Suddenly, I found it easier to type in my chapters BEFORE putting in my author's note. MAN, I suck… Anyways, here's the next chapter.

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It took a while for me to regain my composure. I didn't even realize that I was in the medical ward until I was…well, calm. I sat at the bed next to Mikey's, staring at nothing with my arms around my knees. I looked over at the young man, who looked content as he slept away with Tex and Church in his head, finding O'Malley-

The memory of my attack from the AI flashed and I hovered a hand over my throat. I was lucky that Church and Tex came along when they did. Otherwise… I didn't think too much about it.

I wanted to get up, to move. But…where can I go? I'm banned from going anywhere without them watching – I'm not a fucking kid. And it's like none of these men are as mature as I am – they act like they are, but they aren't.

Honestly, I don't blame them – why are they in a war that held no significance? For what? An enemy's flag?

Worst, none of it was real. They were placed here because they were deemed worthless. Merely used for cannon fodder for 'real' soldiers. Soldiers who lost their way over the need to get better, to best the other. Some took it too far; and they fought over fragmented parts of a tortured AI. An AI tortured for a way for one man to see his beloved again… while I can understand the need to cure Rampancy, why resort to torturing him? They're cloned from the brain of a person they're based on. Its inhumane – everything in this Project is inhumane! Why are humans so incomprehensible?! Why all of these acts of violence? For what? Peace? Order? God-!

I felt my chest burning, but a different kind of burning. With a growl, I got up from the bed and stormed out, leaving my helmet behind – I won't need it.

As soon I was outside, I kicked a rock, but frowned when it didn't budge. Dammit, it's buried in there. With a frustrated growl I kicked it over and over again until it was pried loose. Then, with nothing else better to do, I grabbed the damn thing and threw it. It didn't go far. I stomped up to it and I threw it a bit further towards the canyon wall. I watched as it clacked against the wall before I sighed and leaned against the base. Dammit, I need someone to talk to. But who?

Mikey is out, Tex and Church are in his head, and Lav is at Red Base with Shelia and Lopez to try to convince them to turn off their radios. And I can't seek Frank out – I'm not sure he'll get my frustrations.

And the Reds will shoot me on sight, despite Sarge not harming a female.

I slid down the wall until I was sitting down. I don't think they'll ever get it – the Reds and Blues I mean.

At a young age, I was ostracized for being a weird kid. I can't talk right, can't hear right, and my eyesight is shit – but most of it was my fault. My mindset is 'play, play, play' with no care in the world. Because of this mentality, I was picked on constantly by those in my age group. I wanted to fit in, to be like them – like the normal people. But as I grew, I suddenly realize that my efforts were wasted, and I began to block out everything. I blocked out the world and responsibilities of being the second oldest child in my family. …I even blocked out my own family. As time goes on, I saw the cruelty of humankind through our history, and through things that are otherwise fictional or real. I can never comprehend it, and slowly, I saw that the world…is not what I thought it was. It was cruel. It's full of despair, horror, and many things that I found myself disgusted with. It only made me ignore the world more. Why would I want to be a part of a world with so much cruelty and despair? But a lot of things are filled with horrid, awful things, no matter how hard you look for it.

This new reality is filled with that as well – the horrors of the Human-Covenant war, Project Freelancer… why must we humans have the mentality to fight, fight, fight? Do we fight for the sake of peace; order; money? All we humans are good at is destroying everything we touch. We're destroying our own planet and the ecosystem in our selfishness. We're destroying our own economy because idiots are running their countries. Whatever new thing we find is simply another means to destroy ourselves. The war may bring a nation together, but that's it – to fight for their own survival is when humanity is threatened. We're no different from the 'monsters' we created. Humanity also have the capability to do horrid things like the monsters we make up – sugarcoating it keep the masses ignorant. Ignorance is dangerous – it leads to blind faith and irrational thoughts. Its ignorance that discrimination exists. It's because we're ignorant and apathic that these things happen.

And then one day, you suddenly open your eyes and realized that reality is cruel.

That was what I felt a month and a half ago, when I realized that my family is dead. They have been for a long time. I… I never felt so alone. I tried to move on, I did, but…how the hell can you get pass grief? I just… can't do that. Not on something like this. The shock was horrible. I'm literally pulled away from my family who loved me despite my mistakes. I never get to find out what I want to do in my life; I never get to see my sister's wedding; I never get to see her children; I never get to see my brother; I never get to see my parents, grandparents and other family members I never met… I never get to see a future I could've have! I-

Before I knew it, tears were falling down my eyes. I couldn't stop it. I curled in onto myself.

I'm alone. I don't have anyone…

"Erica, you're- hey, are you alright?"

My family… gone. Ripped away from me, just like that.

"Are you-? Holy shit! Are you crying?"

I'm so…so stupid! How could I-?

Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around me, startling me to reality. But the moment that happened, the dam burst and I held onto the person, openly sobbing. The person who held me awkwardly rubbed my back, but I didn't care.

I just… I just need someone to hold me…

~o~

"So…uh…any particular reason you were crying?" Tucker asked her as he set down a drink for her. He didn't think she would drink beer – she never saw her touch the stuff. So he gave her a water bottle.

Wordlessly, she took the bottle but looked down on it. She sighed. "I…I felt homesick."

"Yeah, I hear ya," he silently nodded as he took a swing.

He let out a sigh after his drink and sat down across from her. An awkward silence permeated the air as they just sat there. Tucker let out a sigh, uncomfortable.

It's been a hell of a day for all of them. They got their tank fixed, and then Tex came back, telling them that her AI had infected Caboose. After they made their plan, he was shocked that the AI had Erica pinned to a rock, chocking her. When he spotted them, he smashed her to the rock before Church and Tex entered Caboose's mind. He was relieved that she was just knocked out, but had to ask Lopez to help him take Caboose and Erica to the medical ward of the base before they set their plan into motion.

Of course, it wasn't easy driving a tank, before he remembered that the tank has a training AI. He cursed his own stupidity before he accidentally crashed the tank into their jeep and onto the base. He could've sworn he heard another scream among the crashes. Thankfully, Shelia wasn't too badly damaged (though cringed a bit at an orange arm that managed to poke out from the jeep he crashed onto) and he quickly tried to get the Reds to turn off the radio by getting onto theirs. At first, they refused. They had to resort to Plan B, which has Lopez singing a song. After minutes of watching and listening to them writhe in agony of the song, they finally shut it off. Giddy, but also remembering to turn off their radios as well, they headed back to Blue base. He was surprised to see her up and about…but not as much as seeing her crying.

Honestly, he never had a chick crying around him – he just isn't used to that. He looked at Shelia and Lopez for help, but they just shrugged (or wiggled her turret for Shelia). Reluctantly, he went over to her and just held her in – what he hopes – a comforting hug. He was startled that she clinged to him and just bawled. He gave an uneasy look to the two machines before he awkwardly rubbed her back.

It took her several minutes to calm down, and they headed to the kitchen.

"Uh…yeah, I mean, I miss home to," Tucker admitted – though, he just didn't want the silence to last. "But, what can you do? We're kind of at war. It sucks though."

"…Yeah, it does," she said, toneless as she finally took a drink from her water.

Well, at least someone agrees. But…there's not much you can do if you were drafted into war. If you refuse, you get sent to jail – he didn't want that, so with great reluctance, he enlisted.

Though, honestly, he expected to and fight aliens or discovering new planets – but after taking a test, he was sent here to this crappy ass canyon. It wasn't bad at first, but that's because Captain Flowers was a good man. It was a shock that he had died in his sleep a couple of days after he was sent here. The next few weeks had been the same thing – spying on the Reds, always wondering what they were doing and trying to capture the flag. And after a while, it got… boring. It's the same routine, over and over again. And while they stand around and talk, it got boring as well. And then Caboose and Erica came along.

While it was good to not be bored, it also disrupted the peace that was in the canyon. At times, he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

He sets his drink down. "Do you really believe that ghosts exists?"

"…Huh?" She looked surprised.

"I mean…" he rubbed the back of his head. "A few weeks ago before you and Caboose came here, we had a captain. His name is Butch Flowers. He's a nice guy and all. A couple of days after I was stationed here, though, he just suddenly died in his sleep…over an aspirin overdose."

"…How did that happen?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Fuck if I know," he shrugged. "But even after all of that, he didn't come back as a ghost. And since you guys came along, suddenly Church is a ghost and so is Tex. I don't know about you, but…I'm getting a feeling that they might not be human."

She stared at him for a while. "That's…um… wow."

"Well, that's kind of what I think, anyway," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, I mean… I kind of thought of that too." He looked back at her to see if she was bluffing. She didn't look like she's fucking around.

"…Really?"

"Yeah, I mean… we're at war over flags," she said. "All we're doing is wasting a bunch of resources over a civil war with no meaning. Just two colored factions fighting each other…over flags."

"Yeah, I get that part," he said, bored.

Erica took in a deep breath and sighed. "What I'm trying to say is… why are we here? We could've just quit whenever we wanted. It's not like we have a place in war or in society. And yet we're picked for a reason we don't understand and then tossed here like a useless toy that no one would want to play with!"

Tucker raised an eyebrow at her. "What's with you all of a sudden?"

She didn't answer for a while. It felt like forever as he waited for her to answer (or not). Then, after glaring holes onto the table, she looked up. "…How would you react when you've met someone who's literally should've been dead by now?"

"…Huh?"

"Lav…" she sighed. "…I'm from the year 2014."

There was silence again, but he was processing what she just said. "…Are you pulling my leg?" He asked, "If you are then-!"

"Why would I lie about this?!" She snapped, slamming her hands onto the table, startling him. "Lavernius, I was just a college student almost finished her two years to get a transfer in credits. I turned 23 a month before, and going through my daily routine! I was lazy, antisocial, and would rather spend most of her time on a computer and video games than to hang out with her family! I was an idiot! An ignorant idiot that didn't realize what she had until it was ripped away!"

She was panting afterwards, for a few moments before she slumped down onto her chair, burying her face onto her arms. For the longest time, he just stared at her. Because, like, holy shit.

"I have no idea why I'm here," she said through her arms. "I'm a nobody. No one with a special skill, average intelligence and…ignorant." She moved her arms. "I want no part of the world… I just…" she buried her face onto the table. "I'm a horrible person."

…Moody much.

Went from anger, to sadness, to emo-y. All women are moody.

Still, that was… one hell of a breakdown. And she's literally someone older than him.

He wasn't exactly sure how to deal with women who are emotional like this. …But at least he was sensible enough not to make any rude comments. But he needed something to cheer her up somehow.

Though, he will be pissed if this will be a normal occurrence. This isn't a reality based drama.

"I, uh…" Tucker started off before he trailed off pathetically. "Well… okay, the world is shitty. I know that," he murmured. "I mean, I'm not exactly an idiot. We all have ways to try to cope with our situation. I know that eventually that I'll die – I just don't want to die as a virgin, you know?"

She looked up at him. "You're a virgin?"

"Well, uh…" Crap. "Uh… L-Look, I know how it works, I can never find a chick who would willingly do it with me."

"…Wow."

"Hey, don't patronize me," Tucker let out.

"No, I'm- I'm just surprised is all," she admitted. "I never expected you to be a virgin, with, you know, all of your talk and stuff."

"Well, maybe you should've try to know us better," Tucker pointed out. "Just because we act like we do on the outside doesn't mean we're like that on the inside. People are weird you know."

She stared at him for a few moments with wide eyes. The female bowed her head for a moment, tucking the part of her hair that's dyed red behind her ear. "…Yeah, I… I guess you're right."

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want part of something that's shitty either," the aqua clad man admitted. "It's just… I don't think I'm ready for responsibility that gets thrown at you in the army. You gotta be responsible in places like this, otherwise, people will just treat you like shit. But what responsibilities do you have in this shitty ass canyon? I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who thinks this civil war thing between the Reds and Blues is bullshit."

She was looking over at him as he spoke, but he continued, "I don't know why we're here, or why you're here, but… I dunno, we should make the times we have count. Live a little. One day you can die and you can't stop it. But what I'm trying to say is…you're not alone, you know."

Once again, there was silence in the room as she stared at him.

Finally, she spoke. "Wow. That's- that was pretty wise."

He shrugged. "Well… I feel that we need to get that out of our system, you know. But, really, if having moments like this will be common in the future, leave me out of it."

"Don't know if I can promise that," she shrugged. "Still… thanks. I needed that."

She then gave her a smile. It wasn't a small smile, or a fake smile or a forced smile… it's a genuine smile.

For some odd reason, he felt his cheeks warm a bit. "Uh… yeah. No problem," he rubbed the back of his head.

"Dude, are you embarrassed?" She had a teasing smile on her face as she tried to lean in.

"Hey! Leave me alone!"

She held up her hands in mock surrender, but she was smirking. "Okay, okay," she said. Then she relaxed and smiled again. "But, really. Thanks Lav."

"Try not to make a habit of it, okay?" He asked her.

"I don't think I can make promises like that," she said. "But…I'll try."

"You better," he wagged his finger, mirthful. He paused a little and leaned in a bit. "So, does this mean we're-?"

"Uup, uup, upp!" She held up her hand swiftly. "Look, just because we had this talk doesn't mean…" she trailed off a bit before sighing. "I don't want to sound mean but… I don't think I'm ready for that kind of relationship. I mean…" she rubbed her arm uncomfortably. "I…never had a boyfriend."

"What?" That was- whoa. She never had a boyfriend? But he thought back to the day she first came here and thought nothing of it at first… but… "You never actually have a boyfriend?"

"I have limited choices where I live…" She admitted tiredly.

"Damn, that must've sucked."

"Tell me about it."

"I mean, it's their loss! You're a hot chick, why can't they see that?" He meant it – she is a pretty chick.

"Well, I wasn't always like this," she admitted. "If you've seen me before I got here, you would probably rethink that."

"Well, does it matter right now?" He asked her.

She thought about it. "I… guess that's a good point."

Still though, it's crazy to not be in a relationship – he went through some himself, but they never lasted long. And Erica's mannerisms aren't like typical girls; she acted more like a guy than a chick. But…she's different. Not like Tex, a mean-bitch different… just… an odd different. Nerdy tomboyish almost. Yeah, that's it.

He rubbed his head a bit. "Well… I guess if you're uncomfortable to go into a relationship, so….," he trailed off a bit. "Uh… we still friends?"

She blinked at him, stared a bit…then smiled. "Yeah. We're friends."

Well…it could be worse. Maybe in time she'll come around. "Yeah. Friends." The two bumped fists, him chuckling and her giggling.

"Uh…" They turned their heads simultaneously to the white ghost at the doorframe. He looked between the two. "Should I ask what's going on here?"

"Nope," she said. "Just a couple of friends talking. Got a problem?"

Church shrugged. "Not really."

"So you guys got rid of O'Malley?" Tucker then asked him.

"Well… I think we did," Church admitted. "It took a while to find him in Caboose's mind, and when we did, we shoot and then he disappeared. So did Tex. Now I can't find her anywhere."

"Does she have a habit of disappearing like that?" The aqua clad man asked.

"Well… when we were dating, she'd sneak off all the time, but it was usually to sleep with other guys or to spend money that she'd taken out of my wallet," Church admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

He exchanged a look with Erica and back at Church. "…Wow," says Erica, with an odd tone.

"Dude, that is just sad," Tucker admitted, shaking his head.

"Hey, at least I GOT a girlfriend-"

"Who you broke up with in the military," Erica cut in.

"Godammit."

"Anyway, what was it like in his head?" She suddenly changed the subject. Tucker blinked at her; what?

"Well… basically, it's fucking weird," Church admitted. "Almost everyone in there is like some twisted version of the person Caboose had met. Tucker's dumb, Sarge's got a pirate accent, and he got the orange one's armor in the wrong color. The only normal one in there is Caboose."

"Well that figures," Tucker muttered, a bit pissed.

"Well…what other things are in there?" She asked.

Church looked at her. "…Well, to him, you're is older twin sister. She's… almost normal."

"How normal?" She asked.

"Uh…" He trailed off for a moment. "…As normal as everything is in Cabooseland."

"…Why do I have a hard time believing you?" She asked with a bit of a tone.

"Look, I just want to forget about what I went through in his head, all right? Just… shut the fuck up, okay? Thank you!" With that, Church turned and left the room.

Another silence went on between them. "…What do you think he went through?" She asked him.

"Fuck if I know," Tucker shrugged. Then a thought occurred to him, and he looked at her. "Wait, if you never had a boyfriend, does that mean that you're a virgin?"

She averted her gaze, but that was answer enough. 'One of these days,' he thought with a bit of a grin. 'One of these days…'

~o~

It's been a few days since O'Malley is chased out of Mikey's head. I'm kind of grateful that Lav didn't tell Church about my breakdown – I don't want an AI snarking on me. Mikey at least recovered… aside from a small bit of amnesia he had on Church. Yeah, he was pretty pissed that it happened, and it took us a while to get my fellow rookie to remember our de-facto leader. It took a couple of days, but he seems to remember Church.

Though, it seems that Tex disappeared this time. She hadn't went back into my helmet in a while – she was probably going around to make sure that O'Malley really is gone. …Or probably trying to find Frank. Hell, I don't know.

There was also the fact that Lopez is now able to repel Church now. That could be the sign that they're going to build their robot army to take us all out (ugh), but… I still feel bad that we can't understand Lopez. Is it possible for them make a translator thing-y to be fitted into your ear to allow you to understand any language? That would be great. So, with the thought in mind, I approached Sheila and Lopez during the few day period.

"Uh… hey, how are you guys doing?" I asked them, feeling really awkward.

They turned to me. "Qué deseas?" Lopez asked me. He seems edgy.

"Yeah, what do you want?" Sheila asked me, looking at me with her cannon.

I cringed a little. "Uh… still on edge for Church, or something?"

"Usted estaba interrumpiendo nuestro momento," Lopez said, crossing his blue arms.

I looked between them. "Uh… maybe I should come back another time," I said – I feel like I was intruding on something.

"Buena idea," Lopez agrees as I turned and left.

But…as I did, I heard something… indescribable behind me. 'Good God, what are they doing?' I asked myself. For my sanity, I didn't look back.

I tried again to approach them, but it seems that they were either busy… doing something, or Church tried to possess Lopez again (to no success). I have really, really, really bad timing. So… I decided to approach Sheila. I hope I wasn't too late.

"Uh…. Hey, Sheila," I greeted the tank.

"What do you want now?" She asked me, sounding irritated.

"Uh… sorry for bothering you guys doing… something," I apologized. Though, in morbid curiosity, I looked up at her. "What were you doing anyway?"

"Sorry, but I cannot disclose what we do in privacy," she simply told me.

…My cheeks suddenly felt hot. "Oh… You were- oh, oooh… oh." Now I felt really awkward. "Uh… sorry about that." I looked around. "Say, where's Lopez; I wanna ask him something."

"That depends," Sheila said.

"Look I feel really bad that the rest of us can't understand him, and that only you can," I explained to her. "And… it was our fault that Lopez was attacked by the Reds."

"Oh? So you are saying that it was an accident that it happened?"

"Hey, see if you can live with a leader that bitches at everything every two seconds for three months!" I retorted

"Hmm, I see your point," Sheila conceded. "He is always angry."

"Tell me about it," I sighed as I sat down next to Sheila. "If possible, he should probably go and take some anger management classes. But he's kind of an asshole – I don't think he'll last long."

"What is it that you wanted to ask Lopez?" She asked me. Right, back on topic.

I stood up. "I was actually kind of wondering if he can make something like a translator that could maybe… fit into your ear like a hearing aid… or something. That way, one of us would be able to understand him, instead of having a one sided conversation with him."

Sheila tilted her cannon at me. "A 'hearing aid'? That sounds really old."

"Hey, I'm from the twenty-first century. I have no idea what you guys use!"

"The twenty-first century?" She repeated and I realized my blunder. "Wow… what a sad century you lived in."

"Don't patronize me…" I muttered, feeling depressed.

"All right," the AI chuckled. "I will try."

"Anyway, sorry for leaving you alone for three months," I apologized. "The guys are lazy and… well, I was doing something else. Yeah…"

"Well… you made an effort to apologize…" Sheila trailed off.

"…But not enough to forgive us, huh?" I finished.

"Yup."

"Well, I don't blame you."

I shook my head. "Anyway, if there's a favor that Lopez would like me to do, I'll do it," I said. "I don't want to do this without him getting something in return."

"A cambio de qué?"

"Whoa!" I jumped and turned to the robot behind me. "Where the hell did you come from?"

"Soy mágico," Lopez's tone was dipped in sarcasm, then said, "Llegué en un momento."

At that moment, Sheila turned her attention on her lover. "Lopez, she was asking if you could make a translation device to fit in the ear like a 'hearing aid'," she said to him.

Lopez regarded me for a bit then back at her. "Un audífono?" He asked, incredulous. "No es que a partir del siglo XXI?

"She claims to be from the twenty-first century," Sheila told him.

Lopez gave a look at me for a bit. "Demuéstralo."

"Huh?" I intelligently let out.

"Demuestra que eres realmente del siglo XXI," he said.

"What? I- I don't understand…" I tried to explain.

"He wants you to prove that you are from the twenty first century," Sheila told me.

Oh. Uh… that could be a problem. "Well… I would, but I don't have my things with me from that time," I admitted.

"Derecho…" Lopez deadpanned.

"Look, I'm being serious!" I exclaimed. "If I can, I can prove I'm from the twenty first century! I just don't have my things – like my 3DS, my PS Vita…" I trailed off, suddenly missing my small handheld items. Everything here is so god boring! I let out a sigh. "This sucks…"

Silence was about us for a moment. Lopez sighed. "Fine. Voy a hacer por usted."

I blinked. "…Really?" I asked in surprise.

"Sí. Si eso te hace ir lejos para un poco," Lopez answered with a bored tone.

It's a good thing that I know a bit of Spanish – 'sí' means 'yes'. "Oh… thank you, thank you, thank you!" I grinned as I shook his hand. "What can I do to repay you?"

Lopez looked over at himself. "…Obtener esta pintura fuera de mí," he said, gesturing to his body. "Para empezar."

Ah.

I nodded. "All right, I'll see what I can do," I said as I began to take the armor pieces off of him. Thankfully they're light right now.

Once I got them off, I stacked them up and carried them to the base. "Later!"

At least I got something to do while I wait. Now I just need to find out how to get the paint off…

~o~

"Hello!"

I didn't have to turn to see who it was. "Hey Mikey," I said, still focusing on scrubbing the paint off.

I had to do a bit of research to find out on how to get rid of the spray paint. I tried to find the cans but they were hidden pretty well – probably to prevent 'accidents' caused by Mikey. Once I managed to find some, I looked over on how to get rid of it. It didn't help much, so I had to resort to the old fashioned cleaning. I was just lucky that scrubbers are still around.

"Umm… what are you doing?" The lovable blue asked me.

"Cleaning Lopez's armor," I answered, looking over a piece. There's still a freaking spot on it! With a bit of a growl, I scrubbed harder.

"Oh. Um, why are you cleaning his armor?"

"Well, he's doing something for me, and I'm doing this in return for him," I answered. Looking over the armor piece again, it's now spotless. With a satisfying nod, I placed it down to work on another. I still got plenty more to go though. Shit…

"What's he doing?" He gave a next question as I plucked another for me to clean.

"Eh… something," I vaguely answered before proceeded to scrub the living hell out of it. But my arms are getting tired…!

"What are you here for, Mikey?" I asked him while I was scrubbing.

"Um… yeah, uh, Lopez and Sheila have been spending a lot of time together," he said. Oh, right. He fell in love with the AI in the tank.

"Uh huh," I slowly nodded. "Uh… what do you want me to do about it?"

"Well, see if you can talk them out of it," Mikey suggested, sounding a bit mad. "He is not good enough for my Sheila."

…I think it's a good idea not to tell him about what they do when they're alone. "Umm… they… seem to be happy together," I said slowly, trying not to blush.

"He is a bad influence, and he is taking advantage of her, because she is young and naïve… and delicate."

"Delicate in what ways?" I asked him, "I mean… she's a TANK."

"Yes… she is a precious flower," Mikey sighed wistfully.

This is getting awkward. "Uh… I… don't know what to tell you on this matter," I began, uncomfortable. "I don't know how to help you on your situation, Mikey. I'm no expert on love."

"Oh…" Mikey sounded dejected. "…What should I do then?"

I paused to think about it for a bit then resumed scrubbing. "Well… don't be mean to Lopez too much. If anything were to happen to him, Sheila would be sad. I'm not saying you should be uber nice to him – just… not as mean for Sheila to not get mad at you. You don't want her mad at you, would you?"

"Umm… no."

I nodded. "All right then. I think you know what to do."

"Okay," Mikey said before I heard him leaving.

"…I hope I did the right thing," I muttered to myself. Most likely, I probably may have made it worse…

(Spanish Translations)

'Qué deseas?' – 'What do you want?'

'Usted estaba interrumpiendo nuestro momento.' – 'You were interrupting our moment.'

'Bueno idea.' – 'Good idea.'

'A cambio de qué?' – 'In return for what?'

'Soy mágico.' – 'I am magical.'

'Llegué en un momento.' – 'I came in just now.'

'Un audífono? No es que a partir del siglo XXI?' – 'A hearing aid? Isn't that from the twenty first century?'

'Demuéstralo. Demuestra que eres realmente del siglo XXI.' – 'Prove it. Prove that you're really from the twenty first century.'

'Derecho…' – 'Right…'

'Voy a hacer por usted.' – 'I'll make it for you.'

'Sí. Si eso te hace ir lejos para un poco.' – 'Yes. If it'll make you go away for a bit.'

'…Obtener esta pintura fuera de mí. Para empezar.' – '…Get this paint off of me. For starters.'

Breakdowns, odd friendships, and a very weird relationship – yup, just a normal day at Blood Gulch. The action is coming back really soon, though. So be prepared. Erica sure as hell ain't prepared for THIS.

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