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"Torque, stay with Sam. Sarge, if you don't mind, could I borrow a few of your boys to take point?" Angel asked, giving him her best sarcastic puppy dog eyes. He glared at her.

"Reaper, go with Angel." Said Sarge. She sighed, rolling her eyes, before leveling her gun and heading out around the corner, light sweeping the darkened hall.

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"So, which one are you?" Angel asked casually. Reaper glanced at her, and found a flash of glassy silver in the dark. Her outline was barely visible, but it was still there.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, gun still sweeping the hall.

"I mean, which one of the team are you? You must have done something horrendous to piss this 'Sarge' guy off, he did send you with 'the girl' after all."

"You are aware that he can hear you?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He could almost hear her grinning ridiculously.

"Aw, but that's what makes insulting someone sooooo much more fun."

"Stop flirting with the man and stay focused, please?" came Torque's voice over the com-link. Angel sighed.

"Yes, mom." She said sarcastically.

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"So, why do they call you ArchAngel?" asked Duke over the com-link.

There was a brief pause.

"Cause 'I'm the Angel of freakin' death.'" She said sarcastically. Torque could be heard snorting over the line, and a quiet snicker from Mach followed shortly afterwards.

"What?" asked Kid.

"Old movie, forget it. As to the first question, it's something of an inside joke. Besides…" swift movement, and she stopped, her gun snapping back up to the area where she had seen the shift in shadow.

"What is it?" asked Reaper, coming up behind her, gun at the ready.

"Saw something," she whispered, light flicking slightly from side to side across the wall.

Another flicker of movement, and Angel's gun snapped around, but there was nothing there.

"Sure she's not just skittish?" asked Sarge over the com-link, sounding annoyed. An angry growl from Torque silenced him.

"Angel doesn't get 'skittish'." He snarled.

Reaper, who was still standing just behind Angel, raised an eyebrow at her. She glanced over her shoulder at him, shrugging.

"Thank you, Torque. That was gushingly sentimental." She said. A grunt was her only reply.

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