Cally's War

Obviously that last shot had been Provigil-C. Felt like a quarter-dose. She knew what would come next. The “R” in SERE training was finally making itself useful after all. Forcible sleep deprivation to induce hallucinations and sleep-dep psychosis. No problem. Oh, she’d go just as loopy as anybody, but what she wouldn’t do was give up information. Now, as to what else she would do, that was anybody’s guess. She wouldn’t want to be the poor schmuck who walked into a room with her in that condition.

Meanwhile, they’d done her a tremendous unintentional favor by giving her an unmolested night to work with and the energy to use it effectively. Yeah, baby, go ahead and wake me up. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight! Nice, clean jazz hands, and a stretch up to the sky and spin and down, push up to stand, hip walk to stage left, then round-off into a back handspring into a back flip half-twist, into a front handspring, and strut back towards center stage and turn, hands back feet spread, roll the head across the front and up and spin and spin and spin and stop and kick up into a vertical split, back down…

It was going to be a long night but she was up for it.