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It's good to be back on the Helicarrier.

Even if - once she's showered, changed into comfortable civilian clothing, grabbed something to eat - there is a massive amount of paperwork to get started on. She'd started drafting her after-action reporty in her head on the flight over, but she wasn't looking forward to writing the real thing.

Then again, she was pretty sure no one enjoyed writing those things, no matter what had happened.

But before she can start, there is one person she needs to talk to.

"Sir."