sir yes sir!! .. ( de los muertos )
There were certain habits of his he had that weren’tbroken in his path from a private in the military to the commander of thisunit, and having hands on interaction with his subordinates was on the top ofthat list. It was something that could be easily seen in the way hespoke with others, at least that’s how it appeared off of the field. Whetherthat’s maintained on it is something left to be seen.
When she stopped him, a question upon her lips, he halfexpected her to mention something about his intentions, as how it wasn’tnecessary. Instead, it was about titles. “Mm…during a mission among hostiles,no. We maintain the use of last names or monikers, so it’ll be ‘Reyes’. It’sbetter if they don’t know who leads the unit and who is, in their eyes, a ‘meregrunt’. This is Rahn,” he began, hitching a thumb to the Omnic who gave a twofingered salute from his brow. Or where a brow should be. “You’ll get to meetthe rest of the main squad later.”
It was doubtful she’d be working with them specifically,but it would be best if she knew of them regardless. Settling into the truck he reached behind himto open up the window just in case she had more questions to ask of him. Theyneeded to be on their way and he wanted to waste no more time in getting backto the base. He had an assignment to prep for. Until then he was free to do ashe pleased and, apparently, that was to show around the new recruit.
With the truck unlatched and engine started, Rahn waitedto ensure Kicker was settled in before he backed up the vehicle, pulling itfrom the carrier, and gave a turn of the wheel to make their way from thetarmac. Midnight was on the horizon, making the air cool but comfortable enoughwhere there was little to no concern about their passenger freezing.
The domed observatory was like a beacon, glowing brightin the backdrop of the dark; its tinted and mirrored surface caught the lightof the full moon, giving way to the large telescope pointed toward the heavens.The orange and white emblems upon the flags were a welcome sight to many,giving them a sense of hope and protection. In Gabriel, it brought a mildlybitter taste to his mouth.
made sense. kicker dipped her head, showing she understood, & slinked back into a crouch in the truck’s bed ( but not before granting the now-named omnic a polite nod, of course ). she waited patiently, ready to depart, but did pause again when the back window opened. a sheepish grin on her features, the augmented leaned down a bit further to speak:
❝ if i may. . . express my preference for my alias or my first name. . .. ❞ naturally, it was up to them what they chose to call her, but she figured it couldn’t hurt to put the suggestion forth. CLOETE just sounded so harsh & formal; it made her feel like she was in trouble whenever someone used it.
with the truck moving once more, kicker leaned back on her haunches & once more settled for watching the scenery fly by. the cooled air, though not unbearable, was a tad chillier than she usually liked, so she pulled her suit’s jacket from her bag & slipped into it, buttoning it all the way up to her neck. patches of orange embedded in the white & grey fabric–––& in the white & grey metal–––glowed faintly in the midnight darkness. perhaps it wasn’t very stealthy, but there was no reason to have her suit active at the moment. she didn’t need to go unseen.
as the moon-lit building came into view, kicker elected to stand to get a better look. a wide, excited grin spread across her features, & the REALITY of the situation seemed to finally set in–––at least somewhat. she was about to be a part of something much bigger–––bigger than herself, bigger than her old stealth squad. she was about to be a part of OVERWATCH.