RvB 13x18 Reaction
I’m sure there’s going to be a bit more epic battling before things are said and done this season, and honestly I won’t be surprised by some lies and betrayal on the mercenaries part, but here’s what I find myself wanting:
Felix has been a mercenary for a long time, and soldier before that. He is the very best at his job. There’s a reason for that. He knows when to take a job, and when to decline one. More importantly, he knows when to cut and run and make sure no one is ever the wiser. He and Locus had a reputation: they got the job done, and they got it done right. But that’s because they knew their limits. They worked their way up over a long period of time to this point. He was tempted, sorely tempted, to make sure he was the one that got those armor upgrades and the AI. He wasn’t stupid; there were two of them and only one reward. He had been thinking about how he would pull off double crossing Locus. Especially since Locus had been off his game lately - sentimental, almost.
The thing is though, there were very few things that Felix valued more than money.
One was his skill. One was his life.
One was Locus.
Locus who had stuck by him for nearly half his life, who always had his back, no matter what. Having Locus’s loyalty was far more valuable in the long term than risking death on this godforsaken rock for some cash and armor upgrades. His greatest fear? It was losing the one person who always had his back. Felix didn’t care about anyone, didn’t get sentimental, but only a fool thought you could truly work alone. Locus was the only person he’d ever encountered that could match him. The complimented one another in a million ways. They were a perfect team.
The deck was increasingly stacked against them in this fight. Only a fool would deny it. Locus could bitch at him later for abandoning the mission. They’d done it a few times before when things went to hell. They maintained their reputation by making sure no one could ever tell what had happened. The Freelancers thought they were dead, and they had information about Hargrove that no one else had. It would be easy enough to make a fresh start somewhere else, bide their time until Hargrove finished more of his science projects, and steal enough equipment for the both of them. And as for Reds and Blues? Well, they did say revenge was a dish best served cold.
Felix dug some rubble off of Locus’s body, checked his vital signs. He threw the unconscious man over his shoulder and began the slow trudge out of the crater. It was miles away to the small ship he had hidden, just in case, but they could make it. They’d been through worse, and they’d gotten through it. Together.
No, Felix wasn’t sentimental, not like Locus could be. He just wasn’t stupid.