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OOC: Branched off from Pope Paul VI Borghese dies in Vatican.

*Classified*

Mission cancelled. Zone too hot for inflitration. All forces are now at Defcon 1. Three Nuclear ICBM's have been prepared. Target is Jerusalem.

OOC: There now I am targetting the city not the leader and he can RP his survival if he wishes.

OOC: All right...

IC: Westly Davies couldn't believe the reports he was getting. He had an agent in place itself, to ensure his wife was protected...but now she was apparently going insane.

This time he payed no attention to the cold, not even bothering to throw on a coat as he left his office to find her.

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"Mind telling me what you're thinking?" he asked, once he arrived. He didn't even notice he was shiverring from the cold.

OOC: OOC: Oh...OH, now I get it... :D I'd almost forgotten about that.

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"Westly? You need not concern yourself with this. I intend to strike a sharp and painful blow to the corrupt heretics that is the Christian Church. They will be purged in the flames of death to pay for their sins. In the name of the Valkyrie". With a smile she leaned over to press the intercom that would allow her to order the launch of the three nuclear weapons.

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"Do you consider me corrupt?" he asked, almost mournfully, trying to remind her that he was a Christian.

"And is this purge worth the death of your people?" he strode up to the throne, looking her in the eye. "It won't just be just adults paying for this decision...but innocent children."

He began reaching out for the hand that was reaching for the intercom, but he didn't want to undermine her authority unless it proved absolutely necessary.

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"Don't you understand Westly it is for our children's safety that I must do this, whilst those fools argue over who is really the one in touch with god they don't see that their actions will just continue the religious arguements and war. I can't allow our children to have to live with that burden" as she spoke the Queen Valkyrie rested her other hand on her stomach whilst her other hung over the intercomm, her eyes looking into Westly's.

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"They are attempting to discuss the issue now. I don't see them arguing anymore. Even if they were...does that justify killing the innocent bystanders who happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? It's not just Christians in Jerusalem--many Jews and Muslims make it their home. Their home."

He clearly had no choice, and finished his earlier gesture. However, he grabbed the hand hovering over the intercom gently, not roughly, staring deeply into her eyes. "If you do this, how are you any better than they are, killing because they believe differently than you?"

He was almost pleading now. Not really for the people's sake...but for her own.

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"Don't you understand Westly if someone like you was in charge. No that will never happen" the Queen Valkyrie stopped reaching for the intercomm and looked out the window of her office, by chance she ended up looking straight at the New Research Centre and with a strained smile she looked back to Westly. "I have had enough Westly, enough of sitting in this chair thinking I am a god and ruling with an iron fist. I havn't felt well for a few days now so lets go see a doctor and then I will resign give up my place for someone else and we can go home together".

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He was thrown mentally off-balance by the sudden change in tone and subject, but he forced himself to remain calm and collected.

"If you haven't been feeling well...yes, you should see a doctor." For the last few days, he had wondered if she was feeling all right, but he'd never built up enough courage to ask her what was wrong. She would have undoubtedly brushed it off before if he'd simply asked. He wasn't sure what to make of her comment about resigning. If the man didn't know better, he'd say...

Mentally giving himself a shake, he smiled. "I can have a car here for us in two minutes." She might wonder briefly how he could have someone there so fast...but he wasn't director of Intelligence for nothing. The agent he had in place was for all appearances a simple secretary that drove to work every day, and he would 'appropriate' the use of her car.

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"Okay you make the call and phone ahead to let the doctor know we will be arriving. I need to write a letter to a dear friend of mine and let him know that he will be having to take my place after my resignation" . Sitting down Sandra took some blank paper and a pen and spent a few minutes hand writing a letter to a good friend of her's detailing everything that had happened and what would be required of him. Once she had finished she tucked the letter into an envelope and had an aide send it off for her through the post.

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He blinked. That was a little impulsive, in his opinion--he'd seen no indication she had been considering resigning. But that was her decision.

He stepped outside, tapping the secretary on the shoulder and explaining he'd need to use her car for a day.

He then took out his phone and called the Doctor's office. He actually didn't need to force the issue...the doctor had some free time for an appointment a half-hour from now. He hung up just as he walked back into the throne room, and her message had been sent.

Westly held out a hand to her. "The car is here, and the doctor will see you as soon as we arrive."

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Rising a little unsteadily from her seat Sandra crossed the room and placed her own smaller hand inside of Westly's and smiled before speaking. "Efficient as always my darling. Let us go and see what the Doctor has to say about my health and then we can head home for the day".

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Like a lord escorting his lady from a ball, he led her outside, first making sure she was bundled up properly against the cold.

The car might not have been much to look at, but it was roomy, and it had a heater so neither of them would get chilled on the way to the Doctor's.

He smiled briefly at the compliment...efficency was a necessary trait to being a general, not just an intelligence director.

As he said, right about the time they arrived, the secretary was expecting them, waving them right on past the waiting room.

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"You don't think they are going to use needles do you?" Whilst she could face most battlefield and political dangers hea don she still had a childish fear of needles and clung to Westly as they moved through the building and came to the room where the Doctor was getting ready to see her.

OOC: Subtle your playing the Doc not me.

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OOC: No problem.

IC: "I'm sure they won't, dear," he reassured her as they walked into the room.

Doctor Snow turned to face them when he heard someone talking. "Your Majesty," he said, recognizing her at once and performing a respectful bow. However, those were all the formalities he observed--he was, after all, a professional.

"Please, have a seat," he gestured to the examination table, though really it could double as a seat as he had indicated, being cushioned and at a low enough level to be comfortable. "All I have been told is that you haven't been feeling well. What kind of symptoms have you been experiencing, and for how long?"

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Sandra crossed to the examination table and sat down with her legs hanging off the edge gently swinging back and forth. "Recently I have felt anything between sickness to hunger as well as feeling anxious or depressed. Its like my body has been going from one extreme to the other".

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Snow frowned slightly as he considered that. He reached over and sterilized his hands with some hand sanitizer, then grabbed a disposable thermometer, peeling back the cover.

"Would you stick this under your tongue, please?" While she did that, he would be checking her pulse to see if there were any irregularities...there were none that he could find.

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"Not yet," the Doctor replied, used to having to decipher speech like that from his patients. The thermometer didn't have to be in long. He put on a glove to take it from her mouth, but his frown deepened. Discarding both the glove and thermometer, he withdrew a small light and used it to check her eyes.

"You haven't had any injuries recently, have you?"

Response was normal, so he expected that answer to be no. He did have one other question once she answered.

"Forgive me for the personal quesion, your Majesty...but how long has it been since you had your last period?"

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The doctor stood his ground, even when it looked like she might come close to hitting him.

Westly stepped forward from the wall he'd been leaning against, putting a hand on her shoulder to try and calm her.

Snow calmly replied, "I'm not making any assumptions yet, but you are describing some of the classic symptoms of pregnancy."

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He smiled reassuringly. "No apology is necessary, My Queen. Since you are not sure how long it has been, I'll need to run a few more tests. Your temperature is fine, you don't seem to have any injuries that could account for this, and though I haven't checked it yet, your heartbeat and breathing will probably turn out normal. If you don't actually have an illness, that is the most likely cause."

He put on a pair of gloves this time, taking out his stethoscope.

OOC: err...is she wearing the armor right now, or just regular clothes?

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He smiled reassuringly. "No apology is necessary, My Queen. Since you are not sure how long it has been, I'll need to run a few more tests. Your temperature is fine, you don't seem to have any injuries that could account for this, and though I haven't checked it yet, your heartbeat and breathing will probably turn out normal. If you don't actually have an illness, that is the most likely cause."

He put on a pair of gloves this time, taking out his stethoscope.

OOC: err...is she wearing the armor right now, or just regular clothes?

OOC: Well as she has sort of came to her senses again she has dropped the Queen valkyrie thing so yeah just normal clothes.

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OOC: OK, thanks. :)

IC: When he pressed the stethoscope against her chest, it was as he had guessed. her heartbeat was strong and normal, and her breathing was regular...nothing wrong with it that he could detect.

Westly kept his hand on her shoulder, his expression so much a mixture of feelings it could not be deciphered.

"As I guessed, Your Majesty, your breathing and heartbeat sound normal and healthy. Without further tests...I have no other theories to offer. For now, you should just go home and rest." The Doctor removed his gloves and discarded them, before returning the stethoscope to its place. From a different drawer, he withdrew two small objects and handed them to her.

"These are pregnancy tests, Your Majesty. You'll know how to use them."

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Sandra walked into a private area and carried out the tests before returning and handing them back to the Doctor she had managed to know look at the results as she didn't know how she would react and instead sat down next to Westly leaning her head on his shoulder for comfort whilst she waited for the doctor to tell her the results.

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