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Captain Davis slowly lowered his weapon. The explosion Entroop had set off had partially deafened him, that and the fatigue made him slump against the doorway, the 460's weight straining against the shoulder strap.
Controller Gustav and the Everett moved quickly to sit him against the wall, the room having no chairs, only those long tables with the blank pages scattered everywhere. The Controller was asking him why he was here, but he could only catch bits and pieces of what he was saying, and he couldn't seem to catch enough breath to answer. His hands finally relaxed enough to let the Everett pull the rifle from his grip, setting the safety and laying it aside.
Davis wondered if the Director knew a Controller was here in this fragment, but only briefly, he couldn't seem to focus. He bit his lip and tried going through his training, slowly examining his symptoms. His body felt sore to the touch, as if he were bruised, everywhere; blood was just beginning to stop flowing from his nose and ears; deaf and confused; slight vertigo and his eyeballs hurt. That meant the explosion was a concussive charge, not incendiary. That also meant that the walls and ceilings of this underground labyrinth might buckle completely at anytime.
This was supposed to be a relatively simple operation, extracting one man from a time fragment that shouldn't have posed much of a problem in and of itself. Davis hadn't even taken a full contingent, and more than a few rookies just to get them some ground time. Now he'd be writing letters and folding flags. Now he'd be explaining how important this mission was, when he wasn't sure why he was even here.
The Controller was gathering papers together, just blank pages as far as Davis could tell, while the Everett sat on his haunches in front of him, saying something but it was still hard to make his words make sense. Finally the Everett pushed something into his hands, some device with ear pieces stemming from it. The Everett closed Davis's hands around it, as if to keep it hidden, and stood back up, turning to the Controller. He jerked a thumb back at Davis, at which the Controller shrugged and left with an armful of the papers.

Davis only meant to close his eyes for a moment, to stop his head from spinning, but then he came to he was surrounded by medical officers and the Everett was gone. He was pulled off the floor and laid onto a gurney, sounds were coming back but lights were still blinding. One of the officers leaned over him and made a V and a C with his fingers before nodding to a soldier to get Davis out of there.

He squeezed the device the Everett had pushed into his hands.