Hrm... not exactly proud of this chapter, but... it had to be done. Plus, I wanted to show one of my OCs. Here you go.
Disclaimer: I own none of them except for my OCs. (And is it really okay for me to put the disclaimers down? You guys already know by now...)
"Hello?" Simmons called out as he and the woman wondered around a bit, looking around. This place is huge! He never thought that the place would be connected to the canyon. "Hello?" He called out again as he looked into another corridor.
"Where is everyone?" The woman asked as she helped him look.
He looked back at her. "I dunno," he admitted before they wondered further. After a while of walking, he sighed. "My guess is that we all got separated in the teleporter."
"Well that sucks," the woman grumbled. "The others could've be anywhere!"
He shifted away from her a bit. "Uh… yeah," he mumbled, then said aloud, "Why don't you go further ahead a bit? I should try to contact Sarge."
"…Right," the woman let out, shaking her head before doing as he asked.
Simmons shuddered – girls always scares him. With her safely away, he turned on his radio com-link in his helmet. "Sarge, this is Simmons 2.0," he called in. "Apparently your plan to chase Lopez and Doc has failed miserably. We appear to be stuck in some kind of nexus of teleporters which could take us anywhere in the Universe…" He looked around again. "Or it's a janitor's closet, hell, I don't fucking know…" He waited a beat, but he only heard static. "Sarge, are you there? Sarge!" Still static.
He let out a sigh and turned it off. "Dammit…" This day isn't going well at all.
They were left baffled yesterday when they were forced to surrender…by a woman of all things. For someone who was supposed to be 'nice' she's pretty…aggressive. And though she's a Blue, Sarge just refused to hurt her (leaving him slightly exasperated at that) before they had to yield to her demands. …Reluctantly.
It took Sarge all night to build the two robots – one with the fancy name, Francisco Montague Zanzibar and the other with the plan name, Robot #2. And while he was gleeful that Sarge put in something that will make the robot hit Grif whenever the word 'dirtbag' is used, and that one of them has a microphone in it… he was shocked that Sarge also put a ten megaton bomb in another; that could end up making Blood Gulch into a giant fucking crater! It'll take every single one of them out! Hopefully, that…probably won't happen – though, he was starting to question his ways. Only a little.
The exchange at 6 nearly went off without a hitch…until Lopez tried to run up to them, and the woman intercepted him. The bafflement just continued to grow as she… talked with Lopez. Like, she was somehow able to understand him.
That was until she was nearly shot in the head. That startled not only him, but the rest of them (the woman included).
Simmons was torn between watching his CO, to the woman holding her arm in pain, and to the aqua colored Blue holding his head in pain. Then it seemed that there was paper coming out of his ass until Sarge informed them that Red Command disconnected on them, leading to the screaming and yelling fest…and he could've sworn that the other Blue was trying to tell them something.
…That was until the woman pushed him out of the way, and she ending up taking a blast meant for him. He didn't see what happened to her, but he and the others were too busy panicking when a purple… thing came flying in! It was also piloted by Doc, but… he was acting strange for some reason.
It was after Doc and Lopez disappeared into the teleporter that the conscious Blues explained to them: Doc is possessed by a rough AI calling himself 'O'Malley', and he was originally used by the chick in black before she…went up in smoke.
Of course, it became a (rather) ridiculous argument about what's ironic that lasted for two hours – like when they were arguing about the conditions of the Blue's surrender some days back – but he didn't get himself involved. He had to fix the teleporter to get to Lopez and Doc.
But just when he got done, the woman woke up and was miraculously healed! She had a bit of an argument with her leader (and man, what disrespect) before he was convinced to let her go. …He didn't expect to be paired with her – and women terrify him! He always has been since growing up!
…Most of it was his father's fault, but still!
"Hey."
Simmons let out a scream as he jumped back in shock.
"Whoa!" The woman jumped back in surprise. "What? What's wrong?"
He had to make himself not hyperventilating (but he's failing horribly) as he backed up a bit. "Don't-Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Uh… okay, but seriously, what the hell was that about?"
"About what?" His voice sounded higher (and oh shit, he's having a panic attack).
"About- hey, are… are you okay?" She asked him, tilting her head at him.
Simmons' eyes shifted under his helmet. "Uh… o-of course I'm okay! Why are you asking that, Blue?"
"Dude… you're kind of talking funny," she said. She cautiously stepped forward. "Are you sure you're okay-?"
"Don't come near me!" He yelped out, backing up a lot.
She stared at him for a while. "…Hey, I don't bite," she said.
Yeah right… that's what they all say. "Yeah, sure, why should I trust a Blue? A female Blue at that!"
"What's your problem with girls anyway?" She asked with a tone- oh, he felt that he's in trouble.
He cleared his throat – nearly coughing – before he tried to sound gruff. "Nothing. Even though we called a temporary truce, we're still enemies, aren't we?"
She stared at him for a bit.
…She won't stop staring.
He started to fidget as she continued to stare at him.
Why won't she stop staring?!
"WHAT?!" He exclaimed, unnerved now.
She jumped. "Whoa! What?" She sounded…absentminded right there.
"Were you even listening to me?" He asked, sounding a little peeved – it's bad enough that he has to deal with Grif on a regular basis, but to be ignored by a chick? That is a new level of low.
"What?" She sounded surprised, then she perked a bit. "Oh! You mean about our temporary truce? Yeah, I was thinking about it actually. Uh… sorry for staring."
…What is with this chick? She doesn't realize she stares at people when she's thinking of something?
Simmons shook his head. "Listen, we still have to find our comrades," he said. "Not… screwing around in here. Just be quiet and let's just find them!"
"Okay, okay," she held up her hands. "No need to bite my head off there, dude. But if we're working together, you should at LEAST know my name." Simmons rolled his eyes.
Right, he thought sarcastically.
She held out her hand. "I'm Erica. You?"
He eyed her warily for a moment before he reluctantly took her hand. "…Simmons," he mumbled, nervous.
…That was actually the first time he touched a female…
"And your first name?" She then asked.
"Uh… Dick," he answered.
She stared at him. "…Really? Your name is Dick?"
"What's wrong with it?" He asked, feeling a bit offended as they let go.
"Um… no offense, but whenever I speak or think of your name, I'm reminded of a certain part of the male anatomy."
Seriously, how come that's the first thing everybody asks?! It's not his fault that he was named 'Dick'!
She then looked over at him for a bit…but she looked…thoughtful. "…What?" He asked.
"…Hmm… Um… I've got a question," she said. "Is there another name that's also… similar to 'Dick'?"
"Uh…" That's… an odd question. "…Richard?"
She nodded. "Okay, then I'll just call you "Richie – or some other nickname you prefer."
It was his turn to stare at her. "…'Richie'?"
"I dunno, that's the best I can come up with," she admitted. "I could probably think of a nickname for you."
"Just… call me Simmons," he said meekly.
"Nope, I figured that it would be fair to maybe call everyone by their first names. I mean," she shrugged again, "I've been used to it for so many years."
…She is, by far, the strangest woman he had met so far.
"J-Just focus on trying to find the others," he said.
She shrugged. "Well, we've seen nothing but corridors and portals so far. So unless we go to one and stumble across them by accident, we're kind of shit out of luck."
Great. He honestly wanted to get away from this woman as soon as possible. …Or at the very least, be in a company of a man so he can put them between him and her.
He winced. 'Goddammit Donut!' His accidental innuendos are rubbing off on him! In order to save himself from further embarrassment, he looked around and settled on the one near them.
"Okay, I'm going to try something," he said. "Just…be quiet and let me work or something."
"Okay, okay, no need to get your panties in a wad," she said and stood off to the side.
Well, at least that worked. With a sigh, he sets to work. Maybe his new cyborg brain can come in handy here…
~o~
I just stared up at the ceiling, bored out of my mind. It's only been a few minutes since Simmons (I still have no idea what to nickname the man) had worked on the portal. In all honesty, I was kind of nervous. What if this portal doesn't have Sarge and Mikey on the other side on Battle Creek where those Zealots are? What if it lead to some weird place that we both have no idea about?
I mean… parts have been derailed and someone is trying to kill me back there. Frankie mentioned Omega talking with someone about testing 'zero'…
Man, this is getting confusing as this goes on…
"Okay, I think I got it," Simmons said as he plugged something in. I looked into the portal-
And we saw a monster of sorts on the other end. It looked over at us and roared.
We screamed in terror as Simmons quickly unplugged it. The image turned blank.
The two of us panted to calm our quickly beating hearts. We gave each other a look – we're both terrified of what's beyond the portals… but we need to find the others. We know it, and though we didn't like it, but… we have to.
"L-Let's try the others," I stuttered, still shaken.
"Y-Yeah," Simmons hesitantly nodded.
Hopefully, we'll find the right one.
Sometime later…
I was terrified.
I was horrified.
There are so many words that I could describe our experience right now.
The portals that we found so far contained so many things that I don't even want to describe. They could very well haunt me forever in my nightmares.
I have no idea how many times we had to quickly flee for our lives after Simmons turned off the portal. I lost track when I tried desperately to find a way to get rid of…what I've seen beforehand out of my mind.
I was literally at the edge as Simmons fiddled with another portal. I was twitching and trembling.
How much longer am I going to take this? It's one insanity after the other!
'Please let this be the right one, please let this be the right one, PLEASE let this be the right one…!' I chanted in my mind many times as Simmons worked on it.
As Simmons held the two cables, he hesitated (and I don't blame him) before he plugged them in. The portal came to life… and gun fire was heard. And a shout – a familiar shout.
"Caboose, Caboose, keep them away from me!"
I had never felt so relieved to hear that southern accent from a slightly crazy old man. I looked in to see Sarge and Mikey defending themselves from the Reds and Blues from Battle Creek.
I knew I was stating the obvious, but I still asked, "Is that Sarge and Mikey?"
Simmons let out a relieved laugh. "Yeah! It's them! At least, I hope so."
Again, I don't blame him. Still, we watched.
"And that one! No, no, the one with the limp!" Sarge commanded. "Get 'im!"
"Yeah, that's Sarge" Simmons nodded before calling out, "Sarge, can you hear me?"
Mikey was shooting all over the place, and sometimes getting the person he needed, shouting, "I don't want to kill… but, I don't want to die even more!"
It's still a relief hearing his voice. "Hey yo! Mikey! Can you hear me?"
Mikey turned to Sarge. "Uh, why do you sound like a girl Sergeant?"
"Wha?" Sarge sputtered (and I held back a chuckle) and managed to kill off the other guy before turning to Mikey fully. "I didn't say anything, numbnuts," he scolded.
Mikey looked around. "Oh, they're asleep again," he noted as if he just noticed the dead bodies.
Yup, that's him all right.
"…What the fuck is wrong with him?" Simmons asked.
"Uh… he got severe brain damage from a rouge AI," I answered – Church, Tex and Omega really caused a mess in his head…
"Uh-huh," he nodded. Ass.
Sarge looked around. "Caboose, we have to break this never-ending cycle of attack and retaliation," he said before holding up his fingers, "either A) convincing the two sides to live in peace," probably possible, but probably not, "or B) by getting ourselves completely involved and kicking some serious ass!" He then nodded as if he decided on something. "I vote B."
"And what the hell is wrong with him?" I blankly asked. I know, but still, I wonder.
"Hey, nothing's wrong with him!" Simmons protested. I just gave him a blank look. "…Well, okay, he said that he denied retirement for a few times in his years of service."
I hummed. "I would've gone crazy as well."
Mikey, after looking around for a bit, perked up. "I have a plan, Sergeant," he said. "But we will have to move quickly. Listen…" he stepped up to Sarge. "Whisper, whisper, whisper…" He backed up. "Do you think that would work?"
Sarge just stared at him (and so did we). "That's your plan?" He asked, confused. "All you said was 'whisper, whisper, whisper.'"
"I know," Mikey said, sounding depressed. "I wanted to be the one with the plan this time."
Sarge palmed his visor with a sigh. "Come on, I have an idea," he said, walking off and dragging Mikey with him.
I let out a sigh. "At least those two are okay," I said, sliding to the ground.
"Yeah," Simmons agreed. "Anyway, I better work on this. You keep a watch out for something… I dunno, weird."
"Okay," I said as I sat on the ground – I've been doing nothing but stand around the whole time. Plus, I'm useless with technology, so I'm no help there.
So for the time, I kept an eye out for whatever's weird. It was boring, sure but… what use do I have here? And from my initial observation, Simmons seems…terrified of me. But why? I didn't do a thing to him, did I?
…Well, other than shooting that sniper rifle from his hand. And that's just it.
Again, though, I don't have a mean bone in my body, so I won't pester him…too much. I don't know; I can't predict the future.
Still though, Wyoming would be coming along to try to kill Tucker at first and then go missing for a while. I feel kind of bad for Phil…
Poor Phil.
Still… since this is real, how graphic would Mikey be when he beats the crap out of the Reds and Blues of Battle Creek? I mean, somehow they revive themselves when they listen to Reveille and kill each other for the hell of it. A cycle of death and rebirth…what the hell are they phoenixes? Not to mention that they're more stupid than some of the guys in Blood Gulch.
…Though, in general, most of them are dumb.
"Hey, uh… Blue Girl!" Blue Girl? Why that-!
I held back a sigh as I sat up and looked over at Simmons. "What do you want?" I asked – and my tone sounded annoyed.
Of course, he ignored me. That was fine, I got used to it- He held up two wires. "Okay, I just need you to hold these together for a while, I'm going to try something."
I blinked but did as I was told. "Uh… okay, but what are you…?"
The image from the teleporter showed up-
"Jesus H Christ!" I yelped out as we saw Mikey's rampage… and it was actually…horrifying.
In the show, he just punches a few people before snagging a sniper rifle to shot the others in a line… but this… This is…
God, and here I thought Elfen Lied is gruesome at scenes like this.
It's just… too horrifying to describe.
"…stavo! What's…ing on do… e?" I heard a voice cracking through the portal…and sure enough, it focused on Sarge (who is probably just as horrified as I was).
"Sarge, Caboose, can you hear me?" Simmons called out into the portal.
Sarge turned to us. "Simmons 2.0?"
"Yes, it's me, Sir," Simmons nodded. "I reconfigured the teleporter to allow me to communicate with you."
Sarge looked over at me for a moment and back at him. "Did the Blue do anything to you?"
"Well… no," Simmons said. "She left me alone for the most part."
"Uh huh…"
"Anyways, I need to get you guys outta there."
"Damn right we need to get out of here!"
"Okay, just get to the nearest teleporter and I'll see what I can do from here," Simmons said.
Sarge stared at him and at the direction of the Battle Creek Blue Base and back at him. "Goddammit…" He grumbled. He then sighed. "Okay, see if you can do it at the Blue Base. It's nearer."
"O…kay…" Simmons let out slowly, "I'll see what I can do."
"Okay."
"And Sarge?" Seriously Simmons?
"Yeah?"
"It's really great to see you again," he said, sounding relieved.
"Oh kiss my ass some other time," Sarge said, sounding annoyed.
"Whatever you say, Sir," Simmons nodded obediently before Sarge quickly left.
I looked over at Simmons as he began to quickly (yet carefully) set up the teleporter. "…You do realize we've been separated for a couple of hours, right?"
"Shut up and help me," Simmons said, annoyed (at least he isn't stuttering).
"Uh… sure," I let out. Oh shit. "What do I do?"
"Keep holding those wires," he said. Oh thank god…
"Okay," I nodded.
"Hurry up, Simmons!" Sarge exclaimed from the teleporter (which has both Sarge and Caboose on the other side).
"Just give me a few more seconds over here, Sarge," the maroon man said.
"We don't have a few more seconds!" Sarge shouted.
"Stop pressuring me!" Simmons whined. "I rely on you for love and support!"
Bad choice, I thought in boredom.
I watched Simmons as he quickly worked and then shouted, "Okay, there, come through now!"
"Huh-?" I let out before Mikey came through, followed by Sarge (who was pushing him through) and they both tripped over Simmons and crashed into me. The floor was not comfortable…especially if you got three men on you.
"Urgh… Get off!" I managed to get out, as I tried to shove one of them off me. Keyword tried – my arm strength is still pathetic.
Fortunately, the three men got off of me and sat on the floor, leaving me groaning.
"Simmons, you get an 'F' in efficiency," I hear Sarge scowl at Simmons for a moment, then added, impressed, "But I have to give you an A+ in dramatic timing."
I pushed myself up and I blinked when I noticed the faces of the Reds for the first time. Sarge has black hair greying in some areas, parts of his face rugged like my dad's after shaving, and he has grey eyes. Simmons, meanwhile, has some a bit of an orange color for hair (strawberry blonde?) and… parts of him looked like they were taken and replaced by robotic parts, like that cybernetic red eye on his left and a green eye on the right.
Simmons, however, is a bit paler than Sarge (who has a tan like Frankie). Makes me wonder how dark Grif is.
Mikey then got up. "What happened?" He asked (and his voice sounded hoarse). "The last thing I remember was a very mean kitten…" he looked around as Sarge and I stared at him. "And now we're in the janitor's closet-" He coughed a bit. "And now my throat hurts… a lot…"
"Uh… you were probably dreaming, Mikey," I slowly said. "Just… wait for a bit until we can get you some water, okay?"
"Okay."
"What was that weird place, Sarge?"
"Simmons, I have absolutely no idea," Sarge replied before we all stood up. "C'mon, I don't want to be anywhere near that damn thing!" With that, we were gently shoved away from the teleporter and towards another direction.
~o~
I sat away from the Reds and Mikey for a while, letting things run their course as I sat on a nearby wall. I'm relieved that Sarge and Mikey are okay… but I'm still kind of worried for the others.
Church and Grif are captured by the Reds of Sidewinder, and meanwhile, Frankie, Lav and Tex are still at Blood Gulch – I'm glad that Lav is okay (but the blast still hurts like a bitch) but now he's probably has Wyoming on his ass. But… there are a few things I need to figure out.
I'll admit, I have my own theories about what may have happened during the time when Project Freelancer went to hell, and before the Blood Gulch Chronicles…but there are a couple of things that I don't know as well. How long has Wash been in rehab (or interrogated) after the Epsilon incident; did Tex really kill all of the Blues at Sidewinder; and how long as the men been in that canyon?
It's not like I can come up to Sarge and ask – he doesn't trust me because, and I quote, 'You are a stinkin' Blue! I'd rather get ate up by a Brute than be buddies!'
…Not exactly how I would phrase Sarge, but I think that's the general idea on his, um, mindset.
But, to be honest, I'm a bit terrified of what could happen next. There's no way that Church can stop the explosion (no matter how many clones he has) and there's the factor that all of us could be badly hurt by the explosion. Even with this armor, I'll bet that even they can be damaged very badly. Even with the energy shields around them.
In the show, the men are moved to Sandtrap to find an energy signature, but they all believed that they were blasted into the future (hah) and moved to another area. It's not like we would have the requirements on getting that Monitor, but… why would I help Project Freelancer? It was the Director's fault that everything had gone to hell… but, on the other hand, I also pity the man.
Still… why do I feel as if something isn't right? I know that the project had done some shady things but-
Out of my peripheral vision, I saw something flash. "Hm?"
I looked over at the source. It seemed to be…coming from that corridor. I looked back at the three men (who seemed to still be talking) before I stood up to investigate.
As I walked, I followed the light that seemed to be getting brighter by the second. Either it means I'm getting pretty close, or…something's happening. I don't know what. I got out of the corridor, where the light seemed to be the strongest-
My heart started to pound, and I quickly stayed behind the corner, slightly peeking out. The teleporter is sparking and glowing and… I don't know why but I feel terrified for some reason. I stood back to watch the teleporter as it continued to do its…weirdness-
"Erica?"
I screamed and turned-
Mikey tilted his head as Simmons fell back in surprise and Sarge jumped. "What are you doing?"
I panted a bit to calm my heart but… I feel a bit hysterical. "Guys, what the fuck are you doing here?" I whispered.
"Caboose saw you leavin' a bit ago," Sarge answered.
"He said that you have a habit of leaving for a while," Simmons added. He tilted his head. "What's that about?"
"Guys, shush!" I hissed.
"Why are we whispering?" Mikey asked in a loud whisper.
Simmons looked behind me. "And what's up with the portal?"
"It must be Donut!" Sarge let out. "He must've fixed up the teleporter! Let's-"
I stood in front of him. "No! You can't go out there!"
"And why not?" Sarge asked me, suspiciously.
I…don't really have an answer. But… I have a pretty bad sense of dread in me if we go into the room. "I…I just have a bad feeling," I said. "I can't really explain it, but-"
"Listen little lady, it'll be a cold day in hell if I ever listen to the advice from a Blue," Sarge cut me off. "So I ain't starting now to-"
"Uh oh," Mikey suddenly let out before he pushed us all back into the corridor. We all gave startled yelps at that, and I was about to ask what' up…until I noticed how intense the teleporter had gotten.
"Uh… something tells me that it isn't Donut, sir," Simmons nervously said.
"Hmm… I see your point," Sarge conceded.
And just when I think that the teleporter might explode – I dunno if it's possible to happen, but with all of that electricity… Yeah – from all of the electricity and the light wouldn't get more intense, forcing us to cover our eyes and I unconsciously braced myself…
…And nothing happened.
I opened my eyes. The teleporter looked…okay. Like what we just witnessed didn't occur at all.
"…Well that was… uh…," I trailed off, trying to find the word for it.
"Anti-climactic?" Simmons suggested.
"Yeah, that," I nodded. "I was kind of-"
Then it flashed again.
"Oh, spoke too soon," I said before…someone emerged.
…Who the hell is that?
The person has red armor on, but the helmet is different… and they have black accents on the armor. The person looked around a bit, with an odd gun and something clipped to their hip. Soon, they lowered their stance with a grunt.
"…Who's that?" Simmons whispered to us.
"No idea…" I looked over at Sarge. Huh…even he is on edge with this person, despite the person have red colored armor.
The person removed their helmet. It was… a woman with long, wavy red hair and…amber eyes? Well, whoever she is, she looked… gorgeous; in an odd kind of way, I guess. She flicked her hair back before she pressed something on her wrist after putting away her weapon. A screen of sorts appeared, and some sort of…stuff appeared. She pressed a few things on the holo-screen. "Hmm… it seems I can't get a connection in here," she murmured. "Something in this place must have an odd effect on electronics…" she let out a sigh. "Then I'll have to look for Zero somewhere in here. She left with the maroon simulation trooper, so it shouldn't be too hard…"
She placed her helmet back on before she went down the corridor opposite of us. Once we were sure she's gone, we stepped out. "Who…was that?" I asked, completely unnerved.
Sarge grunted in thought. "Well… it's fairly obvious that she's not a Red," he said.
Even Mikey looked over at him in surprise. "What makes you say that, Sarge?" Simmons pretty much took the words out of my mouth.
"I can feel that aura radiating off of her," Sarge said, and- holy shit, he's freakin' serious. "The unpleasant aura that I would usually feel whenever I face the aliens back in my days of war."
"You mean when you were an ODST?" Simmons asked him.
"Yes," Sarge nodded. "She could be just as, or more, dangerous than that woman in black armor."
I felt as if my blood is ice. Someone… more dangerous than Tex? That is… "Oh my God…"
Sarge turned to Simmons. "Simmons, we need to find that other armor, stat!" He said. "We know where the other is, so get ready to prep the teleporter once we find the other one."
I blinked at him. So they already found out that the listening device is in the robot Tex is in? So-
Oh dear God.
I opened my mouth to warn them- until I saw Mikey holding onto the remote control with one button pressed in already… and the other button is…
"Yay! More button pushing!" Mikey cheered.
"Caboose don't touch that!" Simmons called out. When did he get it?
"This is the button to find Church!" The blue soldier exclaimed.
"Mikey, wait don't-!" I called out- but he pressed it. Oh shit.
"Uh oh," Sarge just said.
Oh shit.
"Did he just do what I think he did?" Simmons asked.
Shit.
"Church is going to be so happy with me!" Mikey, completely oblivious to our worry, beamed.
I palmed my face. Just… great.
"This… will not end well…" I muttered. I'm not looking forward to Sidewinder.
I felt eyes on me before Simmons said, "It looks like the signal is coming from… Sidewinder."
"Sidewinder? Why I haven't been there since… ever," Sarge said.
Well, there has been hints but… ah, fuck it. I just want to get this other with.
I looked over at Simmons, tired. "Can you get a portal to Sidewinder ready? I don't want to hang around here any longer." I looked back. "Especially with…her around."
Sarge grunted.
"Okay, but let's get away from here first," Simmons said.
"Okay men," Sarge said then looked at me and Mikey, "and Blues, let's go."
"Okay," we both said.
As we began to quietly leave the chamber, I looked back at where we spotted that woman. I replayed what she said in my head. She's looking for Zero…
Zero…
I jerked. Wait.
"She left with the maroon simulation trooper, so it shouldn't be too hard to find…"
Maroon… that's Simmons. And I have a tattoo on my shoulder with the number zeros.
Then… does that mean…
She's looking for me?
Why?
She doesn't look like a Freelancer – something told me she isn't. Tex replaced Carolina as number one in the leader board, and Sarge said that the woman is probably just as or more dangerous than Tex.
If that's true then…
All of us are screwed.
I'm glad that my helmet is on – I think my face had gone pale and I don't want the others to see that.
Hopefully, we won't run into her again once we're at Sidewinder.
…But why do I feel as if our troubles have just begun?
Hmmm.. why indeed? Season 13 is coming soon. ... I'm not sure if I'm ready for it.
And seriously, what am I going to call Simmons? I know what I'm going to call Grif, but why is coming up with a nickname for Simmons so complicated? I need help - give me suggestions you guys! Preferably in a private message.
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