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 [b]Title:[/b] Finally, a Lead
 
 [b]Characters:[/b] Kiva Warwick and Gregory Zivaku
 
 [b]Summary:[/b] After the encounter with Dani, Kiva has become far more seclusive and wary of anyone around her. While her attitude has kept most in Mercy Hospital away from her, one Gregory Zivaku isn't as easily repelled.
 
 [i]Mercy Hospital, Jacinto Plateau.[/i]
 
 The silence was beautiful in Kiva Warwick's small, private hospital room, it was symbolic for the uneventful, which was what Kiva preferred. Nobody to sneak up on her, nobody to lie about needing assistance, then stabbing her in the back. Yes, she was content to stay in this room until the COG got tired of her taking up space. Then she could go back to solitary survival, that's how she survived. How she always would survive until death took her. Though that death wouldn't be from anything other than a Locust soldier. No, never another human. They couldn't be trusted, others need to survive too, and they'll do anything to get rid of the competition. Everyone was an enemy, but Kiva never attacked first. No, she wasn't a crazy person, let the crazies attack first. Kill them. Self defense. It was just self defense, kept her conscience clean. Paul would have wanted that.
 
-Kiva then gave her head an abrupt shake, she was letting her mind wander. Too many chances for people to sneak up if she didn't stay focused. With unblinking eyes, she kept her eyes fixed on the open doorway, her hand resting on the machete that lay unsheathed on the drawer beside her bed.
+Kiva then gave her head an abrupt shake, she was letting her mind wander. Too many chances for people to sneak up if she didn't stay focused. With unblinking eyes, she kept her eyes fixed on the open doorway, her hand resting on the machete that lay unsheathed on the drawer beside her bed.
 
 Footsteps. They came toward the door, and stopped. The door did not move for a few seconds as the person seemed to think about what to do, and finally a response.
 
 [i]Knock.[/i] A male voice. One in the late teens, early twenties roundabout. "It's me. I'm alone, I promise. Yes or no, can I come in?"