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Richard had never been the type to make up or buy into outlandish conspiracy theories. The man had grown to doubt much of the world he faced everyday. UFOs, xenomorphs, he never had the care or patience to think through such superstitions. The last year, however, had forced the soldier to expandhis rather ignorant horizons. To be a part of and lead Task Force X meant Rick had to rely and fight beside monsters. He had to trust more than the skill, wit, and mortal limitations he shared with fellow human military. That brought questions, too many, and there was little time to get comfortable.
Comfort was a privilege Rick, a lifelong soldier, had lived without. After the shift and merge of two cities, Flag came to terms and relied on those now familiar oddities whom remained in this tainted city. The few super powered creatures he could trust anyway. Talon’s striking and then the maze reminded Rick why he still clung to his original passions that seemed lost after leaving base overseas to take up Suicide Squad. Defending civilians and, maybe, having a chance to help a fellow hero.
Rick found Logan just where he’d expected. This alien was one of many to stretch his narrow sight. She stood almost at his height and to any outsider appeared quite magical from the distance. “I hoped to find you here.” Flag muttered and took his time to approach.
