5) Wanted Dead or Alive- Bon Jovi
A/n: After they run from the freelancer base, it's kind of a creepy oneshot as to how Omega feels about Tex, because it ran away from me when I was writing it, and the other version sucked.
She brushed over her helmet carefully, barely touching the surface of the cold metal, until she found what she was looking for. She studied the small nub on the back of the helmet carefully. It blended with the other parts of the helmet rather well, except for the unusual amount of stress put on it from fighting so many had scraped away some of the paint, leaving it shiny and reflective, but still not that noticeable. Raising the hilt of her combat knife, she smashed it into the protrusion, cracking it slightly. Crushing it again, it shattered, the shards of glass- or whatever that materiel was-cutting her hand a bit.
Agent Texas grinned lethally, replacing the helmet over her fiery curls, the homing system now deactivated, crushed into smithereens.
Did you do it? demanded the cruel voice of Omega, echoing in her head.
"Yeah, I did it, don't get your panties in a twist, now." grumbled Tex, scowling at the inside of her visor, yes, the tracking was gone, but the damn AI was still there.
I heard that! exclaimed Omega haughtily, and I'll have you know that I'm in no way 'damned'.
"Great, that's perfect for you." remarked Tex sarcastically, rolling her eyes, and climbed into a warthog, starting it up quickly, and gunning it for all it was worth.
Yes, we must get away from here. the ruthless AI encouraged, thinking at first to Tex, then to himself, Yes, yes. Soon we shall be gone, and I will be the only one in charge,
Gazing at Ally from her own helmet, Omega saw emerald eyes, focused on driving through desert- like terrain; full lips, pursed in anger, and her pale forehead, crinkled with worry about the plan.
At least she finally got rid of that Church dolt, he smirked to himself, I'm the only AI she'll need, and together, she and I will do great things. No one can hurt her but me. He smiled maliciously, thinking about the future, when everything would be like the wasteland they were in right now. The plan was foolproof.