Xenotober 22 Assignments (Reunion cont.)
a/n: Dodging the prompt, Neesae & Frye get ready for the main mission.
Editing? Maybe not?
All the good things belong to Monolithsoft.
Nothing bad happened. They got to the edge of the canyon. Neesae touched the fuel gauge over her controls, a weird gesture that worked like a good luck charm. It meant to her: full tank, full guns, no problems. She didn't rub the fingerprint off the glass. That was something she did back in NLA, wiping away the wreath of smudges only when the skell was parked and the engine was ticking as it cooled. First print, first danger passed.
Carranza barked over the comms. "We park here. The real mission starts now."
Neesae added a second print, buying that luck in advance. Debt was dangerous, debt was deadly, but sometimes she couldn't help herself. The pilot's hatch slid open and she jumped from her skell, weapons ready.
Carranza was standing at the foot of Rosalee's skell, screaming up at the silent machine. "You want to be here, get your ass on the ground."
"Buddy," Frye advised him, "she ain't listening to you." For all that Neesae could run like a gazelle, Frye had reached the leader first. He must have been serious about keeping close to him. "She ain't gonna listen. She trained in the School of Akulov."
Carranza swore and spit, then turned on the rest of his team. "We aren't just here to kill and clear. We need to grab the drops. You (he poked Frye hard enough to make Frye flinch), you get them stunned, but for god's sake don't break anything." Frye gave an exaggerated whine of sorrow and nodded. "You (he lifted a finger toward Neesae and hesitated, then thought better of it), you use your dainty thing to slice the plating clear." Neesae did not argue with his calling her longsword dainty. The faster they got this pointless review over with, the better. "I'll slide in, remove the sac, then you can go ham."
"With mayo," said Frye. "Or mustard, depending on mileage."
a/n: I had to wait until my entire family was asleep because at one point Youngest was licking me. LICKING ME! At one point I had to rub tea tree soap on my arms to stop it and IT DIDN'T THEY KEPT AT IT DO YOU REALIZE HOW BAD TEA TREE SOAP TASTES?
Next up: There will be fight scenes. Thoughts and prayers, people.
