her body shaking with the force of her tears.
"Thank you,"
she whispered, her voice barely audible.
After a couple of
minutes, Kavitha composed herself and pulled back from Natasha's
embrace.
"If you feel
I'm too unstable, I understand," she said, her voice trembling.
"How about we
start with the assessment. Can you handle a firearm?" asked
Natasha, her voice steady.
Kavitha nodded, her
eyes still red from crying.
"All right,
let's see what you can do," said Natasha, leading Kavitha to the
tactical assessment corridor.
---
"Given your
medical skill set, I believe you would be more suited as an in-house
physician rather than a security officer. Would you like that, Dr.
Khan?" asked Aaron, as Kavitha sat before him, her hands clasped
tightly in her lap.
"W-with all due
respect, sir. It was the security uniform that drew me in, I'd choose
security if it means I can wear it," she said, a faint blush
creeping onto her cheeks.
"I don't see
any reason why you can't wear it in your role as an in-house
physician," said Aaron, a small smile playing on his lips.
"B-but sir,
wouldn't it be overkill to have a physician in a combat uniform?"
asked Kavitha, her voice trembling.
"No it won't.
However, there will be a few cosmetic changes to it, just to
distinguish you from the security officers," said Aaron, his
voice firm.
"In that case,
I accept the physician position, sir. I'm still a doctor at heart,"
said Kavitha, her eyes wet with tears of relief.
"Welcome to the
team, Dr. Khan," said Aaron, extending his hand.
Kavitha shook his
hand, her heart racing with excitement.
"Thank you,
sir. I won't let you down," she said.
"Good. Now, the
cosmetic changes I mentioned. Would you prefer the same black
leather, with just a white medical cross on the shoulders? Or would
you like it as fully white leather?" asked Aaron.
Kavitha's eyes
widened in surprise.
"I-I can
choose?" she stammered.
"Well, it's
going to be the uniform for any new female medical personnel we hire,
so choose wisely," chuckled Aaron.
Kavitha thought for
a moment, then said, "I think I prefer the black leather with
the white medical cross. It looks more professional, and I can still
wear my lab coat over it."
"All right,
now. Your salary will be $400,000 a year, with performance bonuses,
and you get an apartment in the staff housing complex," said
Aaron, as he handed her a contract.
Kavitha let out a
low whistle as she read through the contract.
"This is some
next-level stuff," she said, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Still want the
job?" asked Aaron.
"Yes, sir. I
do," said Kavitha, signing the contract, and adding her
biometrics.
"OK, now
Natasha here will help you get settled in, and I'd like a list of
medical supplies and equipment you'll need for the clinic," said
Aaron, as he stood up and shook her hand again.
"Thank you,
sir. I won't disappoint you," said Kavitha, shaking his hand,
and leaving with Natasha.
