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"Look, what they're trying to really say, is that if we all die, it's going to be up to you guys to save the world. So stay here and work on your powers, got it?" Six says to the human Garde. Instantly, that shuts them up.
Dani shoots Six a look, one of those looks I've seen Marina and Six share. Have those two become friends as well? Then, she nods to Six before turning to the group of humans. "All right guys, lets practice disarming on each other until they get back," she says to the other LANEs. She claps her hands, which startles some of them, and then Nigel Rally helps her corral them all away from the ship and back towards the practice space in the hangar.
"You sure know how to work a crowd, sweetheart," I say as we board the ship after John and Adam. Marina follows behind us, and I can hear her muffled laugh. It's not the wittiest thing I've said, but the humor is certainly needed after that announcement.
"Shut up, dork," Six replies, nudging me in the ribs with her elbow. It's a light shove, hardly more than a tap. She straps herself into one of the seats, and I do the same in the seat beside her. I reach over and grab her knee, needing to hold onto her before she goes off into the Mog ship with just John and Adam.
And that's when John drops the bomb. "We're going to be stealing the airship."
"The fuck we are," Six says immediately. "John, that's… what? That's not the plan, and it's reckless. We're low on manpower as it is, we can't just throw away lives on some suicide mission!"
"It's not a suicide mission. The three of us can do it, Six," John shoots back.
When we finally get there and are on the ground, just yards away from the Canadian Special Ops, I turn to John again. "You sure I can't come?" I ask John, probably for the fifth or sixth time since we left the government base.
"Yes. I can only carry two, and I need Six in case I mess up the invisibility, and Adam for obvious reasons," John replies. I know. We've gone over this multiple times. But… don't they need someone else to fight off all those Mogs? Especially if John now wants to steal it from them.
Stealing the ship means killing every single Mog on-board. That's no easy feat, even if it is John and Six both up there.
"You'll get in on the action sometime soon, Nine," Six says after a moment. She's smiling faintly, but then her expression turns much more serious. "Don't worry, I got this." There's no arrogance in her expression or voice when she speaks. I quickly glance at John before returning my attention back to her. I look back at John, watching him in the way Sander always used to watch me right before a long training session.
"It's not you I'm worried about," I mutter back, my gaze still trained on John.
And I'm right. Ever since Sarah's death, John has been off. Of course, it's nothing that Six and I hadn't discussed and expected, but now isn't the time for our leader to be a bit… unhinged. Crazy. Suicidal. Take your pick of the best adjective.
"How many will be on board?" Marina asks Adam.
The Mogadorian in our midst pauses for a moment, calculating in his head. "Thousands," he says finally. "We've spread them a bit thinner with patrols and everything, but thousands."
I tense up at the news and hear Six suck in a breath. Thousands? Thousands? Is John insane?
"Look, Adam and I will focus on the cloaking devices like planned, while John and the Chimaerae hold off the Mogs. If they happen to kill a few thousand Mogs, then great. If not, then we bail like originally planned, okay?" Six looks around at everyone. John looks like he wants to argue, like he's sure that we can take the ship, but he finally nods. She maintains eye contact with me until I nod. Even if I don't like it, it's what is going to happen. It's not like I can stop it, so I'll just have to go along with John's plan.
"We'll be back soon," Six says to Marina and me. John and Adam start to walk to the spot John had deemed best for takeoff, but Six hesitates. After a second, Marina stops her by grabbing her arm.
"You're my best friend, so you'd better not die on me," Marina says, her tone somewhere between teasing and terrified. I'm not sure if I should be watching, so I turn towards John and Adam, who are watching. I shrug, and Adam shrugs back.
"Yeah. I won't. All three of us will be back alive," Six tells her. They hug quickly, and I notice Marina winking at me over Six's shoulder. She leaves quickly, offering to heal any wounded soldiers in the Canadian Special Ops.
"Be safe, don't be stupid. Don't let John be stupid either, if you can help it," I say after a pause.
Six nods and starts to walk away. At the last second, she turns back to face me. "Nine, in case something happens in there…"
"It won't," I cut her off. "Talking like that is bad luck. I won't hear whatever it is you want to say until after." I'm serious, dead serious. When you start talking like you're going to die… Well, it's not good luck. Not that I'm a huge believer in luck, but… At this point, anything helps.
She nods sharply, business-like once more. She walks over to John and Adam, and they get ready to fly onto the Mog battleship. John straps one of the cloaking devices to his chest, and then Six gets on his back like he's giving her a piggyback ride.
"Johnny, hands off my girl!" I call out, as he grabs her thighs to get better situated. Six turns to look at me and rolls her eyes. She flips me off, which garners laughs from both the Canadians and Marina.
John hugs Adam from behind, and then all three of them turn invisible. Godspeed and all that, I guess.
After discussing the issue of Rex with John, he and Ella go off to talk about loralite stones or some shit like that. I go looking for Six and Marina, who went off somewhere to heal some wound of Six's.
I find them in some random room on the Mog ship, nowhere that I care to learn much about. It's probably a barrack of some sort, or a small-scale infirmary, because there's a few beds inside.
Six is facing the door, and she smiles as I walk in. "Hey, how is she?" I ask Marina.
Six sticks her tongue out me, and Marina turns to face me. "All good, except for this here," she says.
"I told you, it's just an old scar. I think it's from Paradise, when I got stabbed in the shoulder," Six replies like it's nothing. "Sure it's ugly, but it's not hurting, Marina. Just leave it."
Marina pulls the collar of Six's shirt further to the side to get a better look. "It looks weird, though. Like there's something under…" She must have found the right spot to poke, because Six suddenly hisses.
"Okay, okay. Maybe you're right and there is something there. Can you fix it, doc?" Six asks her friend with a smile.
"It's like there's something still stuck in the wound. How have you not noticed this before? It's been what, a year?"
Six shrugs. "I've had a lot going on since then. And it hasn't been bugging me."
Marina sighs. "I'll need a scalpel and some other things. I'll see if I can find anything…" she turns away from six and looks through the drawers of the table beside the bed. She pulls out a sharp-looking scalpel triumphantly. "Nine, can you hold her down? This might hurt a bit." Marina turns back to Six. "Take the shirt off, I don't want to cut at the wrong angle."
And that's how I ended up holding Six down for surgery as Marina cut into her shoulder. All the while, I can't help but notice her sports bra, and the fact that if I tilt my head just a bit to the side…
When it's over, Marina heals the wound and Six cleans the blood away with some old bandages they had found in the room. I, meanwhile, hold the piece of dagger in my hand. It's about the size of the tip of my pinky, and part of it is jagged, like it shredded in her shoulder for some reason.
"Fuck, that had to have hurt," I say after a moment. "How did you not notice?"
Six shrugs. "I don't know. Hand me my shirt?"
I pause. Marina already left, saying something about leaving us alone. "What's in it for me?" I ask her, grinning as she crosses her arms and looks up at me.
Then, her scowl gives way to a smile. "What do you want?"
"I'd settle for a kiss, maybe two," I reply leaning down. We get so close that our noses brush, and I can feel her breath on my face as she exhales slowly.
"Really? I expected a higher price," she says, slowly closing her eyes.
I kiss her then, waiting just a moment to make sure she doesn't have anything else to say. The last time I cut her off by kissing her, she kicked me so hard in the shin that I had to ask Marina to heal it. Not something I'm willing to repeat.
She pulls away, and then lets out a little hum of satisfaction. Then she leans in again, and her hands twine in my hair and mine find their way to her lower back. Just when I know that I need to pull away to actually breathe, Six pulls away again. "Does that count for two kisses?" she asks with a grin.
"Hm, I'm going to have to raise the price to three."
Six lets out a laugh. "Nine, you have no business sense. You should figure out what I'd be willing to pay, then charge that."
"So, how many kisses are we talking, then?" I ask, resting my forehead against hers.
"You talk too much. Just kiss me."
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