Imagine getting kidnapped and your favorite freelancers busting in to rescue you
You roll your eyes once more at the “military official” that is currently holding you in an interrogation room, your weapons removed from your person and your helmet sitting on the metal table in front of you.
“Listen, man, I don’t know what you’re going on about. I had orders and I followed them. It’s not my fault your men showed up and got in my way. At least they didn’t get seriously injured. Well...most of them.” You interrupt the dude as he once again states that you were breaking the law, citing whatever regulation, blah blah blah...you haven’t really been paying attention.
His face goes red and he opens his mouth to retort, but before he can, the door to the interrogation room swings open almost lazily. You’re delighted to see none other than York standing in the doorway, propped against the doorjamb casually, his voice sounding bored as it travels to you. “You know, you should be thankful. If Carolina had been there, your men would probably be in a morgue right now.”
“I hate to say it, York, but you’re right,” Carolina’s voice reaches your ears right before you see her vibrant armor in your field of vision.
“Carolina just admitted that York is right about something? Did anybody get that on audio?” Wash trickles into the room, followed up by North, and you can see him shaking his head even though his rich chuckle makes itself known.
“Don’t test her patience, you know what happened last time you did that,” North remarks and you can’t see beneath his gray armor, but you could swear that Wash’s cheeks are turning pink at the reminder. Once all of them have announced their presence, you don’t bother hiding the smirk taking over your face.
Now that Mr. Official has found himself stuffed into a small room surrounded by five freelancers, he seems to have gone speechless. You save him the embarrassment of speaking by slowly pushing back your chair and standing, reaching for your helmet and putting it back in place.
“Since it seems that you’re at a disadvantage, this is my cue to leave. And I’ll be taking my weapons with me.”
The man only nods meekly and retrieves your things, knowing that he’s lost the fight. If he has any further complaints, he’ll have to take them up with the Director.
As you walk up the ramp on the transport, you laugh under your breath. “That was almost too easy.”
Carolina laughs with you, relieved to have you back with your team. “If you’re still feeling feisty you can start an argument with South later, she’s always down to go a few rounds.”
You shudder playfully at that, “you know what, I think I’m good. I’m just glad to be heading home with my favorite freelancers.”
Agreements are heard all around as the ship takes off, on its way home to the Mother of Invention.
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