My Little Decoy || Wash/CT Drabble
While on a walk around the ship on the search for a close friend of his, Wash asked around if they’ve seen her.
"Hmm.. No, sir," one of the soldiers replied to Wash’s question. "None of us have seen Agent Connecticut around." A little disheartened, Wash thanked the soldiers and continued on looking.
While walking, something small in stature ran right into Wash, causing him to stumble back while whoever ran into him fell back. The dark grey-plated freelancer rubbed his chest, feeling a bit winded. But, to his surprise, the person he was looking for was on the ground right in front of him.
"Oh! Connie! Sorry about that, I didn't see you there," he said holding his hand out to the shorter freelancer. By the look of things, CT must've been out on a mission or something. But, there was no way that was possible: She wasn't scheduled for any. The brunette grabbed his hand, pulled herself to her feet and immediately began to walk away, as if nothing happened. A little disheartened, Wash hurriedly rushed to CT's side.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked. CT didn't look, she just kept walking, acting like Wash wasn't there as best as possible. If she said anything, who knows how Wash would react. Luckily for her, there was an announcement over the intercom.
"Agent Washington, your presence has been requested in the bridge. Agent Washington, your presence is requested in the bridge."
"Huh.. W-well... I'll see you some other time then," Wash said as he stopped walking, turned and began walking toward the bridge, where the Director was staring at a very large screen.
Upon entry, the Director turned to Wash, a rather grave look in his eyes. "Agent, would you mind telling me how our latest intel has gone missing?" There was a knot in Wash's throat. "B-but.. How!? The intel I brought in was secure! I made sure of tha--"
"Obviously not, Agent Washington. The information was leaked, and all ends point to you. Need I remind you that I absolutely despise knowing that my intel has been given to the enemy. Either you sort this out, or I have you imprisoned for treason. Your choice."
"Y-yes, sir.." Wash gasped, walking out of the bridge. It was so confusing, he swore that he didn't just give the intel away. He made sure it was safe. On his way back to the locker room, he heard a familiar voice, along with one that didn't sound like anyone he knew. Just as he reached the storage room to right his wrong, he spotted CT speaking with someone. The brunette happened to notice Wash, and immediately cut the feed. CT feared he may have heard too much, turning her head only enough to get him into view. "What? It's just.. a supplier.." she said, lying through her teeth. Wash stood there for a few minutes, unsure if he wanted to believe what she was saying to turn her in. Going with his gut, he turned and left without another word.
A few days later, Wash heard his name be called over the intercom again.
"Agent Washington, you are needed in the brig."
What?? Wash thought to himself, moving from the locker room to the brig. Of all places, this was probably the last he wanted to be in. There were rumors going around that the Director liked to torture his enemies to get what he wants in the brig. The thought of that sent a chill right up Wash's spine. Upon entry to the brig, Wash spotted his teammates standing beside the Director, and Carolina angrily throwing punches at a captured prisoner.
"That's enough, Carolina," the Director said. Still furious beyond compared, the cyan freelancer threw one last punch, knocking the prisoner onto its side. Her knuckles and boots bloodied up, she finally stepped aside, revealing--to Wash--someone he never thought would end up here: CT. The steel-clad freelancer, froze in his place, his eyes locked onto his beaten friend. Mixed thoughts ran through his head, mostly wondering what she was doing there.
"Stand in line with the others, Agent Washington," the Director stated, firmly. Wash complied, his eyes still fixed on CT, who was again set on her knees by a pair of soldiers. Wash's heart raced, feeling like the organ was going to burst, or stop altogether. The Director paced back and forth behind the captive, and finally spoke. "What you see here, agents, is a traitor. Someone that has been giving away my intel to the Insurrectionists; Something I have worked damn hard on obtaining. And to have that information given away to another project, in hopes of stopping ours, is quite obnoxious, wouldn't you think?"
None of the freelancers spoke, they just watched the Director, who walked over to Carolina, pulled her pistol off her hip and moved back to CT. He crouched in front of her, fired a round, then pressed the searing hot barrel against the brunette's forehead. She hissed in pain, letting off a scream. Seeing this, Wash took a step out of line, the Director immediately spotting this.
"You see, Agents--" he voiced, a smirk apparent on his face. "--in the process of obtaining intel and other important forms of information, many things can go wrong. One--or many--of you may end up being killed, or the intel could be lost or damaged in the thick of battle. When it is relayed back to us, we make damn sure that it goes nowhere."
At this point, the Director was just a few mere feet from Wash, staring directly into his visor.
"I'm going to show you what we do to traitors," he hummed smugly, placing the pistol on Wash's hand. "Agent Washington, execute Agent Connecticut." Upon hearing those words, Wash's face paled, and he swore he felt his heart skip a few beats. He held the pistol loosely in his hand, almost as if he were going to drop it.
"Today, Agent," the Director snarled, sounding awfully impatient. Wash moved slowly over to the CT, his entire body trembling, his steps short. There was a clearer view of his friend's face when he got closer to her. There were several cuts and bruises on her face, and her nose seemed to be broken. CT feebly looked up at Wash, a sort of smile forming up on her broken face.
"Surprised?" she sneered.
"C-Connie... Why..?" Wash choked out his response, still having trouble holding the firearm in his hand. "You don't see it do you!? He's just using you, Wash. You're all being played like foo--" The Director made a signal, one that made Carolina push-kick CT on the side of the head. Again, the brunette was knocked onto her side, then set upright.
"So it was you.. You were the one that framed me for the loss of intel.. Only i--"
"It was given to them. That's right, Wash. I did it. I was the one that gave the Insurrection the intel. You proved to be an excellent decoy for it too. I could've been off this ship and safe while the lot of you were jailed," she laughed, blood leaking from her torn lip.
There was no telling how Wash was feeling at this moment. He felt hateful because he felt so used, but also dejected. He considered CT his closest friend, and she went and stabbed him in the back. Her words pierced his heart like a sword, forcing tears out of his eyes. "What're going to do, Wash? Shoot me?" she taunted. "You won't do it."
Wash's arm felt like it had one hundred anvils weighing it down as he lifted the pistol. Her taunting infuriated him further.
A shot rang out, CT's body slumped over, Lifeless.
