Seventeen climbed aboard the mother of Invention. It was a lot bigger on the inside than out.
"Impressed?" Voice came beside her.
"Caboose!" She ran up and hugged him. The blue man in ODST gear returned it happily.
"Hey Sharrina" he returned.
"Seventeen now, Caboose" she corrected him.
"I like your other name better Proteus girl, hey hav-" he was cut off by a yell.
"Caboose not over there! Over here you fucktard!" came the voice of an angry women.
"Oh oh, here comes trouble, I'll see you later yeah?" He asked.
"Sure" she smiled. The Director had a map uploaded onto her tac pad. She had also secretly taken Tammy with her, if they checked back at the station it would say that she was locked up offlined and pulled from her computer in Seventeen's room.
Seventeen had a backup plan if investigations failed. Break and enter the databases.
Heading towards her room she went down the east wings. Seventeen accidently bumped into someone. She kept her head low and tried to continue walking ahead but was pulled back by the freelancer. She pulled her arm out of his grip.
"Ah it's you old girl, splendid. I was wondering when I was going to get a chance to talk to you. The name is Wyoming," a british accent of a man with an almost cartoonish like mustache stopped her.
"Seventeen, pleasures all mine" She said.
"May I ask what are you doing in the freelancer quarters?" he querried.
"Freelancer? I thought this was one of the staff area's? The map must be wrong" She said going over it.
"Nope the map is quite right. You're not bunking with staff my dear," he said peering over her shoulder.
"Don't call me dear!" She snapped following it's directions.
"Ah and a temper there too I see" he observed.
She folded the map up. "My temper is what got my partner killed. So back off!" She warned.
"And a spirit to." He contiued.
Seventeen ignored him and kept walking she approached her door and opened it. "Just like home as plain as can be" She observed.
The room had a single bed, a desk with lamp and seat, a builtin cupboard and a small bathroom attached to it. "Comfy" she slid her pack next to the door and walked in.
"So old girl tell me about Proteus?" Wyoming said following her in.
"Uh that's classified" she asnwered turning to face him.
"Surely a women of your beauty could tell dear Wyoming here?" He suggested.
Unbeleivable! Seventeen felt pissed! She had been here three minutes had they were already pumping her for infomation on her program. Wasn't that her job?
"I can't tell you now leave before I make you" she warned.
"But I really want to know what do your agents do?" he asked.
"Not talking" she crossed her arms.
"Oh but per- ahh!" he screamed. He didn't have time to react as she tackled him to the ground painfully.
"Take a hint and leave me the hell alone!" She warned twisting his arm higher behind his back.
"I don't think she likes your company Wyoming" A voice of a women said.
A soldier in black clad armour came in. Wyoming stood up and dusted himself off then caustiously left. Seventeen still had her arms crossed and faced the soldier.
"You here to ask the same thing?" Seventeen asked.
"Not a chance, heard screaming thought it was South bitching again. Nice tackle by the way" The black clad women complimented.
"Thanks I learnt that in basic. Handy for dealing with annoying british assholes" Seventeen unzipped her pack and started getting her clothes out and placing them in the cupboard.
"What are you doing in freelancer quarters?" Texas asked.
"Seventeen and I don't know the Director located me here." she introduced.
"I know who you are. I'm Texas, what I want to know is why you killed your sergent?" Texas asked and answered.
"Twelve told you huh? I killed him before he got to me" Seventeen answered.
"There' s more to it than that" Texas responded. "Now what?" she continued.
"That's my bussiness if I start trusting you enough I might tell" Seventeen answered.
"You don't trust easy do you?" Texas asked
She laughed then turned to face the freelancer. "I lost someone cause I trusted another to get him safe, only I was wrong and they stabbed me in the back and killed that someone special, so no I don't trust easy Texas" Seventeen answered bitterly.
"It's Tex I like it better" Texas answered.
"Fine Tex. I like Seventeen better than my name so we call each other that then" Seventeen responded.
Texas left and Seventeen stayed in her room for hours unpacking and planning. She had an idea one that was going to be crazy and probably get her killed. But hey she liked the odds of surviving. It was what she did.