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BQ
'Beast is too nice to him.' I thought to myself as I started to calm down from my laughing. I let myself into her room and sat on the bed. The room was had the same setup as mine. I pouted at this realization. 'I was hoping that was a joke.' For someone who was used to staying in places where the closet was at least half the size of the room, it wasn't much. I definitely wasn't expecting a double size bed and a small bathroom. I sighed as Beast guessed what I was thinking.
"You don't like the size?" she said as she plopped on the floor next to her suitcase.
I fell back on her bed, "The drawers were barely big enough to hold half of my clothes and the closet was laughable.
"I told you not to pack so much. Besides it's not that bad," Beast said as she unpacked. All of her outfits stayed on the darker side of the color spectrum; much to my dismay. She was awful to shop for. "It just takes some getting used to."
"Sure, whatever you say."
I watched as my friend finished putting her clothes away and stored her suitcase. "You could join me and Hi-Tech for some games."
"What?" she looked at me confused.
"Oh come on, you saw how he almost changed into a tomato when you brought up Mexico."
Beast's stared at me, "I did that?"
I shook my head. 'She never sees how much Hi-Tech likes her.' Beast was pretty smart, boarding on genius in her own way, but when it comes to certain things she just doesn't catch on.
"Is that why he ran away?" she continued.
I nodded.
Her face fell, "He's already uncomfortable around me. I'll have to apologize later."
I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure that's not it. And I was the one who suggested we play strip poker."
She smiled knowingly, "You did say you were going to show that lieutenant something he wouldn't forget."
I grinned while heading for the door, "And he hasn't he still e-mails me. I opened the door. "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when it's time for dinner. Later."
Beast waved me out.
As the door slid shut behind me I noticed Roadblock struggling to get into his room. I smirked. 'He blew me off earlier. Now he has nowhere to go.' I gave my hair a quick fluff and strutted over.
I stopped behind him, "You having trouble?"
Roadblock seemed to freeze. "No, no trouble, I was just fiddling with the security pad."
"Fiddling with it?"
He stayed still. "Yeah, you know, to make sure it's hooked into the wall good."
I walked around to his front and looked at the security pad. The thing looked as though something has been scratching and beating it, but it was still on the wall and hasn't budged. "It looks secure to me." I looked up at him.
Roadblock backed up a foot. "Yes, I suppose it is."
"Do you need help getting your door open?"
"I know how to open it."
'Oh he's one of those,' I thought as I rolled my eyes inwardly. "Well, then could I just refresh your memory. I hope you won't mind."
He sighed in relief to my understanding, "No, I wouldn't mind at all."
I smiled at him as I grabbed his hand and guided it to the palm reader. I whirred as it scanned his hand and beeped in recognition. The door slid open.
"There you go," I stepped back, "now you're all refreshed on how to do it, right?"
Roadblock rubbed the back of his head and smiled at me. "Yeah, thanks."
I could feel myself getting lighter in my success. 'He smiled, that is progress.' "No, problem."
I quickly pivoted and started walking to my room before he spoke, "I'll see you at dinner."
I stopped in front of my room and replied, "Maybe."
Crunch
I hardly listened as Keeper read of missions that were in operation or completed today. I already reviewed the data, but she insisted it was protocol. She was the replacement for Cover Girl, a Joe agent whom I had become familiar with over the few months before her murder. Her replacement was a little more uptight than I would have liked.
Keeper was going on, "The Delta squad has noted some activity near D.C. along the coastal region in their report."
I paused mid-step. "What kind of activity?" 'I don't remember reading that in any of the reports I read.'
Keeper scrolled on her tablet, "Just some cyber activity and sightings of rocket launches. They reported none of the claims to be reliable, so it isn't of any concern. Do you think differently, captain?"
Rocket launches? 'That is odd, but if it was something aerospace security would have raised the red flag by now.' "No, continue."
Keeper did, somewhat to my dismay continue; but I listened for anymore reports I didn't catch. There weren't any.
We were passing through the residence hall when I ran into Snake Eyes. Though 'ran into' might not be the proper phrase. More like he was walking ahead, heard me, turned around and nodded at me. I couldn't have expected a warmer hello.
We headed in the same direction and I rambled off some things I've heard about him. Basic reports and profiles on him. He just listened or pretended to, not that I could tell the difference. He stopped in front of a door and nodded to me as I continued down the hall.
"Keeper, whose door was that? The one Snake stopped at." I asked.
Keeper tapped at her tablet before responding, "Sargent Laura Blue's room, sir."
'Beast? What could he be doing there.'
A/N: I got the next chapter out. Yay! I happy with all the new followers. The notices I get in my inbox make me want to put up the next chapter faster. In case you didn't know, Cover Girl was the one who got stabbed in the back in the first movie when Baroness broke in for the warheads.
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