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Abel pauses. He squares his shoulders and considers throwing the roll of duct tape in his hand at Ace’s face. It takes everything he has not to spit something sarcastic at Ace. “I haven’t heard from my dad in a while,” he says in a steady voice, “so I’m not sure.”
“Wow, really?” He looks over at Abel, giving him an apologetic face. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He goes back to looking through boxes. “I’m sure they’re fine.”
“Sure.” He smiles brightly and heads over to the boxes Ace mentioned. He searches slowly.
He goes over to the trap-making supplies and opens up boxes, only giving their contents a cursory glance. He figures if they’re full of grenades it’d be fairly obvious upon seeing them. “So, how’s the parents?” He asks as he looks.
   "Four days, then. Just give me the map though.“ She paused, couldn’t help but be nervous for them. "I think this is one of the biggest supply run we ever done.”
“Sure, it’s in my room. I’ll get it for you later.” He nods solemnly. “And yeah, it is a pretty big mission. But it’s supposed to give us enough supplies to last a while. And, hopefully some luxury stuff. Like chocolate or two-ply toilet paper.”
Oona walks into the supply room to familiarize herself with all the weapons as requested by her mother. When she sees Ace she opens her mouth to greet him but is interrupted by his question. “Oh, uh, no I haven’t, sorry. Do you want help looking or I can leave if you need to concentrate?”
He records another number on the paper and looks up at Oona. “No, no, you can stay. If you’re not busy, I’ll take your help, yeah.”
“I’m not going to make sure you won’t forget, because that takes so much time, I’ll just go grab them myself unlike you I’ve got pretty good memory.”Â
He points his finger at her. “That’s some good thinking. Anyway, I think I’m going to take this, um, soup to go. I’ll see you around.”
“Not at all. That’s just my best guess.” Abel watches Ace stand slowly and makes no move to go assist him. His mental excuse is that he’s too far away and Ace will be up by the the time he makes it over. “Do you need some help, man?”
He doesn’t answer at first, and instead fixes his clothes which got bunched up from sitting. “Um,” He takes a deep breath and fixes his hair, then looks at Abel. “Sure, thanks. Why don’t you check out the boxes on the top shelf while I look near the trap-making stuff?”
Abel walks in, sees Ace, and he’s on his way out when Ace speaks. He can’t get away now without being rude so he responds. “I can’t say that I have. But have you tried looking with the trap-making materials?”
He writes another number down on the sheet of paper, then looks over at Abel. “The trap-making stuff? Are you sure?” He puts an arm on a shelf and places all his weight on his good leg as he stands slowly.
She chuckles some, “Nice. You don’t have to though.”
He shrugs. “Alright, you can do what you usually do on missions then. Just make sure I don’t forget to grab some of their MREs on the way out, because I will.”
He tries to smile. “Only person I’d trust to.”
“Okay.” He takes off his belt and passes it to Aspen. “Here, bite on this. It’s gonna hurt like, a lot.” He walks over to a cupboard and pulls out some bandages, then turns to face his comrade. “Also, I’m not a doctor. But I’ll tell Doctor Lee about it so he’ll probably be by to check on you later.”
“That makes sense.” She replied, satisfied with his answer. “But the dust adds to the mood of it. Even if it makes it harder to breath.”
“True. It also makes more cleaning to do if someone needs a new room.” He gives his best smile. “What do you say? Wanna help me tidy up a little back here?”
He glances nervously at it.·“You voluteerin’ to yank it out?”
He raises his eyebrows. “Are you giving me permission to yank it out?”
“Oh, I can go. I’ll take note too to take more of these—” She motions her hand around her food. “Than soup.”Â
“Good idea. I’ll put you on special detail for it.”
Ace is sitting on the floor of the supply room, a clipboard on his lap and an open box by his side. He counts the number of items in the box under his breath and marks it down his inventory spreadsheet. Someone else walks in. He doesn’t look up at whoever it is so as to not lose track of where he is and says: “Hey, you haven’t seen the other box of smoke grenades, have you? Its not with the other grenades.”
   She slowly nodded, calculating how long two day would feel with them out in a dangerous mission. “I see. Should we be worried if no one goes back after three days?”
He taps his chin and squints in thought. “Uh, I’d give it four, maybe? I’ll leave you a map with our destination on it, just in case you need to send someone out looking for us. But I don’t think it’ll come to that.”
He’s not sure how to describe it, so he just lifts his shirt back up. It looks gruesome, and theres a small bit of metal in it still.
He steps closer to Aspen and leans over to get a good angle on the wound. He gives a low whistle in surprise and straightens. “Wow. You probably shouldn’t leave that thing in there.” He points at the metal piece.
Jade watched him, her confusion only growing. “I wanted some peace and quiet, away from everyone else. What about you, huh?”Â
“Well, I’m checking out these extra rooms here.” He wipes some dust off his clothes. “I haven’t actually looked at them since becoming the leader, so they’ve gotten dusty.”
There’s a pause from Thea, she looks at her food and then at his soup. “This is my favorite, so I don’t think I’m going to trade it with your soup.”
“Ah, that’s fair. Thanks for the consideration.” He grabs a spoon. “Are you interested at all in going on the supply run mission?”
