C4 Isn&#x27;t Taffy

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c4isnttaffy:

Finn noticed almost immediately that Leon all but refused to say his hometown’s name, and with it being so close to Raccoon City, too…

It was probably a mistake for him to ask such a thing, he hadn’t meant to make Leon uncomfortable; and so he found himself giving a somewhat awkward smile - something short of sympathetic.

Keep things casual, Finn, casual…

“Oh, you know about us?” Finn asked, amused, “I’m not much into sports, actually, but, yeah, I went to OSU for awhile before lacing up my boots.”

Finn fought to repress a snort as he remembered his school’s mascot, Brutus, a buckeye bean. A freaking bean!

It looked like a deflated pancake, geez…

But, in a weird way, thinking about college made him miss home a little.

It reminded him of his mother, the rain on his tin roof, the old diner that he and his friends used to hole up in during the weekends with comic books and burgers…

He should write to them soon.

“Spain?” he raised an eyebrow in surprise, “Ohh, yeah, I had heard that you do quite a bit of traveling, huh? Where else have you been?”

Yeah, that seemed a bit more harmless…

Still, the thought of Leon and Spain reminded Finn of the infamous Kennedy Report; a dense essay filled with jargon that he still struggled to understand at times, but the general purpose stuck with him.

A whole town…No, more like a decently-sized region, completely ravaged by a virus; with all its people and wildlife turned into something beyond human understanding.

Finn couldn’t remember what those things were called, hell, he reread that file twice just to make sure that it was a factual document from their archives; and it was, but that didn’t make it any less…Weird, grotesque…Sad.

He wondered if this mission was going to be like Spain, or worse.

“South America,” Leon said simply, as if he’d taken a vacation to Recife, rather than what had actually happened, caught up in a jungle with a man named Jack Krauser, hunting a black market dealer and cartel head named Javier Hidalgo. Leon could still see Manuela Hidalgo’s blue eyes when he slept at night.

She, along with all the others, lined up as before a firing squad, except Leon was the one with the gun and he had a round in the chamber for each of them.

“The Eastern Slav Republic,” he recited this with hopes that Finn understood this was his service record, more than anything else. “I ah…. Made a couple of friends there.”

And then he’d lost one of them to the same thing that had plagued those poor villagers in Spain. The same but genetically engineered to be more effective—to be a better weapon. What in the hell is the world coming to?

“And a lotta places I can’t quite recall…” He added this last bit to ease any tension he might’ve caused by listing the first two. Vacation was a foreign term to the agent, and every single time he seemed to grasp it, he was yanked away for yet another bioterror threat. Such was the nature of the beast.

Stick with me, Finn, he found himself wanting to say, I’ll keep you safe. But he wouldn’t, would he? He didn’t keep anyone safe, no one but himself. He was a survivor. It was hardly Leon’s fault that the people around him weren’t, right?

Right?

#Depth Charge #stratcomagentkennedy #dead thread

Finn could almost feel his own breath leave him as he looked at Leon with awe, amazed by the prospect of stepping foot into so many places.

Places he could only dream of visiting.

But, there was that faraway look in Leon’s eye again as he listed off locations, he wasn’t really sure what to call that look. Sentimental? Wistful?

He wasn’t sure if South America was supposed to be significant, he hadn’t read about any operations having taken place there - that he knew of, anyway. But, the idea of tromping around in South American jungles sounded exciting enough, he liked to imagine lush greenery. Peaceful, he hoped.

But, he vaguely remembered reading about the civil war in the Eastern Slavic in the newspaper; political unrest, bombings, corruption...

Was Leon there during all that?

“Wow...” he breathed, “your passport must be really something,” he joked with a playful smile, trying - and probably failing - to hide his glee.

“I think the most excitement I’ve had was the time I went to Pittsburgh for spring break; had my first real bender and woke up next to a water fountain...It wasn’t pretty,” he snorted, glancing off to the side in mild embarrassment.

He learned that he was a blackout drunk, and there were still pieces of his memory missing from that trip; his friends found it hilarious, but he thought it was unnerving.

There were bruises on his knuckles when he woke up, for god’s sake...

And for that reason Finn doesn’t drink much, but he allows himself a single pint when the occasion calls for it - particularly when the team wants to get together after a grueling mission.

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Hey everyone, long time no see!

I apologize for being absent for so long, I’ve been catching up with medical appointments and running errands. Busy, busy.

I’ll get around to answering all our threads very soon!

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#finn memento #((So cool~))

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c4isnttaffy:

Finn was silently grateful that Leon passed up on finding out how deep - yeah, right - his experience went; and he really didn’t want to disappoint the guy.

All he had to go on was what he learned from Camp Ravenna - not including his time as a First Responder or ROTC in college - it wasn’t much, but it was a start - and he did have over two years of combat training.

Captain Redfield himself said that Finn had a pretty good combination under his belt - and was calm under pressure, surprisingly - and that was more than enough to convince his leader to bring him into Alpha’s fold.

He was just a bit green behind the gills, that was all…

He was sure that everything would be fine.

Finn perked up at the next question, glad for a change of topic, “I’m from Ohio, actually, home of the Buckeyes,” he chuckled, “I know it’s kinda…Nowhere’sville, but, it’s not too bad.” Finn shrugged.

Man, he must sound so vanilla compared to some of the other guys here…

“And what about you, Leon?” he asked, his eyes carefully scanning the blond’s face, trying to place his accent, “Are you from…” he drifted off.

Leon seemed to have one of those indiscernible accents, probably somewhere far west..Or east? Damned if he knew.

“…Montana?”

“I’m from the Midwest myself,” responded Leon with a kind smile. There was no need to get specific with where, mostly because he never stayed in one place long and he felt it might have been disingenuous to claim his childhood home as his own. It wasn’t so much that he’d have been unwelcome there, as he felt perhaps more than a little unworthy of its pastoral purity. “I moved to a town… ooh about ten miles outside Raccoon City in nineteen… must’ve been ninety-seven,” he seemed to contemplate this for a moment, doing some quick mental math and then nodded, “yup, ninety-seven.” He wondered just how much Finn knew about him… aside from his name and his uncomfortably impressive kill count—BOW and otherwise. The latter made his guts clench. He didn’t want to look at Finn and see a gravestone. The guy was better than that. Alpha squad was the best of the best and Chris was with them. Chris would keep them alive… Even if Ican’t. That he couldn’t wasn’t even in doubt in his mind. It wasn’t in his repertoire, evidently. “OSU?” He asked. Of course he knew the Ohio State Buckeyes. A major college football contender… sports fan or not, he knew the school. “I met a research liaison from OSU once,” he added for familiarity, “she did some work on the ah… Spain incident.” Once more, he found himself stopping, wondering just how extensively the BSAA filled in their troopers on such matters as “the Kennedy report”, a large, fat document upon which he was none to proud to have his name stamped.

#Depth Charge #stratcomagentkennedy

Finn noticed almost immediately that Leon all but refused to say his hometown’s name, and with it being so close to Raccoon City, too...

It was probably a mistake for him to ask such a thing, he hadn’t meant to make Leon uncomfortable; and so he found himself giving a somewhat awkward smile - something short of sympathetic.

Keep things casual, Finn, casual...

“Oh, you know about us?” Finn asked, amused, “I’m not much into sports, actually, but, yeah, I went to OSU for awhile before lacing up my boots.”

Finn fought to repress a snort as he remembered his school’s mascot, Brutus, a buckeye bean. A freaking bean!

It looked like a deflated pancake, geez...

But, in a weird way, thinking about college made him miss home a little.

It reminded him of his mother, the rain on his tin roof, the old diner that he and his friends used to hole up in during the weekends with comic books and burgers...

He should write to them soon.

“Spain?” he raised an eyebrow in surprise, “Ohh, yeah, I had heard that you do quite a bit of traveling, huh? Where else have you been?”

Yeah, that seemed a bit more harmless...

A whole town...No, more like a decently-sized region, completely ravaged by a virus; with all its people and wildlife turned into something beyond human understanding.

He wondered if this mission was going to be like Spain, or worse.

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c4isnttaffy:

Finn bit his lower lip to silence a chuckle at Leon’s joke, just in case the other guys were listening in on their chat and thought he was an ass for laughing at the captain’s expense.

The last thing he needed was to be barked at by Piers to drop and give twenty push-ups, in the biting snow, no less…

“Explosives, sir-Leon,” he corrected himself with a sheepish smile, “It’s my job to take care of any heavy obstacles - doors, or otherwise.” He nodded.

“I also provide cover fire, of course, and I’ve got some first aid training; so if you ever run into any trouble, let me know, okay?”

The last sentiment was meant to be a reassuring one, for both of them.

If he sounded confident enough, maybe he’d even believe in himself.

If he was honest - which at this very moment, he wasn’t - Finn was nervous.

He was used to “sweeping missions”, where all his team had to do was clean out a hostile area and evacuate civilians. This mission was different.

What had started out as a containment operation had now turned into an all-out war between civilians and B.O.W.s, with the BSAA acting as support.

This mission could last several days, if not weeks.

Leon reflected how useful Finn’s presence would have been in Spain all those years ago. Puzzle doors, dangerous crowds of villagers, anything that stood in his way would have become a pile of rubble. He realized how irreverent that was, in the face of all those poor people had lost, but all the same, he couldn’t deny the use of an explosives specialist.

And a medic? The BSAA hit the jackpot with this one, that was for sure. Who on earth was that talented? He was instantly grateful for Macauley’s presence, though the guy hadn’t done a darn thing yet. Just the fact that he could eased Leon’s mind a little and he made a mental note—cruel and efficient, as he’d become—to make sure he was well away from danger, should any arise.

“You’ll be the first,” Leon promised, shifting his weight from one hip to the other. “Now, this’s your first time out with this team, but ah… what outfit were you with before—no, strike that, never mind. None of my business. How ‘bout this, where’re you from?”

#Depth Charge #stratcomagentkennedy

Finn was silently grateful that Leon passed up on finding out how deep - yeah, right - his experience went; and he really didn’t want to disappoint the guy.

He was just a bit green behind the gills, that was all...

He was sure that everything would be fine.

Finn perked up at the next question, glad for a change of topic, “I’m from Ohio, actually, home of the Buckeyes,” he chuckled, “I know it’s kinda...Nowheresville, but, it’s not too bad.” Finn shrugged.

Man, he must sound so vanilla compared to some of the other guys here...

“And what about you, Leon?” he asked, his eyes carefully scanning the blond’s face, trying to place his accent, “Are you from...” he drifted off.

Leon seemed to have one of those indiscernible accents, probably somewhere far west..Or east? Damned if he knew.

“...Montana?”

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c4isnttaffy:

Finn almost couldn’t believe his ears after hearing the name.

Leon Kennedy…

If he remembered right, he was one of the survivors from Raccoon City; he was one of the first to see BOWs in action all those years ago.

Finn was just a little kid himself back then; it was kind of surreal to be standing in front of Leon right now - the guy was a legend.

For such a legend, though, the agent looked rather young with his sporty attire and sleek blond hair. But his eyes told a different story, it was difficult to pinpoint the details, but it was a similar wise look that his captain also possessed.

One could only wonder.

“Finn, I’m Finn Macauley, sir!” he stammered as he shook the other man’s hand firmly, “I’ll admit, it’s a lot to take in, but I’m a fast learner.” He grinned.

Surprisingly, the agent was fairly easy to talk to, it was a nice change of pace.

“The Captain told us about you; it’s an honor to meet you in person, sir,” Finn stated politely, refraining from gushing too much.

“Will you be working with us for awhile?”

Firm handshake, that was good. Leon didn’t like a man with a limp handshake—or a woman, either, for that matter.

“Finn Macauley,” Leon repeated, “it’s nice to meet you. And no sir—really, just Leon. I’m old, but not as old as Chris—he’s the only ‘sir’ here.”

Hoping that came across friendly enough, he retracted his hand, crossed his arms and leaned on one hip. Edonia was a big mission; they wouldn’t have grabbed Leon otherwise.

“Long as it takes to zip this up.”

Gesturing vaguely to the country as a whole, the agent shifted to the other hip. He didn’t like the look of the place, the hollowed-out shell air of it reminded him of the Eastern Slav Republic. He shook the memory off, making sure the feeling never reached his face.

“What’s your specialty, Finn?”

Leon found that repeating someone’s name helped him remember it.

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Finn bit his lower lip to silence a chuckle at Leon’s joke, just in case the other guys were listening in on their chat and thought he was an ass for laughing at the captain’s expense.

The last thing he needed was to be barked at by Piers to drop and give twenty push-ups, in the biting snow, no less...

“Explosives, sir-Leon,” he corrected himself with a sheepish smile, “It’s my job to take care of any heavy obstacles - doors, or otherwise.” He nodded.

“I also provide cover fire, of course, and I’ve got some first aid training; so if you ever run into any trouble, let me know, okay?”

The last sentiment was meant to be a reassuring one, for both of them.

If he sounded confident enough, maybe he’d even believe in himself.

If he was honest - which at this very moment, he wasn’t - Finn was nervous.

He was used to “sweeping missions”, where all his team had to do was clean out a hostile area and evacuate civilians. This mission was different.

What had started out as a containment operation had now turned into an all-out war between civilians and B.O.W.s, with the BSAA acting as support.

This mission could last several days, if not weeks.

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Leon knew a newbie when he saw one. The BSAA chose its membership from the best, much like the fabled STARS unit of old, but just because someone was a specialist, or the best in his field, did not automatically make him comfortable in a new job. In fact, the young man looked star-struck. The DSO agent supposed a lot of folks felt that way around Chris Redfield, and Finn Macauley had been called upon to serve in his unit!

Yes, Leon could understand the nerves. It was because of this that he—temporarily attached to the BSAA Delta squad for undisclosed matters, courtesy of the United States government—approached Macauley and stuck a hand out.

“Leon Kennedy, good to see a new face. How are you adjusting?”

#depth charge #re6 verse #stratcomagentkennedy #((It's a cool title great idea!))

Finn almost couldn't believe his ears after hearing the name.

Leon Kennedy...

If he remembered right, he was one of the survivors from Raccoon City; he was one of the first to see BOWs in action all those years ago.

Finn was just a little kid himself back then; it was kind of surreal to be standing in front of Leon right now - the guy was a legend.

One could only wonder.

"Finn, I'm Finn Macauley, sir!" he stammered as he shook the other man's hand firmly, "I'll admit, it's a lot to take in, but I'm a fast learner." He grinned.

Surprisingly, the agent was fairly easy to talk to, it was a nice change of pace.

"The Captain told us about you; it's an honor to meet you in person, sir," Finn stated politely, refraining from gushing too much.

"Will you be working with us for awhile?"

On Your Mark

Finn perked up at the invitation, his brown eyes rising up in an attempt to meet his captain's - and settling on the bridge of his nose out of shyness.

"A contest, sir? Who else will be joining us?" He asked curiously as he took a sip from his mug of fresh coffee.

Hm, a bit bitter, needs cream...

#officerrcdfield #on your mark #re6 verse

officerrcdfield

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“Hey Finn, interested in some coffee? The pot is fresh.”

#officerrcdfield #on your mark

"Sir, I - coffee, yes!"

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A Chance Encounter

Finn panted as he jogged down the sidewalk, taking care not to ram into any of the potted plants that sat outside the store fronts.

Crap, he was late…

Today was going to be his first day at the gun range with the guys in alpha team, his first placement in the BSAA - the top dogs, some had said.

It was a Saturday and it was just supposed to be a casual exercise and some male bonding time. Apparently, his body had other plans in mind since it chose to sleep in until noon.

And to think that he was hoping to make a good first impression by arriving early.

So much for that…Oh well, he’ll have to make do.

By now the rookie had crossed the road and turned into a park; it was wide open and rich with greenery and chirping birds.

Oddly, it looked rather empty today.

Maybe it was for the best, a vacant space meant more running space.

If he was lucky, Finn might be able to reach the range and be only twenty minutes late.

Finn heard a car honk its horn and he instinctively turned to look over his shoulder, watching as a red jeep passed an intersection.

That’s when he collided with something.

He sputtered and came to a stop when someone had bounced off his chest and squealed before landing on the ground.

Oh.

He stood frozen in place as he looked down at a woman with platinum blonde hair, watching as she groaned and began to rub at her backside.

Oh, no...

“I’m so sorry!” he gasped as he knelt down in front of the woman, “I didn’t see you, I’m sorry, are you hurt?”

Why his arms were outstretched towards her was a mystery to him.

He didn’t want to touch her if she wasn’t comfortable with him, but he also didn’t want her to tip over in case she got dizzy. She didn’t hit her head, did she?

‘Finn, why are you such a clutz?’ he scolded himself.

His mouth snapped shut when she looked back at him.

Wow, those were some pretty blue eyes…

Whenever she needed to clear her head Cindy would go for a walk, it didn’t matter where she walked or for how long but it always helped, shut out the world for just a little while.

Alyssa Ashcroft, another survivor of the Raccoon City incident had reached out to Cindy, asking if she’d be part of an interview series, focusing on the Raccoon City survivors and their lives years later.

They had all spent years fighting it out in court against Umbrella Co. every detail of what they went through was public knowledge, everything they said was scrutinized, why open up old wounds?

Cindy usually didn’t walk through this park, it’s to spread out and there’s very little in the way of flowers or decorations to distract, but it was the best place to completely shut out the world.

Before she even noticed him, she had walked right into a running man and was on the ground. She sat rubbing her backside for a moment before looking up.

“Are you hurt?”

She looked up at him surprised “I-I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going!” She picked up her purse and started to pick herself back up.

“No, I’m sorry - I was in a rush, I should’ve been more careful,” he apologized once more as he stood up from his haunches.

He shouldn’t have been in such a hurry, the range wasn’t that important…

His nerves had gotten the best of him, again.

“My name’s Finn Macauley, if you’re hurt - I can patch you up, I’m a medic, after all,” he sputtered as he gestured toward her knees.

“Oh, don’t worry I’ve had worse.. it’s nothing really, my names Cindy, Cindy Lennox”

She really should have been paying more attention she thought.

“You’re in a rush, I shouldn’t keep you, really I’ll be fine!”

She was right, he couldn’t really see any scrapes or bruises on her.

Maybe she was fine, after all.

Still, he felt pretty bad for being such a blockhead and ramming her like that, considering he had some muscle mass as a result of his training, it couldn’t have felt very good.

“Well, in any case, here’s my card if you need anything,” he replied as he handed her a copy of his BSAA contact card.

“It was nice meeting you, Cindy, have a good one!” he beamed before walking out of the park and crossing another street.

He made a mental note to be more careful from now on.

Cindy hadn’t been as social as she’d liked in the last few months. With everything that’s been happening, reported zombie outbreaks across the globe, and now Alyssa wanting to do an exposè on their experiences, she had kind of fallen into a anti-social rut. Which really wasn’t like her.

Calling a man she had met by chance in a park a few days before really wasn’t like her either, but she felt like doing something new was in order.

She dialed the number.

“Hello? Is this Finn?”

Finn was situated at his desk as he looked at files he had borrowed from the BSAA’s archive; more specifically, some files of BOWs that had, to everyone’s knowledge, been ‘retired’ since the 90s.

…Okay, that was a bit of a fib, he had copied the files and shoved the papers into his pocket before scurrying back outside. Sure, the materials were prohibited from leaving premises, but could he really be blamed for just a harmless duplicate?

Well, it was the staff’s fault for keeping a photocopier so close by, after all.

Besides, he was still new to all of this and he hardly had the time to do proper research into what these bio-organic weapons were like, or rather, what they do.

He had a good excuse, he was just trying to prepare himself, that’s all.

Finn perked up at the sound of his phone ringing; the quiet rumble it made as it vibrated against the wooden surface of the table.

“Hello?” he asked politely, furrowing a brow as he tried to place the effeminate voice, “Yes, I’m Finn, who’s this?”

“Hi, this is Cindy, Cindy Lennox? we met the other day in the park?”

She felt as though her words were all mangled together but she maintained her composure, she still wasn’t entirely sure why she was doing this but it felt right.

“Oh, hi!” Finn replied, remembering the platinum-haired woman, “I didn’t expect to hear from you tonight, how are you?” he asked as he absent-mindedly thumbed through the slips of paper in front of him.

A licker?

There was a profile on a BOW with an attached photo of a bizarre creature with reddish-pink skin, sharp claws…And a brain? An exposed brain??

How was something like that even alive?

Finn vaguely remembered being told that most BOWs were human-based, but this thing looked more like a frog turned inside-out than anything else.

Was he expected to fight something like this?

Or worse?

“I’m doing fine thank you, I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you. And I hate to be so forward, but I was wondering if you’d perhaps like to get coffee or something?”

#A chance encounter #askcindylennox

Finn’s hands stilled at the request.

Coffee?

This woman that he just met the other day wanted to have coffee with him, of all people? He didn’t think that he had made the best impression on her when he had literally smacked into her...No, there must be another reason, right?

Maybe she was new in town, like him, and wanted some company.

That made more sense...

“Oh?” he mused aloud, wracking his brain for a better response in spite of the warm blush creeping along his cheeks.

“Sure!” he winced as his voice cracked from nerves, “Coffee sounds nice, Cindy, where would you like to meet up?”

A Chance Encounter

Finn panted as he jogged down the sidewalk, taking care not to ram into any of the potted plants that sat outside the store fronts.

Crap, he was late…

Today was going to be his first day at the gun range with the guys in alpha team, his first placement in the BSAA - the top dogs, some had said.

It was a Saturday and it was just supposed to be a casual exercise and some male bonding time. Apparently, his body had other plans in mind since it chose to sleep in until noon.

And to think that he was hoping to make a good first impression by arriving early.

So much for that…Oh well, he’ll have to make do.

By now the rookie had crossed the road and turned into a park; it was wide open and rich with greenery and chirping birds.

Oddly, it looked rather empty today.

Maybe it was for the best, a vacant space meant more running space.

If he was lucky, Finn might be able to reach the range and be only twenty minutes late.

Finn heard a car honk its horn and he instinctively turned to look over his shoulder, watching as a red jeep passed an intersection.

That’s when he collided with something.

He sputtered and came to a stop when someone had bounced off his chest and squealed before landing on the ground.

Oh.

He stood frozen in place as he looked down at a woman with platinum blonde hair, watching as she groaned and began to rub at her backside.

Oh, no...

“I’m so sorry!” he gasped as he knelt down in front of the woman, “I didn’t see you, I’m sorry, are you hurt?”

Why his arms were outstretched towards her was a mystery to him.

He didn’t want to touch her if she wasn’t comfortable with him, but he also didn’t want her to tip over in case she got dizzy. She didn’t hit her head, did she?

‘Finn, why are you such a clutz?’ he scolded himself.

His mouth snapped shut when she looked back at him.

Wow, those were some pretty blue eyes…

Whenever she needed to clear her head Cindy would go for a walk, it didn’t matter where she walked or for how long but it always helped, shut out the world for just a little while.

They had all spent years fighting it out in court against Umbrella Co. every detail of what they went through was public knowledge, everything they said was scrutinized, why open up old wounds?

Before she even noticed him, she had walked right into a running man and was on the ground. She sat rubbing her backside for a moment before looking up.

“Are you hurt?”

She looked up at him surprised “I-I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going!” She picked up her purse and started to pick herself back up.

“No, I’m sorry - I was in a rush, I should’ve been more careful,” he apologized once more as he stood up from his haunches.

He shouldn’t have been in such a hurry, the range wasn’t that important…

His nerves had gotten the best of him, again.

“My name’s Finn Macauley, if you’re hurt - I can patch you up, I’m a medic, after all,” he sputtered as he gestured toward her knees.

“Oh, don’t worry I’ve had worse.. it’s nothing really, my names Cindy, Cindy Lennox”

She really should have been paying more attention she thought.

“You’re in a rush, I shouldn’t keep you, really I’ll be fine!”

She was right, he couldn’t really see any scrapes or bruises on her.

Maybe she was fine, after all.

Still, he felt pretty bad for being such a blockhead and ramming her like that, considering he had some muscle mass as a result of his training, it couldn’t have felt very good.

“Well, in any case, here’s my card if you need anything,” he replied as he handed her a copy of his BSAA contact card.

“It was nice meeting you, Cindy, have a good one!” he beamed before walking out of the park and crossing another street.

He made a mental note to be more careful from now on.

Calling a man she had met by chance in a park a few days before really wasn’t like her either, but she felt like doing something new was in order.

She dialed the number.

“Hello? Is this Finn?”

Well, it was the staff’s fault for keeping a photocopier so close by, after all.

Besides, he was still new to all of this and he hardly had the time to do proper research into what these bio-organic weapons were like, or rather, what they do.

He had a good excuse, he was just trying to prepare himself, that’s all.

Finn perked up at the sound of his phone ringing; the quiet rumble it made as it vibrated against the wooden surface of the table.

“Hello?” he asked politely, furrowing a brow as he tried to place the effeminate voice, “Yes, I’m Finn, who’s this?”

“Hi, this is Cindy, Cindy Lennox? we met the other day in the park?”

She felt as though her words were all mangled together but she maintained her composure, she still wasn’t entirely sure why she was doing this but it felt right.