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Banshee-44 looked up from the gun he was inspecting to glance at the Guardian that had handed it to him across the table. The gun was a wreck and would take a while to fix. He looked behind the Warlock to a Hunter who had shown up just after the Warlock had. He had to respect her patience as he had been dealing with the Warlock for a while now.
It had been a long day filled with sales, repairs, and reforging. Just as he was getting ready to pack up and take a break for the night when a particularly stuck up Warlock had shown up and threw a wrench in that plan. The warlock seems to have gotten it in his head that any gun can be taken and repaired in seconds regardless of the damage. He had walked up, handed banshee the gun and said, "I need this cleaned and repaired in twenty minutes." Though it was more like he demanded. Twenty minutes later and Banshee only just got it through the Warlocks head that it would take more time than that for the gun to be operational.
"Well, I suppose if you lack the ability I could stand to wait a bit longer."
What an ass.
Banshee glanced at the patient Hunter. She was standing a ways behind the Warlock – still obviously in line though- looking up at the sky. With an amused smile. At least someone understood what he was going through. Strangely, though, she only seemed vaguely familiar.
Banshee sighed, "Listen, leave it overnight and you can have it by morning." Though he was loath to spend the rest of the night working on this tool's gun, he just wanted to get some rest if the only way to do that was by dealing with this Warlock's bullshit then so be it.
"No, I need this done immediately. This is a rush job."
Banshee stared at the Warlock, almost unable to comprehend what was just said to him. A rush job? He had literally just spent 20 minutes arguing with this guy and it was a rush job. It was too much and Banshee could feel himself his control. He was about to lose it on this slow-minded, long-winded Guardian but before he could a voice piped up
"That's bullshit this is clearly not a rush job."
The warlock spun around to glare at the unwanted opinionated. Banshee looked too, it was the Hunter and she was no longer smiling. The smile had been replaced by the most unamused and unimpressed facial expression Banshee had ever seen on a human. Other than Ikora. It seems she had had enough too.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I call bullshit. If this was a 'rush job' like you say it is then you would have brought it in earlier. Especially considering the state the gun is in. Thus is not a rush job you just waited until the end of the day so you wouldn't have to waiting line?
"I have no such intent. What do you mean by 'state'? It just needs a few measly repairs."
The Hunter stared at the Warlock and slowly blinked as though she too needed a minute to comprehend the Warlock and his lack of intelligence.
The Warlock smirked at the silent Hunter, and immediately turned back to Banshee and smiled the smarmiest smile Banshee had ever seen.
"So let's discuss cost shall we. This probably won't be more than a couple hundred glimmer correct?"
Before Banshee could respond once again the Hunter stepped in for him. She grabbed the Warlock by his shoulder and forcibly turned him around. She stared at him with a blank face for a second then punched him in the nose with enough force to knock him down. Banshee watched as she slowly crouched down next to the prone Warlock. She reached out and lightly placed her hand on his shoulder when he tried to get up.
"This is a person who knows how to intimidate." Banshee thought amusedly He know he should step in and stop this, as it is typically frowned up on for Guardians to get physical with each other, but he was content to sit back and watch. Just this one time. He listened as the hunter spoke to the Warlock in a low growl.
"You are going to shut the hell up and you are going to leave. You may come back tomorrow. Sometime in the afternoon, preferably. You will leave your gun with Banshee for however long he says you need to leave it and you will pay whatever it is that he says you should pay. If you disagree with any part of this and do not follow through with my instructions I will use you for target practice out in the field."
With that Banshee remembered who the Hunter was. He did know her and she had had quite the rep for "friendly fire" incidences. Though most of that was old news and not many reports of her had been heard in while; she seemed to fall off the radar and Banshee couldn't remember the last time he had seen her. She had never killed a fellow Guardian but she had never missed an opportunity to wing 'em if they had ever pissed her off.
"I'd listen to her kid, she doesn't look like the 'joking around' type." Banshee intoned as he walked over to help the Warlock up- It was clear the Hunter wouldn't- and also to make sure the Hunter didn't actually do anything to harm him further. As he got closer the Hunter stood up and backed away from the prone male and Banshee noticed the amused smile was back in place. After Banshee-44 helped the Warlock up he and the Hunter watched him hobble away.
"You know he's going towards the Vanguard. Probably going to report this to Ikora." Banshee noted. What the Hunter did was frowned upon and there would probably be a few repercussions for her but he did appreciate her stepping in when she did otherwise he would have been in her shoes.
"Yup" she nodded, entirely calm. Though she would be, Banshee acknowledge, this certainly wouldn't be the first time she got herself into this kind of trouble.
"Want me to deal with what you need done now before you and the Vanguard get into it?"
She snorted softly and smiled a bit more genuinely, "Nah, that's okay. I'll come back tomorrow too. It's getting pretty late and even exos need a break ever now and again."
With that she too left and Banshee watched as she walked towards the plaza courtyard. He could already tell that the tomorrow was going to be busy too. He needed to get his rest as soon as possible so he packed up his wares as quickly as he could. As he put the last item in storage he saw Ikora Rey storm out of the Vanguard, pausing long enough to scan the plaza, and make a beeline for the Hunter. She would probably talk to him later too. Banshee briefly pondered if the Hunter had feigned her angry or if it was her calm that was feigned. She flipped so easily between the two it was hard to tell. Banshee brushed the thought aside and went to rest.