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Heart to heartAfter a session marksmanship, Hercules loves to clean re-sight his weaponry...just to make sure they're working at perk efficiency. He's never had a weapon jammed that he's worked on in the field and he was gonna keep it that way. Working guns meant another tool to get him closer to ending this mess and going home to his family. So his time to clean work on his weapons is his solitude to think and prepare. His meditation time before and after a conflict...and right now it was being interrupted by an angry father.
Recently his idiot brother had started with Nejireta's twin girls, Sae and Pae. It started off that Markos had saved them from a couple of Hannibal's freaks and they were swooning over him. On the Winne-sub Nejireta had an easier time keeping an eye on them making sure the three of them didn't try anything funny, but being in this large underground fort was a bit of a challenge for the troubled father.
OutingDeklan was in the hanger again busily working. In a back section was a AV-8H Harrier II in need of repair and had spent the last few days in there tinkering with it and putting it in working order. The man loved to fly. Plans, choppers, gliders...hell once he made a homemade jet pack. Flying was his passion and he treated his aircraft like his kids and this Harrier II was the newest addition to his family.
Around late evening he completed repairs and was finishing fueling the plane for a test flight. He was climbing into the cockpit when a figure had entered into the hanger. It was her agian...Cici. He was surprised to see her after his little stunt at the advice of Priscilla. For a second he thought she was going to come out of her robotic shell and emote, but he was quickly back to being "obsolete technology". So he went back to his passion of the world of flight.
A man of few wordsBlackbird searched the halls for the missing return. Recently the other mercs had been made alert of Priscilla's project to return Carmen back to life in the hopes that she could get Guass to realize his error. Now they were searching for the poor girl. Somewhere in the halls she had gotten off to and it escaped him just how she did. She wasn't done yet...how in the world could she just have gone off? Blackbird remember his own process. The muscle reconstruction took weeks with the added bed rest.
"....Carmen.........Carmen....." He tried calling out for her. Maybe the sound of a familiar voice would draw her out. Had to find her fast before any damage would undo the work Rosabella had done and in her state it would be real easy for her to come under any harm...even stress induced. Heading to the eastern part of the base he came upon Deklan and Cici...Deklan had a thing for the yo
Good Talk"Why did you leave anyway?"
"I couldn't go through what he was gonna do. Couldn't go with what he was going to you. You're innocent in all of this."
"I'm no innocent....I'm a mon-"
"Shut up with that mess. You're not a monster, alright? Yeah you've done some scratchy stuff, but you did it to survive and a monster I don't see in you."
"Then what do you see?"
"A kind...loving...exceptional person. Someone who puts too much on her and her past."
"I mean it."
"How long are you going to be gone this time?"
"Not long. Just a simple search and destroy. Be back by supper tomorrow."
"Just come back..."
EH! WAKE THE FUCK UP! Break's over dammit.
Guass was jerked out of a tiresome slumber...Butcher saw to that. Wanting to get back to the hunt...back to carnage
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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