Dr. Ziegler sat in her office chair one morning. A vacation they called it. Go to the beach they said. It was still more or less doctors work just in a slightly more remote area than usual. It was fairely obvious she didnt like being so far away from the action, but last mission nearly clipped her wings so a break was all but warranted.
Not to say she did t take her more important work with her of course seeing how as her desk a small machine made low hums as it was scanning important DNA Data found from her last excursion. She was looking for a signiture to finally put an end to a mystery of a set of explosions made by a highly sought after Talon sniper that Zeigler was nearly convinced of being her.
Even in her work she would get bored fast. The lack of familar faces at her remote quarters made things very lonely. Often she would take the lone time to simply play with her large chest. The stimulations often breaking up the monotony of the days passing.
"My my girls..." She says so tenderly to her rather appended amounts of chest fat. "Little more energetic than usual Hmhm... I may need to find the wine..." She grins then standing to go get her drink for her own sepf pleasures in her timr of solitude.
Meanwhile the machine broke out of uts cintant hum for but a moment. A slight malfunction caused a spark to fly out before it went right back to its hum and all before Mercy was the wiser.
She sits in her chair, takes a breath of wine and then begins to unwind....
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