A/N: Warning: This Chapter does contain Jorge/Scarlett fluff, which later accelerates into pretty cheesy moments. (Well, in my opinion).
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It had been a few hours since Kat had rustled up her crazy, yet good plan.
The rest of Noble Team had the chance to volunteer to go up with Scarlett, and Jorge had immediately volunteered himself.
Carter hadn't disagreed; They had worked well together over the past missions.
Noble Team had waited out the night in the very same cave that they had sheltered from the Scarab in. They took turns to watch, and currently it was Jun's turn. His eyes constantly looked over the terrain like a spotlight, his weapon never lowered.
Scarlett had fallen asleep against the wall of the cave, her back slumped. Realizing this wasn't a comfortable position, she had woken a lot during the night and was now awake, having given up on sleeping. She now offered to take watch, allowing a exhausted Jun to rest.
About halfway through taking watch, Scarlett heard shuffling footsteps behind her. She turned to see Jorge, carrying his turret as if it were no extra weight, advancing towards her position. He set his turret down opposite her, and leaned against wall.
"Couldn't sleep?" Scarlett asked, with a smile she was glad he couldn't see.
"Something like that," He replied with a chuckle. "I thought Jun was taking watch?"
"He was. But I couldn't sleep, and offered to do it for him. Looks like he really needed some rest." Scarlett gestured to Jun, who appeared to be in a deep sleep. "Ah," Jorge nodded. "You did a great job, by the way. With those two AA guns and then the Spire."
Scarlett smiled again. "I aim to please," reminding them both of when they had first met. Jorge chuckled. "You do that well."
Scarlett smiled again, happy that she had managed to make him laugh. He hadn't taken his helmet off, and she hadn't taken hers off, so she couldn't tell if he were awake or asleep. Scarlett didn't say anything, either way. She knew they'd have time to talk later; Jorge was going up to the Ardent Prayer with her, so she was certain they could converse as well as focusing on the mission. The only thing that worried her, was what if the mission failed? She'd be alright dying with him, holding his hand...But dying without him, or him dying without her. She couldn't stop those thoughts.
It were almost as if Jorge had thought the same thing, because he gently moved across the cavern to sit next to her, and took her hand, as if means of some sort of reassurance.
"I'm certain that this crazy mission will go alright. Me - You - We make a good Team." He softly spoke, looking at the wall. He still hadn't let go of her hand. "Yeah," Scarlett replied, feeling a slight flush work its way across her face, once again so very grateful she was wearing her helmet.
Scarlett didn't know how many minutes, or hours had passed. All she knew was she had felt her eyelids grow heavy, and she dropped off to sleep, her head leaning on Jorge's shoulder.
Jorge, himself, did not contest to this. He simply smiled and continued taking watch, not once letting go of her hand.
Eventually, however, Jorge had to wake Scarlett. He couldn't risk any others in the Team seeing them holding hands - Particularly Kat and Carter - He'd hate to see how they'd react.
Jorge gently nudged Scarlett's shoulder, causing her to wake. "You should get back to the group and rest," He suggested, speaking softly. "I'd hate to see the reaction on everybody's faces if they saw us."
Scarlett nodded, smiling. "Alright. Are you okay here on your own?"
Jorge nodded. "Yep. Don't worry, I'll finish up watch."
Scarlett untangled her fingers from Jorge's, and stood up. "Tell me if there's any trouble." She said.
"You can count on it." He replied, with a chuckle.
Scarlett smiled, and headed back to the rest of the Team, curling up and getting a good sleep.
It had just gone Midday, and Scarlett, Jorge, Carter and Kat jumped off the Falcon onto a beach, a good distance from the Launch Facility. Emile and Jun were still at the cave Noble had rested in, holding position.
"Bit of a hike to the Launch Facility," Jorge said with a soft sigh. Scarlett looked over and raised her eyebrows. She knew Jorge was often too open with his opinions, but she had never heard him complain about a mission, and certainly not when Carter was around. She wondered if it was because of Kat's crazy plan, he had decided it was safe to raise his opinion about it. Everybody was pretty skeptical about it.
"Any closers too hot to land." Carter replied, with almost an edge to his tone. Jorge did not protest to his response.
"Copy that, Commander!" Kat called over, nodding her head in response.
"Move up the Beach, Noble!" Carter ordered. They stayed in perfect formation, Scarlett first, followed closely by Jorge, then Carter, and finally Kat.
"Launch Facility; Dead ahead." Kat informed everybody over COMMS.
"We've got a Spirit inbound." Scarlett called out. She took cover behind a rock, readying her Magnum. A pack of Grunts were on the other side, so she threw a Frag Grenade, blowing the Grunts to oblivion.
Kat moved ahead of the group, but was stopped in her tracks by a drop-pod.
"Whoa!" She cried out.
The Elite kicked the door open. Unfortunately for Kat, the drop-pod flew in her face, making her crash into a nearby rock.
"Kat!" Scarlett and Carter cried out in unison. Jorge looked over quickly.
Scarlett and Jorge dealt with the Elite, whilst Carter tended to Kat.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly. Kat nodded weakly, waving her hand towards the Facility.
"You need to get to the Launch Facility...Go ahead without me, I'll be fine." She said weakly.
"A good solider never leaves anybody behind!" Carter protested, shaking his head.
"Noble Three, send in emergency Evac NOW." Carter ordered over COMMS. "Five, Six, get to the Launch Facility and get that Saber moving! I'm taking Kat back to the cave." Carter explained to them.
"Understood, Sir," Scarlett replied. "...Is she...Is she going to be okay?" She asked, scared of the answer herself.
"I hope so," Carter replied. "Right now, I need you two to clear a LZ for Jun!"
"Got it, Sir." Scarlett replied. A few minutes later, and the area was clear. Jun landed the Falcon, and Carter and Kat clambered on, Carter worried about Kat, and Kat worried about her other arm.
"You guys are going to need assistance," Carter said. "So Emile will be assisting you up until the Sabre's."
Emile jumped off the Falcon, putting his Knife away. Jorge groaned loudly at the sight of Emile. Emile looked up sharply.
Even though Scarlett couldn't see his face, she knew he was giving Jorge a death glare.
"Scarlett, make sure those two don't fight. We have enough to deal with right now." Carter sternly ordered.
Scarlett nodded. "I'll do what I can." The Falcon took off, and Scarlett was left with a fuming Jorge, and a vicious Emile.
"What are we waiting for?" Emile yelled, pulling out his knife again. "Let's get 'em!" He charged ahead, stabbing anything Covenant that came into sight, before finishing them off with his shotgun. His method was brutal, and Scarlett wondered if that was due to his childhood. Emile never spoke of it, and often got angry when he did, so nobody brought the subject up.
The Covenant were brought down quickly, largely due to Emile's method. They reached the Launch Facility, and the doors slid open.
"Spartans, coming in! Watch your fire!" A female marine yelled. The remaining marines immediately lowered their weapons and saluted.
Emile charged in first. Scarlett and Jorge jogged slowly together.
"Still can't believe Holland said yes to this." Jorge muttered.
"It's crazy, but it is a good plan." Scarlett replied.
"Just get that Sabre in the air." Carter snapped over COMMS.
Jorge and Emile took their position by some doors. Scarlett walked over to a Marine, who appeared to be struggling dealing with a Wraith on the platform below. "We've got a Wraith on the lower platform!" He yelled, as if Scarlett wasn't right next to him.
"Allow me," Scarlett said, taking the Rocket Launcher the Marine was holding. The Marine looked skeptical at first, but his facial expression soon changed to one of fascination as Scarlett destroyed the Wraith in one shot. The Marine watched her leave and advance towards Jorge and Emile, gawping.
"Good work." Emile said.
"Thanks," Scarlett replied, smirking. The doors slid open; A Marine screamed and was thrown against the wall, dead. An Elite emerged a second later. It's back was turned, so Scarlett stuck her combat knife into it's skull, killing it. The Elite fell to the ground, and Emile kicked it's dead body happily.
They passed through another room, finding more bodies of fallen soldiers. Emile stocked up on Shotgun ammo, whilst Scarlett and Jorge examined the area.
A door by Scarlett slide open, reviling the control room.
"Guys," Scarlett called out. "I think I've found the control room."
She gestured towards the room next door. "I think you're right." Jorge replied, taking point, closely followed by Scarlett and Emile.
There was a console, showing a hologram of the Facility. Several bodies were slumped around it. Scarlett looked around and saw fallen marines almost everywhere. Whatever was in here, it sure as hell slaughtered the marines.
Jorge walked towards a large window, with a good view of the sabre. "That's how we're getting up there." He said proudly, gesturing towards the sabre.
"Oh, yes, I had no idea!" Emile cooed sarcastically. Jorge glared at him, despite the fact Emile couldn't see this due to Jorge wearing his helmet.
Scarlett sighed loudly. "Emile, don't aggravate Jorge. Jorge, don't let him get to you." She said sternly.
Emile groaned, whilst Jorge nodded.
"Let's get on the sabre, then." Scarlett said. Jorge nodded.
"Emile, call in Jun for Evac." Scarlett said.
Emile nodded. "I'll fight my way out of this place." He replied, grinning as he held up his knife.
Scarlett shook her head, smiling.
Jorge was already waiting by the sabre. "You first, Scarlett. I'm just a passenger on this leg." He said over COMMS.
Scarlett nodded. "Alright, hang on," She turned back to Emile. "Good luck out there. Tell Kat I hope she recovers soon."
Emile nodded. "I think it's you two I should be saying good luck to. Kick some Covenant ass."
He replied, grinning. Scarlett laughed. "Oh, you can count on that!"
Scarlett walked towards the sabre. She stopped by a Marine, who was kicking a Ultra's dead body. An Energy Sword lay by it, so Scarlett grabbed it, thinking it'd be useful on the Ardent Prayer. Jorge stood by the steps leading to the sabre, watching her. Scarlett smiled at him, even though she knew he couldn't see it. "Sabre is prepped and ready for launch, Ma'am." A Marine by her spoke, saluting. Scarlett nodded, and advanced up the stairs, followed by Jorge.
She clambered into the sabre, and Jorge watched, making sure she got in safely. He, too, climbed in, and once he was seated, Scarlett pressed a button to make the cockpit close. She pressed a few more buttons, and a automated voice spoke.
"Commercing Launch in 5...4...3...2..." The sabre launched, heading straight up. The ride was bumping, but within a few minutes, they had left Reach's atmosphere and were riding smoothly. Almost as soon as they had entered the UNSC-occupied space, where the Savannah was, Colonel Holland contacted them. "Noble Actual to Bravo-029, over."
"Copy, Actual. Colonel Holland?" Jorge questioned, surprised.
"Affirmative, Noble Five," Holland replied. "Welcome to OPERATION: UPPERCUT. I'll be your control from here on out."
"Understood, Colonel," Jorge replied. Scarlett was sure he was smiling, from the tone of his voice.
"Noble Six, these sabre's have been designed for orbital defense," Holland explained to Scarlett. "You may need to get re-acquainted. Reondavouz with the Frigate Savannah and the other sabre's whenever you're ready. Holland out."
"Reacquainted?" Jorge questioned. "He spoke as if you'd already used one of these."
"Yep. I was a test pilot in the secret sabre program. I really shouldn't tell you...But you're different, Jorge. And I trust you." Scarlett couldn't believe she'd just said that. It was almost saying those three words...I love you.
Jorge was silent for a minute. Scarlett was worried he'd thought she was pushing, and didn't want to talk. But he responded.
"I trust you, too, Scarlett," Jorge replied. "More than I've ever trusted. And you are also so very different..But it intrigues me. In a good way, of course."
Scarlett smiled at this. She assumed that this meant Jorge often thought of her, which made her feel butterflies in her stomach. It was odd for her. She hadn't felt this way for a long time. Not since Jack. She wondered if she was really falling for him.
Scarlett started heading for the Savannah, when Jorge suddenly warned for incoming bogies.
"Multiple unidentified contacts." He said sharply. Savannah Actual had requested combat assistance, so Scarlett had joined the other sabre's to help.
After a good FireFight against Seraphs, Banshees, and Phantoms, the area was, for the meantime, secured.
The Savannah told Scarlett were to dock, and she did so.
"I'm out here, Scarlett," Jorge informed her as she docked. "I need your override."
The sabre's AI informed Scarlett that the thrusters were disengaging. Scarlett opened the cockpit, allowing Jorge to slowly clamber out of the sabre. He clung on to the side; Scarlett kept an close eye on him. Jorge took one, final lingering glance at Scarlett before jumping.
Scarlett inhaled deeply, watching Jorge gently drift towards the Pelican attached to the Savannah.
"Ez megszakad a szívem..." Jorge muttered in Hungarian, which Scarlett roughly translated as 'This breaks my heart...'.
She was grateful for the lessons Jorge had offered to teach her.
"Noble Five? Please repeat." Dot requested.
"Pull up surface grid 19 by 22." Jorge ordered, ignoring Dot's request.
"Gladly. ONI: Sword Base, Sector 19."
"Thermal enhance." Jorge requested, with a worried edge to his voice. It was silent for a moment whilst Jorge watched Sword Base being attacked by the Covenant, his heart racing.
"Noble Five, your pulse has elevated," Dot spoke, breaking the silence. "There is nothing you can do for Doctor Halsey and the others inside Sword Base. The mathematics are determinate."
'Determinate,' Scarlett scoffed, thinking about it. What a emotionless thing to say to someone who was worried about their life of, essentially, a mother-figure to him.
"Noble Five?" Dot asked, having no response from Jorge.
"I know..." Jorge whispered, his voice filled with sadness. Scarlett wished she could just hug him, hold him.
"Bravo-029, you are clear to leave dock, re-engaging thrusters." A marine informed Scarlett over COMMS, snapping her out of her thoughts. She re-engaged the thrusters and left the docking station.
"Noble Six, this is Holland." Holland spoke to Scarlett over COMMS.
"Go ahead, Colonel," Scarlett replied. "We've flagged a Corvette-class vessel on a predicted docking track with our target," Holland explained. Scarlett looked over to Jorge, who was preparing the drive.
"...Get our makeshift bomb on that Corvette, and we have our delivery system," Holland continued. "Noble Five will escort the bomb. I need your Sabre team to clear the way for boarding."
"Understood, Colonel," Scarlett replied, turning her attention to the Savannah, who loomed in front of her.
"As she's already donated her slipspace drive to the cause, the Savannah will be joining you to provide local fire support," Holland explained. "UNSC Savannah; Our wings may be clipped, but we've got your back." Savannah actual interjected.
Scarlett heard Holland sigh over the COMMS. "I've stuck my neck out for Noble on this one, Lieutenant." He said, almost regretfully.
Worried that Holland would, so late into the mission change his mind, Scarlett quickly ended the conversation.
"We'll get it done, Colonel," She assured him. "Six out."
"Target Corvette sighted within visual range of NAV Beacon RA-15," Dot said.
"Target confirmed," Scarlett replied. "We have visual."
After fighting their way through more Covenant airforces, Scarlett and the remaining Sabre's set down on the Corvette's landing pad, under Holland's orders. Scarlett jumped out of the cockpit and floated slightly, much to her surprise. However, she realised this was due to 0% Gravity, and grew used to it. Two airborne Elites flew out of the Corvette's control room and began attacking Scarlett's men, but were quickly handled. Assuming that the remaining Elites were to stay in the control room, Scarlett ordered her men to drop down and engage, with her following close behind. Scarlett opened fire on the three remaining Elites with her Assault Rifle. Their shields were easily lowered, and she finished them off with an headshot.
"Noble Actual to Savannah," Holland sounded over COMMS. "Enemy COMM relay is now offline."
"Copy that," Savannah Actual replied. "Diverting all power and personal."
"Alright, Noble, let's get that slip-space bomb onboard," Holland said to Jorge and Scarlett. "Six, head to the hangar."
Scarlett and her men formed up upon a doorway. Upon entry, they found another airborne Elite with a small pack of grunts. They were, as before, easily dealt with.
"Colonel, on our way to the hangar." A marine in Scarlett's FireFight team informed Holland.
"Noble Five, meet 'em there." Holland ordered Jorge.
"Affirmative," He replied over COMMS. "On approach."
Scarlett could hear the confidence in his voice. She wondered if he had faith that the plan would go well.
The hangar was full of Covenant. They were at least four or five Elites, a good sized pack of grunts, and an Engineer giving the Covenant over-shields. Scarlett shot down the Engineer, before picking at the Elites, whilst the marines dealt with the grunts.
Once the hangar was clear, Jorge spoke, "Scarlett, go for those shield controls. I need in."
Scarlett pushed the glowing hologram, opening the hangar shield. She jumped gracefully down from where the shield control was located, and stepped toward the Pelican, ready to greet Jorge. A few marines stepped out first, scanning their surroundings before lowering their weapons.
Jorge stepped out a few seconds later, and stopped a few feet in front of Scarlett. Once again, she noted, he carried his weapon as if it were not extra weight. That was a II for you.
"Powder keg is aboard, Colonel," Jorge spoke to Holland, looking straight at Scarlett the entire time. Scarlett shuffled on her feet, slightly nervous for this mission, whilst Jorge patted the slip-space device comfortably, as if it were a pet.
"Copy that," Holland replied. "Six, get your FireFight Team to the Bridge. The Corvette's refueling track will have to be initiated manually."
"Yes, sir," Scarlett replied dryly.
"Hear that, Lieutenant?" Jorge questioned, advancing towards Scarlett. "I'll be all by my lonesome back 'ere. Make it quick, would ya?"
Scarlett couldn't tell if he was serious or not, but nodded nether less. She preferred to stay with Jorge in the battlefield. They both turned, and in a jog, advanced towards the doors that, supposedly lead to the Bridge.
"Got plenty of arms and ammo if you need 'em, Spartan," A marine who had come in with Jorge piped up.
"Thanks," Scarlett replied. "I think I'll take a look."
She turned and headed towards where the marine had gestured, and took a look. She was able to stock up on DMR ammo, but kept her Energy Sword just in case. The doors slid upon, and Scarlett heard Jorge shouting. She headed over and Jorge re-positioned himself by her, setting down his turret as a make-shit mounted turret. A group of Elites had engaged them, and Jorge was struggling on his own. Jorge lowered the Elite's shields, whilst Scarlett picked them off with Head- shots. The Elite's were taken down quickly.
"We make a good Team," She said to Jorge.
"That we do very well." He replied, nodding proudly.
"Meet you back here." Scarlett said with a smile, before heading off to the Bridge.
She was stopped about halfway at the sight of the Savannah.
Pieces flew off it, flaming. Some crashed into the Corvette, but it was hardly affected.
"Dammit, I'm losing her!" Savannah Actual cried over COMMS. Scarlett wished she could just help, in some way or form.
Then there was silence from the Savannah.
"Savannah Actual, can you hear me?" Holland asked desperately.
"Frigate's gone, Scarlett," Jorge told her gently over COMMS, as if he could sense her despair.
"Nothing we could do."
"You're in deep with no cover, Noble. Get that Corvette moving and get the hell outta there!" Holland yelled over COMMS, causing Scarlett to wince.
"Looks like the Bridge, Spartan," A marine spoke calmly. "Let's clear it out."
Scarlett gestured to the Marines to hold their position behind her. She surveyed the area, almost like a wolf looking for it's prey. There were, at the most, four Spec-Op Elites. Along with one General and a large group of Grunts, the room was looking crowded.
Scarlett ordered the men to assist her in taking care of the grunts first. That way, the grunts couldn't give her away if and when she assassinated an Elite.
The other Elites, having not noticed the fallen grunts, patrolled the area as usual, completely unaware of Scarlett's presence. She snuck up behind a spec-op that was completely noticeable and quietly snapped its neck.
The remaining Elites had failed to notice their fallen teammate, so Scarlett continued and finished the rest.
"Move, Lieutenant, put that Corvette on refueling track to the super-carrier." Holland barked over COMMS.
Scarlett rolled her eyes and found the controls. "Well done, Noble Six," Holland spoke again. "OPERATION: UPPERCUT initiated. Corvette is under way." Holland almost sounded more relaxed, calmer, Scarlett observed.
"Scarlett, our ride outta here is taking heavy fire," Jorge informed her over COMMS. He sounded desperate. "Get back to the hangar!"
Scarlett worked quickly, wiping out the Elites and Grunts that stepped in her path. The only cost being her marines. Scarlett was slightly upset at this, having already lost the Savannah. Too many people were being lost in this war.
Scarlett finally reached the hangar, and saw an Elite, an pack of jackals and grunts attacking Jorge. She quickly ran over and assassinated the Elite, before head-shooting the remaining Jackals and Grunts.
"Good of you to come," Jorge spoke, heading over to Scarlett. "Hostiles are pounding the hell outta the Pelican."
"Sorry I took so long. I lost my FireFight Team." Scarlett quietly explained.
Jorge patted her back in a comforting gesture. "Don't worry about it. At least you're safe."
Scarlett smiled up at Jorge, but was soon distracted, as some Jackal snipers had arrived. They were a problem, as Jorge had to keep evading their shots, and therefore he couldn't fire back. He constantly lunged back and forwards, trying desperately to dodge their shots. He looked a bit clumsily, Scarlett supposed, but it probably wasn't easy with a massive turret.
Scarlett quickly killed the Jackals, allowing Jorge to better position himself for the next wave of attackers. After a group of Ultra Elites had arrived, and sub-consequently been killed, Jorge requested Scarlett to meet him at the bomb, in order to active it and get back to the sabres.
There was just one problem: The bomb was so badly damaged by the Covenant, that it had be activated manually. The timer wasn't going to work. The Pelican was also damaged, so there was no way out with that. The sabre's were now impossible to access, with thanks to the Covenant. The only way out was a drop from the hangar back to Reach. And one of them would have to set the bomb off and stay behind, sacrificing themselves.
Jorge instantly decided it would be him. Scarlett was so much better than him in the battlefield. Reach needed her more than him.
And he loved her. He wouldn't - couldn't let her die.
Frustrated by this outcome, Jorge angrily hit the bomb. Damn Covenant.
"Well, I got good news and bad news," Jorge began, stepping towards Scarlett, who turned to face him. "This bird's engines took heavy fire from the Covenant, and the sabre's are inaccessible, meaning the only way off this slag-heap is gravity." Jorge explained.
"And the good news?" Scarlett asked. She seemed calm.
"That was the good news," Jorge replied solemnly. Dot had began talking again about the time before detonation. But he wasn't listening.
Jorge threw his helmet off, it hitting the ground with a loud thunk. He hardly seemed bothered, Scarlett observed.
"The bad news is, timers fired. I'm gonna have to fire it manually."
Now it was Scarlett's turn to take her helmet off. She stepped closer, shaking her head.
"When did you decide this?" She asked. Jorge could hear the worry in her voice.
"Just now...Scarlett, listen. I have to do this."
"But that's a one way trip, Jorge." Scarlett replied, feeling her stomach turning upside down.
Was he going to do it?
"We all make it sooner or later," Jorge replied. "Better get going, Scarlett, Noble are still going to need you."
Scarlett shook her head, backing away from him. "No...No, I'm not letting you do this." She firmly replied.
"And why not?" Jorge augured back. "I'm doing this for you as much as I am for everybody else. I'm not letting you die up here. Not by Covenant hands."
And this was true. Jorge cared for Scarlett deeply. It would break his heart even more, to see her go.
"I don't want you do this, because..." Scarlett hesitated.
"Because what? What is it, Scarlett?" Jorge asked.
"Because I love you!" Scarlett shouted, the tears welling up in her eyes. She had grown to love Jorge, despite her attempts to never let someone in like Jack. She could have almost hit herself. Why did she admit it? There was no way, couldn't possibly be anyway that he could-
Her thoughts where cut off by the force of Jorge's lips mashing against hers. She was shocked at first, but soon relaxed, enjoying the moment. The kiss was rough, yet somewhat gentle. Sooner than both would have liked, Jorge pulled away.
"...And I'm sure, as I've just proven, you know I love you too." Jorge replied, a grin spreading on his face.
"But, Jorge...There has to be some other way..." Scarlett whispered, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
Jorge shook his head sadly. "There isn't. Just please, let me do this. I'm not having you dying." Before Scarlett could protest further, Jorge gently but firmly picked her up, and carried her to the end of the hangar.
"Stay safe." He said, giving her one final kiss on the forehead.
"Jorge!" Scarlett cried as she was thrown out of the hanger. She watched the super carrier go into slip-space, and for once, since Jack's death, let herself cry.
She was knocked unconscious when she hit Reach. Scarlett quickly stood up, and checked herself. Minor bruises and cuts, but nothing too major. The impact of the fall had hurt her leg, badly, meaning she could only limp. She opened her palm to see a pair of dog-tags. She turned them over, and was immediately saddened to see 'S-052' engraved into them. That's when it all came flooding back. Jorge must've slipped the dog-tags into her hands whilst he was throwing her out of the hangar. She put Jorge's dog-tags around her neck, allowing them to become entangled with her own. She then advanced towards the burning city of New Alexandria, looking for a way to re-establish contact with Noble.
A/N:
Hope you liked it. c:
And don't worry, Jorge will be returning...soon enough.
I know it's a spoiler, but I'm hardly going to kill off a main character halfway through this fanfic. So I thought it'd only be fair for you all to know that. :P