i don't even know the last time i have been this consistently motivated to write, anyway here's part of a little silly that popped into my head this morning
"Hey '38 can you throw this out for me?" It had been an innocent question. Fixer was running out of room to work and the hunk of tech scraps was taking up space. He didn't want to risk the wires that he meticulously placed and was currently pinning down with his hand to come undone either, so the most obvious option, ask Boss to do it for him.
Boss looked up at the hunk before nodding, setting his datapad down and gingerly taking the scraps from Fixer. The other two Deltas, intrigued by their otherwise silent older brothers, had just enough time to look up to see Boss fully lob the scraps across the room, perfectly landing in the trash shoot.
