Title: Hot and Cold
Author: Therm
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Summary: Face is indecisive.
Warnings: None.
Note: Response to Quick Pick for Blow. 157 words.
I don't know what to do.
I can't make a decision, should I stay or should I go? Course, I've already made the decision, I've left. I'm gone, outta there, no more Stockwell, no more missions.
I blow hot and cold though.
I want to leave, want to walk away from it all and not care. To leave Hannibal and the others behind and not look back. They can take care of themselves, they don't need me. In fact, I'm not sure any of us are needed any more. We're not helping anyone, just doing whatever Stockwell wants.
I complained about the old jobs all those charity cases, but at least it was worthwhile. We helped anyone who couldn't help themselves. We let the underdog's win. Help the oppressed. Now we work for a guy none of us likes or trusts.
I wanna go back.
I had a clean conscience then.
I could still sleep at night.
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