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Miss Pauling was on one of the biweekly supply runs, keeping 9 grown men, well maybe 8 minus Pyro but she wasn’t entirely sure, but keeping all of the mercs fed needed more than a monthly supply run.
On this particular run the person ahead in the queue was taking a long time so she found herself getting distracted by the nearby bulletin board.
There were a few help wanted ads, an old flier, but what caught her eye in particular was a missing poster. The poster depicted a very young looking girl. A child missing in Tuefort, that's unfortunate, kids probably dead.
Pauling's thoughts were interrupted by the cashier calling for the next customer, although even on the drive to the RED base she couldn't shake the thought of the poor id out there somewhere.