"Who the fuck do you think you are, carbon?!" Vasquez barked, automatically jumping up from her chair.
"I am your superior, thus, if you don't want to get into any more troubles, I'd counsel you to sit down and to watch your tongue." Flynn said, not looking up from the annoyingly organized notes on his desk.
"Fuck you! You're not my superior, you're a damn smug robot that the USCM signed to this ship for no fuckin' reason!" her outburst echoed through the small room, and made Flynn sigh and look at her with a tired expression on his creamy skin –as if robots could actually get tired.
"You should have already guessed that the reason that I was signed to this particular ship, was mainly because of you and Drake. The USCM couldn't just let two criminals walk out of the prison into a place like this, where they'd use weapons all time. At least, not without a proper supervision." His annoying robotic voice was like a slap to her face.
Of course she knew the director of the USCM had been fairly apprehensive to let the two of them be on the Sulaco, or any other ship actually. But, from that to send a robot to keep them under watch, as if they were two misbehaved kids? How the hell did Flynn expected her to have guessed that?
She sat down again, looking rather pissed off and surprised, a combination that didn't made Flynn feel much comfortable. He got up, and walked around the room in his usually erected stance, with his arms crossed behind his back, his gray eyes never leaving her, as if he expected her to attack him all of a sudden.
"Now, if you were other soldier, those actions could have gotten you out of the active. But, in your special case, you are more likely to spend the rest of your life cleaning ships and the gateway station. But, as this was the first time you disobeyed one of my orders, and it proved to be valuable for the mission, I'm disposed to make a deal with you." He stepped closer, carefully, and laid his cold hands on her broad shoulders, pressing his cold fingertips against her shoulder blades.
"What kind of a deal?" cabrón, she added on her mind.
She felt very suspicious about all this, but the idea of spending the rest of her life in goddamn cleaning services made her shut up and listen to what he had to say.
"You'll obey my orders without even questioning them for a second, and you better watch your tongue from now on. And you'll call me 'Sir', from now on, just like everyone else does. I'm not giving other choice as to accept them, understood?" his fingers pressed a bit harder against her skin, then eased up again. It took her a couple seconds before realizing he was massaging her shoulder, a fact that didn't made her feel any more relaxed.
"Understood." She sighed."Sir." she added between clenched teeth as he rubbed her shoulders more vigorously.
"Good. Dismissed." He let go of her and walked back to his chair, walking even more erectly.
She quickly made her way to the door, with anger and frustration accumulation on her chest. She would have slammed the door with enough strength for it to jump from the door frames, but it was automatic, and so she just let it close behind her, with a vacuum like sound.