Angela was still straightening her files when Jamison burst in, looking slightly panicked. "…Guten tag?"
"You got a knife?" He asked quickly, making Angela pause.
"…Why do you want a knife?"
"Do you got one?" Angela shook her head, confused.
"No, I don't…" Jamison cursed, racing off. Angela grasped a pair of scissors and followed him, curious as to why he wanted a knife. He was very fast, and Angela lost sight of him as he entered the cafeteria. He charged back out, with a butter knife in his hand. He almost hit Angela, and he raced off as Angela regained her balance, shouting,
"Sorry, Angel!" Angela recovered, following the thumps sounding down the halls. She found him enter his room, leaving the door open. "Got one, mate!" Angela peered inside to seeing a wheezing Roadhog and Jamison cutting at his mask. *That's a panic attack.*
"Jamison, stop." The Junker looked at her in surprise as Angela took the scissors to the mask, cutting it cleanly. She didn't have a chance to take in Mako's actual face, hearing him begin coughing harshly. "Does he have asthma?"
"As my what?" Jamison asked.
"Asthma: it's a medical issue!" She explained quickly and calmly, worried for the mammoth. Mako nodded slowly, still coughing harshly and gasping for breath. "Okay. Does he have any…" she tried to think of a term Jamison would understand. "…breathing aids?"
"Sometimes: he ran out a few days ago." Jamison held up a large container of oxygen in demonstration as Angela placed her hand on Mako's back, patting lightly as he continued coughing.
"Okay. Listen closely: I have a drawer of inhalers-devices like that. Top drawer, all the way in the far, right corner. Bring the orange one here, as quickly as you can."
"Um, which is the right one?" He asked. *We don't have time for this!* She glanced at his metal hand.
"Your metal hand is the right one." Jamison raced off without another word. "Let's hope your friend is fast, Mako." Angela carefully took in the objects around his room: Nothing would have caused such a strong reaction. Jamison came back within 45 seconds, and Angela helped Mako inhale the medicine.
"What's that?"
"It's medicine to help him breathe. Why didn't you tell me he had asthma, or that he ran out of medicine?" Angela questioned. She heard a stranger's voice say,
"I didn't tell him." She looked at Mako in surprise.
"…You can talk?" Jamison frowned, confused.
"Course he can. Why wouldn't he be able to?" Mako seemed much less surprised, taking deep breaths.
"…Most people can't hear me because of the mask, Jamie. Sorry for worrying you." Jamison shrugged.
"Haven't you ever heard of Asthma?"
"No. Should I have?" He asked honestly. Angela looked at him in surprise.
"…It's one of the most common medical issues in existence, though not as fatal as other bronchial issues." Jamison frowned.
"…That some kind of weapon or something?" Mako explained, finally breathing regularly,
"It's a medical term, like…TNT?"
"Trinitrotoluene." Jamison corrected. Angela frowned.
"…What is that?" Jamison looked as if Angela had asked him to explain how breathing works. "…Never mind. I was wondering if I could give you both a checkup."
"A what?" Jamison asked.
"I'll explain later. Would tomorrow work?" Mako answered for them.
"Ja, it would. Danke."
"You're welcome, and thank you." Angela smiled.
"Yeah, thanks for saving my friend, Angel!"
"My name is Angela." She stated, leaving the room. She took a deep breath, then headed to the kids' rooms, where she had agreed to meet Jack to explain everything. He was sitting on one of the kid's beds, silent as all 4 children stared at him in expectation. "Sorry I'm late, there was a medical emergency."
"It's fine." He stated.
"So what's the deal?" Locarno asked casually. Jack paused, then said,
"I telling you everything and letting you decide what to do. We're fighting a dangerous enemy called Talon. They took you 4 to manipulate us."
"Yeah, right." Arach scoffed. Mortica said nervously,
"Arach, let him finish."
"Who'd care, sis? We're left in an orphanage, no one told us anything! Someone suddenly picks us up, and we're supposed to mean something to someone?! I don't buy it for a second." Angela didn't speak, not sure what to say. Arach was being fair: he had no idea if he meant to anyone: and all Angela knew was what she had heard based on Reaper's voice, which wasn't much since he always sounded annoyed or angry. Jack continued,
"…The point still remains that they took you to manipulate us. They kill anyone they want-"
"I know." Alice mumbled.
"…What?"
"They shot mom." Alice stated, looking at her fingernails. Jack froze, completely blank. "Right through the skull. I don't know who. I looked, but I didn't see anyone. I should never have gotten in the car." Jack had locked up, and Angela had no idea what to say, standing to the side as Jack just stared.
"…Um…we're trying to fight them, and…frankly, I don't know where you'll be safer: here or somewhere else." Angela managed to get out. Mortica spoke again,
"They found him in Brazil: her in Indiana: us in New Mexico. We can't hide if they found us all over the place." Arach grumbled,
"What good is hiding going to do? They killed her mom, convinced one of his buddies to turn on him, found us somehow. They'll find us no matter where we go, so I say we f*** them up instead."
"Where did you learn that language?" Angela asked in horror. Arach shrugged, scratching the back of his hand.
"Some teen at the orphanage used to say it all the time. Seemed like an appropriate use."
"It's not." Angela said sternly. Alice stayed silent, but Locarno said, eyebrows furrowed,
"I'm confused. What are you asking us exactly?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Want to do? I want to fight the people who tried to mess with pops!" Alice looked up.
"That's an option? I want to stick it to the terrorists."
"I mean, why not?" Arach shrugged. "I'd rather do anything than go back to that place." Mortica nodded in agreement.
"Well, it seems they reached a decision." Angela stated. Jack nodded.