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As the car drove off due northwest, Jazlyne Chmielewska sat on the red curb, clutching her soaking brown fedora as clouds finally cleared and the rain stopped. She had just been evicted from her apartment not far from the site and attempted to walk, not even thinking about whether whoever was there would let her in. Yet she still walked several miles in the rain to seek shelter in the only other place she called home, only to give up a quarter of the way and call a taxi.
Chmielewska entered the south wing of Site-93, disguised as an office building for a paper company. The man at the desk asked if she was alright.
"Fuck off. Just came over to check on some work."
The man quietly backed off.
She wasn't normally this grumpy. Usually, carefree and sometimes unprofessional. Unless there was inadequate work, then she would put on a serious face and scream at other Foundation personnel. But the way she acted this night was different.
Chmielewska rushed through the South wing, stopping at a few doors as her soaking wet scarf would get caught. What few Foundation personnel there were watched as Chmielewska struggled to get her scarf free from the old doors of the once-abandoned water mill. She turned and glared at them before returning to her struggles. She mumbled as she continued through the South wing, sometimes even small outbursts about the quality of the South wing.
"Why can't we get some fucking automatic doors in this place! This is why I use the North entrance." She continued ranting the whole way through.
Once at the main hub of the site, she began making her way towards the North wing where the offices were. She was relieved by the modern, automatic doors that covered almost all of the site. She hoped that they would soon spread like a virus an replace the old, clunky metal doors of the water mill.
