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Faith reads the orders she has just downloaded, and frowns.
The passwords are all in order—she’s triple-checked—and there's a joke in the salutation which definitively identifies the orders as having been written by Dawn. Still, Faith can tell there’s more going on than the orders suggest, and she doesn’t like being left out of the loop.
Oh well, Faith thinks, and reaches for her battle axe. Hers is not to reason why; hers is to do or—well, she certainly plans on doing, today.
But why does Dawn insist she wear a skirt when she does the job?