It was long after dusk and Torrent had been wandering the California Desert for the past hour on her last patrol block. For some reason, Kobra had put her on a late run in Zone 5. At least it was close to home. Kicking up dirt as she walked, Torrent made her way around and finally reaching her midpoint, Route Guano. Her hand was on the handle of her blaster, which was in a black holster on her upper thigh. It was oddly quiet in the zone she called home that night; no dracs, not a sign of a crow, or even an exterminator.
He probably put me on at this time 'cause he figured out that it's a damn ghost town out here at this time of night. No one's out here. God damnit! The guys baby me too much for my liking. They seriously need to lay off once in a while and let me protect myself. Sometimes I swear they're worse than Jet. She thought, crossing the road and continuing on with no problem whatsoever. She let out a soft "tch" as she was lost in her thoughts, thinking about how much the guys treat her like a kid when she bumped right into someone. Upon contact with the person she fell to the ground and looked up with a huff, blowing her hair out of her face and trying to figure out who the hell got in her way. "Oh... fuck" She said as she saw a white jumpsuit.
Quickly, She pulled her gun out of her holster with one and and slipped her metallic purple butterfly knife out of her boot, flipping it open and doing all kinds of crazy tricks in hopes of scaring the man off. He turned around at the sounds of the knife and found a gun pointed at his back and a short girl threatening him with a knife. Even with her mask on her features were still a bit recognizable.
"Hello Samantha" the man said in a menacingly velvet tone, German accent obvious as he spoke.
"Aw fuck... What do you want, Chris?" She asked as she stood up and brushed herself off, still keeping her gun pointed at him with the safety off in case he thought to try something.
"Put that away, I'm not going to hurt you" He told her, placing a hand on top of the blaster and guiding it down to point at the ground as he spoke. "I just want to talk, mein liebe"
"Well talk an' don't call me that. I ain't yours anymore" She snapped, at least willing to listen to what he had to say instead of being that girl and ignoring him.
Chris huffed and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck momentarily. She really was upset with him, wasn't she? At least he had a shot at talking to her and she hadn't shot him yet, so it was going well so far. He knew how bad her temper was and really didn't want to make her angry. "I, uh... I wanted to talk about us. I know you said you didn't want to see me anymore but I needed to talk to you.. Can we at least try to work this out?"
"No" She said simply, glaring up at him. "You had your chance and you decided to be an asshole. I don't wanna work anythin' out with you, or date you again. You're an asshole and I'm happy with Nelson, so if there's anythin' else you need to say to me you can fuck off because i'm done listenin'. I'm done tryin' to work things out. Leave me alone and stay away from me" she snarled, flipping the safety back on and folding her knife back up before placing them back into their proper holding spaces.
"But Sammi, I-" He started, tone changed to a pleading one before he got interrupted.
"Fuck. Off." She repeated, turning to walk away. Sam got one step away from him before he grabbed her arm,
"Sam, wait. Please, give me another chance?" He pleaded, looking down at her as he spoke.
She pulled her arm out of his grasp and growled, "Don't touch me. Leave me alone or I'll get my brother. Your choice, Chris. Live or die" Sam didn't wait for him to answer, walking away from him and back toward the diner before he could say or do anything. She made her wishes clear. He was her ex and it was going to stay that way.