Summary: The boss learns about Matt's adverse reaction and decides to find out what went wrong. His behavior suggests that, yet again, Remy's botched things up. She attempts to remedy the situation just before rescuing Benjamin King.
a/n: TY Chy! Look it's a tiny poem of appreciation.
Free to be
08 Redress
-1-
The upbeat snap of the snare drum was reinforced by the almost playful riffs on the guitar. Upon entering the simulation Ahsa ignored the boss' current music choice as she checked the hub to find the other woman's precise location. She did not know Steelport all that well, though she had studying a map Matt had generated for her. The blues that pulsed all around her was something that the spy could ignore, and she would not mention it. Pierce was the only person that seemed stupid enough to give the boss a hard time about her musical choices. Over the handful of days she had been on the ship, Odekar had noticed that Remy rarely listened to the same type of music when she worked; every time Asha had been in the simulation the president was playing something different. The variance suggested an eclectic taste that the spy would not have attributed to the lithe blonde.
The senior MI-6 agent was becoming more used to the nature of their situation. The simulation was a construction, as were the people, including the young man she unceremoniously yanked off the back of a motorcycle. He yelled at her, threatening her with retaliation she assumed, but Asha could not hear him over the whine of the engine as she headed out of the park.
McGinnis was on the northwestern island dealing with a rogue program. Asha assumed it was likely in the area of the patrol she had requested assistance with. The spy tried not to worry about Matt but it was always a feat easier suggested than actually accomplished. After seven years of working together, she felt a strong connection to the kid. She could not help still thinking of him as such, because even despite his field experience he occasionally still made rookie mistakes. But he was one of, if not the best field specialists in the service.
Her mind stalled on that thought. She could feel her brow knit in consternation. Now, for sure, he's the best, she thought trying to laugh away the sudden tightness creeping around her chest like a vice. It only took a few handfuls of seconds for the seasoned operative to lockdown the moment of emotion. Detached. Focused. Ready to work.
"Kinzie, where the fuck is Asha?" the boss grumbled.
"ETA, three minutes," the spy replied. It was easier to reply directly than participate in the silly back and forth.
"Good to know, since I'm being pinned down by an army of sex dolls. Anyone want to explain what the fuck is going on with these targets?"
Kinzie's voice echoed through the alley Asha sped down in hopes it would turn out to be a short cut. "Not much to explain really. It just chooses random people or objects from your memory and sets them loose to give you problems. Guess you really hated that trip into the Decker UseNet," Kinzie added as an aside.
"Gee, ya think?" Remy replied sharply.
There was silence for a short time. Asha concentrated on the route.
"So, you're saying this thing could dig up anyone from our pasts, or just mine, or what?" the boss finally asked again. There was a new calm to her voice that suggested to Asha that the issue had been dealt with, or that it was at least under control.
"From yours certainly. Not sure about the other option."
"Don't worry. The first one is more than bad enough."
Asha knew the boss was right. From the little she had learned about the president, her past was filled with characters that most people would not want to meet once. Of course that was one of the things Odekar knew they shared, an unusual past brimming with colorful characters no one would want to meet again. The possibility that everyone's memories could come back to literally seek revenge from beyond the grave was a bit trying to contemplate.
When she turned onto the street, the agent saw Remy tucked behind a car reloading a shotgun while several inflatable sex dolls ran about on fire. The rules of physics were virtually null and void here and strangely none of them were melting. The boss did not notice the spy's arrival, or so Asha assumed when the woman hopped onto the hood, froze several of the targets, and started firing off shells.
A little grin curled the corners of Asha's lips. "Certainly is an efficient method," she observed before joining the blonde who seemed rather focused on her task.
Odekar did not take the extra second to drop the kickstand on the bike. She just let it fall where it stopped. The sound of her SMG, drew the attention of the boss and her shotgun, but the tension in McGinnis' brow faded quickly with recognition.
"The target is in the middle of all this. Giving birth to itself. Then there's those goddamn portals," the shorter woman growled as she explained the situation. "You feel up for being a decoy?"
"Wouldn't be the first time."
"I'm sure."
It happened more quickly than Asha expected. She had almost forgotten how efficient McGinnis could be in combat situations. She knew her weapons and chose the right ones for each task; and her tactics, though on the reckless side, were quite successful. There was not a whole lot of time for observation once Odekar sprayed the writhing mass of squeaking sex dolls with a wide triangle of death. At that point, her attention was fairly fixed. But once Remy finished off the target, the boss helped the operative dispatch the others in devastating fashion.
"You really do find some of the most curious fights," Asha offered, checking her clip. The two approached the sidewalk as the targets began digitally disintegrating after a handful of moments. It really was a little strange to see. The street showed no signs of the massive slaughter that had just occurred. People were milling past them once again, totally oblivious. That was still a little jarring.
The boss shrugged one shoulder, tilting her head slightly with the motion. "Well, you know me. I like to keep things interesting."
The two shared a quick laugh before Remy commandeered a vehicle for the pair of them, rather than bailing on Asha at a pace the Brit would not be able to match. It was one of those caveats she had found the boss made for her associates who, as yet, had not been able to find a way to adjust their coding, though Matt and Kinzie were actively seeking a solution to that discrepancy. Given the unexpected amount of ammunition that was used, the pair managed to agree on a quick stop to replenish ammo before tackling the Zin patrols the boss had her eye on.
Asha was fine in combat. It was when the gunfire ended that the other parts of her brain started back up. Her fingers absently drummed on the side of the door where her arm rested, while she chewed at the inside of her cheek. Matt usually let things slide easily. Besides that Asha had nearly gotten him to the point that he was a master at keeping things under wraps. She could not decide what could have him upset enough to let it break the surface.
When the music stopped, the spy turned her head and found McGinnis leaning on the steering wheel and staring at her. "You good?"
"Yeah. Of course."
The little raise of the eyebrows, suggested the gang leader did not buy it, but then that was another thing she had learned about the woman recently. She would not push. Asha wondered if it was something akin to professional courtesy. I won't ask you about your issues, so you can't inquire about mine. It was a sentiment Asha could relate to.
Uncertain quite how long they had been sitting outside the Friendly Fire, Asha shook her head in an attempt to clear it. She wondered just how distracted she had been by all this. But she could not really question Matt's mood that much. The earth had been destroyed and there were only a handful of conscious humans remaining. Her partner was a little more soft-hearted than he usually let on. She had found that he could take an immense amount of punishment and slough it off, to a point. But too often in the end it always seemed to hit him, and then he was usually hardest on himself even if there was no cause to be.
Add to his nature, the fact that this situation was so far beyond anything his field experience or training could ever prepare him for, and his earlier response set Odekar on edge. The first few days she had been on the ship, he seemed to be handling things all right. At that moment she knew she would have to try and weasel the reason for his stark change out of him.
-2-
The session in the simulation wound up being a bit of a marathon. Remy planned on a four-hour stint, but her own distraction made everything take longer. The request to have Asha join her was because they had located a few patrols that were rather dug in. Which meant Remy would need more than a shotgun and a smile. While the pair secured the position and dealt with the security response, Odekar mentioned her run in with Matt, who looked at bit "narked" as the spy put it. After explaining that she meant the hacker seemed to be in a bad mood, the boss' mind started to deviate from her task. There were always more Zin to run down, so the petite blonde tried to put the other woman's concerns out of her mind. Even so, Remy could not keep her thoughts entirely focused on the matter at hand.
To the boss, Matt had seemed normally post-coital when she left the bay-a lazy grin paired with that sweet soft look in his eyes that made her want to keep kissing him. But if what Asha said was true, McGinnis knew she must have misconstrued the situation. The worry that had prompted her to push him away initially sprang up again. Had she been so wrapped up in what she wanted that she pushed him? Had she taken advantage?
According to Odekar, he seemed upset before she joined the boss in the sim, scowling and responding to his partner's inquiries with sharp clipped responses. Short replies were not Matt's usual MO in almost any conversation. And Asha had known him much longer than Remy, so the boss trusted the other woman's read on the young man more than her own.
It was then that the blonde resolved to check on him when her work inside the simulation was complete. It was her way of compromising with herself in hopes that her focus would return; it was marginally successful. She told herself she would make an attempt to feel out the hacker's reaction to their encounter. Not knowing quite how to define what had happened in the bay that was the term Remy used as she tried to classify it. As time dragged on, after Asha's revelation, she felt more and more like the big bad wolf who had preyed on little blue riding hood in the woods.
After Asha darted off to do a little recon, Remy headed for the nearest door as she tried to recall if she had done anything intimidating, anything that might have made him feel coerced. Remy tugged the elastic out of her hair and ran her fingers along her scalp. As she walked, actually walked, toward the nearest door, she replayed the things that led up to him kissing her, and after. But nothing. There was nothing that she could pinpoint that suggested she misjudged him, though she clearly must have.
The boss rather hoped Asha's plans to hang about in the sim for a bit and run a little reconnaissance meant that Remy might wind up with a few minutes to find out precisely what had Matt on edge. This type of reaction was precisely one of the things she had been afraid would happen with Miller. It was one of the myriad of reasons she had avoided approaching him before the Earth had been destroyed. But Matt Miller had changed a lot since their confrontation in Steelport. And since the attack. They all had.
Kinzie looked up at her and stretched, trying to cover a large yawn, as Remy stepped out of the machine. The boss merely offered her friend a cursory nod before she walked out of the room and down the stairs. Remy took her time. Though her intentions were clear in her own head, she did not rush toward this task. She did not pry into people's heads or lives, because she preferred to avoid anyone returning the favor. So, gradually, she made her way to the back of the ship. Her target was leaning over the monitor he had setup in the cargo bay when she entered.
Just in case Asha's assessment was dead on, Remy stopped just inside the door and knocked on the bulkhead lightly. The scowl Matt turned on her seemed to back up the other agent's assessment of the situation; then his face softened with recognition of who had invaded his space. The reprieve from the frown was only momentary; it returned quickly, like a shield he was putting up. McGinnis knew it on sight, because she was a master at that tactic, but her shields of choice were a cocksure attitude and an icily cold shoulder.
There was one certainty. His reaction suggested that she had indeed managed to royally fuck things up. Again, she thought, crossing the space and plopping down on the sofa. Miller was doing a damned fine job of ignoring her, at least until she picked up his handheld and inspected it for a moment before he snatched it out of her hands and laid it on the station in front of him. In a way the response was not unexpected, Matt had always been protective of his tech. So the reaction was not particularly telling.
Remy crossed her arms in her lap and studied him for a few minutes. His eyes darted about nervously, though their track was limited to the handful of objects in front of him: console, handheld, input devices, and his own hands. There was no rhythm to the movement, it looked random, but he was attempting to appear thoroughly engrossed. She was not fooled because he had not typed one keystroke since she walked in. His hands merely lay lightly on the keyboard.
"Asha's concerned," she stated calmly, not able to admit her own consideration for the hacker, especially given his current behavior toward her. She was nearly positive that type of revelation might just make things worse.
"She doesn't need to be."
"She doesn't?" Remy replied, leaning back and lacing her fingers behind her head as she stretched her legs and crossed her ankles. "From where I'm sitting, her worry seems quite valid."
He let out a long breath as he focused on whatever he was not doing.
After a long few moments of silence Remy opted to try to go for a different approach. If he was indeed troubled over what happened, she thought nonchalant might be the best avenue to make things seem less weighty. "Matt, if I did something that made you-"
"Look!" he all but yelled. Remy straightened a little at the emotion etched in his face. He took another breath and his voice was a little calmer when he spoke up again. "It's fine. I get it. I'm the only safe one on the ship. It was daft of me to think-"
"Wait! What?" she interrupted, leaning forward and holding her hand up at him. "You think you're a safe choice?" Her laughter was hard to hold back, but it made him look at her at least. She ran her hand over her forehead. "Jesus, Matt. You are the most incautious choice on board. Even Kinzie is safer, and she'd probably put me in traction."
Electric blue eyes moved from her to the screen and back again, seemingly apprehensive about looking at her for too long. The silence stretched uncomfortably as he considered her statement decrying her recklessness. Remy's mind raced with all the things she thought he might want to hear, maybe he needed to hear some of them, but she could not convince herself to voice them. Deep down she also knew why she could not do so.
It was as simple as a single word-fear. The people she admitted to caring about always died. The people she wanted or needed the most in her life were the ones she lost. First her mother, followed by her father and brother. And when she was left with only one person that she felt knew her, one person she needed, one person she could always go to without concern, even he was taken from her.
After her brother died, she kept everyone at arm's length. Johnny was different, she had known him since before her mother died. He was the keeper of the key to her skeleton closet. He was the last person she trusted completely, the last person she let into her dark little twisted world. After the plane, Remy locked up tight. There had only been one time since her best friend's death that she felt the temptation to get near someone again, and that had been in Prague.
Her fingertips were still pressing at the worried creases of her forehead when the silence broke again.
"Then why?" he asked, giving voice to a question she did not know if she had the complete answer to. "Why me?"
It was a question she had tried to answer many times over the past few years, but she could not pinpoint a reason or even a group of them. In too many ways he seemed like the worst choice. The attempts on her life, the fact that he had been sixteen when she met him-that one still hung her up a little, even though the attraction had not come until much later. He was twenty-one when they worked together in the Czech Republic, when she kissed him. The first time, she let him trip her up.
It was easy to hide her personal fears behind other reasons. He had been part of the Syndicate. He had gone after her and her people. Then there the political ramifications that she hid behind to try to keep some additional distance between them. More than any of these it was dread that came with the thought of losing someone else important to her that kept her at bay all this time. If he was just another MI-6 agent, just some hacker, then it was fine. He'd be fine.
In the end, her attempts to keep her feelings in check had been all for naught. Somehow, the tall, lanky keyboard jockey had managed to fascinate her in a way she could not recall anyone doing. Matt Miller haunted her thoughts. No matter how she tried, Remy could not forget that dance to Bach's Air On the G String or that foolish decision to kiss him. She even stopped watching Nyte Blayde with Pierce because it reminded her of their conversations during those overlong nights in that cursed surveillance van, when he would tell her about the show, his ideas, his theories. Perhaps Matt was a better spy than anyone gave him credit for, he had managed to sneak past Remy's barriers. Or maybe that was a tribute to his skills as a hacker; she did not know which would be most fitting.
Remy stood and closed the little bit of distance between them. Her fingertips skated along the edge of the monitor for a moment. His eyes met hers, and she decided to do something the boss did not do. So many things in her life were lies, partial truths, carefully-designed constructions meant to perpetuate the myth that fit the leader of the Saints. But there in that moment, McGinnis let the façade drop, even if only for a moment.
"Because it's what I wanted," the woman said; her voice soft, giving him as honest an answer as she could muster.
The question raised by her response knitted his brow.
A part of her wanted to answer the unspoken query. A part of her wanted to tell him, flat out, that she wanted him, and had for some time. But even she could not climb over the walls she built up over the years. The best she could do in that moment was telegraph out a sliver of the truth. The lack of certainty in his gaze and the way he could not look at her for more than a few seconds at a time, suggested she may have indeed overstepped the bounds of propriety, and that her attempt to reach out was too little too late. So, she bit the bullet.
Her first two fingers tapped a few times against the cool metal of the stand Matt had turned into a remote workstation, while she chewed at the inside of her cheek trying to decide quite the correct way to word the escape route she was giving both of them. Strangely, it did not feel like an escape for her, and she knew why. With a slow deep breath, she stomped everything back down-the shrill taunting voice in her head, the emptiness that was so familiar to her. Remy ignored it all and tried not to read him as his eyes darted back to her.
"But you don't have to worry about it, Matt. I'll back off." Remy said in a voice she hoped sounded calm and even. Though she felt anything but when she turned and started toward the door.
Her hand was on the control panel of the door when his sudden response came. His voice was quiet, overly timid. Combined with the speed with which he spoke and the wariness of the tone, the question felt like a frenzied reaction. "What if I don't want that?"
Remy balled her fists, wishing to hell he had not said it. It was so much easier to chalk this up to a mistake that she could just sweep under a rock. That question held more pain than promise for the boss. Because while it was frightening to take that step away from the one she had denied herself for so long and it was painful to think that she had screwed it up so easily, before it even had a chance to be a thing. She knew it would be worse to drag it out. Ripping off a band aid was easier if it was done fast. The pain was sharp and blinding but over in an instant.
That question was akin to easing the tape off the skin, slow, torturous-a lingering pain comprised of both the sharp and searing hurt as well as a dull ache that would to intensify it all. Remy preferred her pain quick, but she was only rarely that lucky.
Her eyes rose to the juncture of the walkway above her and the bulkhead. McGinnis could not decide why he wanted to do this to either of them. Maybe he does not realize, she thought. With a glance over her shoulder at him, the boss was fairly certain the he was wholly unaware of any investment on her part. What made it worse was that she knew she could not correct it, not now. Matt hunched over his console and stared at the screen for quite a while before meeting her gaze.
Yeah, he has no clue. Probably better that way. The two of them did not look away from one another for a long time, each trying to get a solid read on the other. From what she could see, he was nervous and nowhere near as sure as he had been nine hours ago when he kissed her, or when the subtle tug at her leg encouraged her to go farther than she should have allowed.
Whether he knew what he wanted or not, Remy decided that she was sure. She had known before he kissed her. Despite her own certainty, the boss was not one to push people into situations like this, so she merely offered him a handhold that he could take if he decided he wanted it.
"If it's what you want, the all you have to do is say so," Remy responded finally.
His vibrant eyes were on her again. The disbelief made her shiver. Then he stared at the small workstation he was holding onto tightly.
"I … I don't think I want you to back off," he said after a few moments.
Goddamnit Matt. Lingering hope or lingering doubt, neither were something Remy really wanted to deal with any more of. She had already pushed herself through that once with her own foolish reaction to Shaundi's plane. The idea of having this looming over her too was crushing.
Remy set her hand on the panel by the door. "Let me know when you're sure," the boss said before she walked out of the bay.
She did not know what more she could do, or what more she should do. This was outside of her comfort zone. Even if she had not really thought about what this was or could be.
Basically since shortly after her canonization Remy had very nearly sworn off relationships. After the last guy she dated, with anything akin to regularity, tried to save her from the life she had chosen, she pretty much wrote off all relationships. She had enough on her plate without having to deal with someone that could not deal with the insanity of who she was. With that thought she could not help but wonder why she left the opening when she could have saved Matt and herself the wasted time and effort. Her world was no place anyone should be subjected to.
Remy was the boss, it was just the way things were. And the way her life had played out, all the people she lost, she did not put a lot of stock in connection. Though, at that moment, she was being haunted by an overwhelming desire for just that. With everything destroyed, with everyone gone, there was a growing part of her that did not want to just continue on in the same removed existence.
As she leaned against the doorway of what she could only term the play room, McGinnis crossed her arms and watched Pierce and Shaundi giggle and howl over a card game. If she had to guess she would have thought it was Battle. Remy tried not to react when she heard Asha call out to the young man the boss had just abandoned in the cargo bay. But there was a part of her that needed to know more than she needed to keep up a stoic appearance. The glance over her shoulder turned her full circle following Asha's progress across the deck toward the hacker standing in the open doorway of the bay.
"Boss!" Kinzie's voice froze everyone. "The cipher's ready."
Clinching her jaw, Remy turned away again and trotted up the stairs. It was yet another reason, she thought, that he should rethink her offer. She could still fail.
-3-
The simulation room had only been this full, relatively, the first few times Remy went into the prisons. Miller was always there, though, tracking readings and outputs, running data from the other simulations to compare against Remy's. Keith loomed when she went into the device. Shaundi hovered from time to time, usually once Remy located the target. When things looked fine, she would leave again. But everyone was gathered this time around.
Kinzie could not help but wonder if anyone else was as fascinated about this retrieval as she was. She had done a fair amount of research into the Saints after joining and she knew that the boss, before they were the boss, had gone up against King and his gang in the area she grew up in. There were a lot of things about this period and about all of her time in Stilwater that Remy did not discuss. It was among a plethora of things she would not talk about-well with Remy things took on a larger connotation. Pretty much anything to do with Stilwater was one such thing-it did not matter if it was family, the city, the Saints, her life-Stilwater was off limits. As was the Syndicate bank job.
The press secretary understood it; mainly because she had snooped in depth after the first time she asked about the boss about how she got involved with the Saints. Kinzie had asked a few too many questions, even after the boss' comparatively polite declinations. Her pushing resulted in a fairly typical McGinnis response. Remy had shown a great deal of patience with Kensington during that first little inquisition. But once someone who respects you lays their gun in their lap and flips off the safety, while staring at you with the sharp eyes that remind you precisely why people stopped tracking her body count, you shut the fuck up and stop asking those types of questions.
Shaundi and Pierce had a little more leeway to talk about things from the past, but even they would not broach topics from before the explosion. Kinzie hazarded a guess that maybe Johnny Gat had been the only one who had the ability to bring up things from that time, but judging from what the agent had scrounged up about him, it was highly unlikely. He seemed more aloof than Remy could be. Someone that had been an efficient enforcer for that many years did not strike her as much of a talker.
When Kinzie kicked off the deck to scoot to the next station, her chair hit Pierce's foot.
"Damn, girl. A little warning," he howled.
"How about you step back so I can do my job?" Kinzie barked. She did not like having this many people in her workspace. Though she could not fault their curiosity, she just wished that Pierce and Shaundi would not hover. Why can't they be more like Keith and Asha? Both of whom were leaning against the wall near the door, chatting quietly as they observed from afar.
"You know Kinzie doesn't like people in her space," Shaundi scolded in a whisper.
"I just wanted to see what was going on. Shit."
"Nothing's going on yet," Matt offered for the peanut gallery. "She should be loading into his simulation any minute."
Kinzie glanced across the circle of consoles at them. Shaundi leaned over Matt, eyes glued to the graphical feed. "Damn, I forgot what that place looked like before Ultor moved in. That's the church. I'd only ever been in there after they renovated it," the Saints lieutenant sighed as her hand moved toward the screen like she wanted to somehow reach out and reclaim some part of the past.
"I think I remember getting shot here once," Remy noted in a wholly absent tone.
Kinzie snorted derisively when the thought entered her head. "That could probably be a really long tour. Is there a place you couldn't describe by those terms, boss?"
"Hey now! I've only been shot like a dozen times."
"Twenty-nine, before she was elected," Pierce corrected nonchalantly. "And that's only since I got canonized."
"And I stopped counting after the attack," Kinzie noted with a little laugh.
"Yeah? Well. Fuck you both," Remy barked.
The three actual Saints chuckled lightly at the boss' go to shut-the-hell-up response. Then Kinzie began the explanation that CID had worked up from his deciphering of the code. From the AI's description Ben King's virtual prison was the most straightforward of all the ones Remy had seen. He was holed up in the church, under siege by his own former gang. Two of his lieutenants-Tanya and Tony were gunning for him.
By Kinzie's estimation the boss should be in and out in five minutes or less. This situation was one with which Remy McGinnis was too intimately familiar. The computer genius guessed the petite gang leader could do this in her sleep. The maniacal cackle that rang through the room only seemed to be further confirmation. With a glance at another console showing the feed, Kinzie stifled a giggle at Remy's big league swing as the bat connected with the sternum of a rather large man in bright yellow.
"Oh, ouch," Pierce crooned with a sharp wince.
Remy held the bat over her head and pulled it straight down. Every man in the room winced as the wooden bat connected with its target.
"Nice shot, boss," Shaundi opined, touching the mic control on the console.
"Thanks, sweetie," the boss replied, the effort clear in the momentary strain in her voice as she hit another man with the patriotic-looking baseball bat.
Within a matter of minutes, Remy was standing in the center of a ring of unconscious yellow-clad thugs. As she walked past one who was still writhing, she ended the pitiful, pained sound with the swift movement of her thick boot.
"Looks like you haven't lost your swing," Pierce noted.
"It's all those trips to the batting cage," Remy chided, taking another swing at nothing. "Kinzie, where's King?"
"I've got his signal somewhere in the church," the redhead replied after consulting the code again.
"Damn. It's been a long time since I've seen that place."
There was something in the boss' voice that Kinzie could not ignore. It was not characteristic of the woman Kensington knew quite well. If she had to guess, it sounded almost pensive.
"It's only been like fifteen years."
"Shit! It feels like forever ago," the boss noted as she crouched next to one of the bodies. After tucking the pistol in the waistband of her jeans, Remy picked up the shotgun then set off toward the Third Street Church.
The squealing tires drew all attention back to the monitors, but their concern was quickly alleviated. And after running off Tanya, Remy quickly located her Chief of Staff. With that, Kinzie slid back over to a coded console and started working on the extract, at least until Remy's reply echoed through her brain.
"Are you ready to leave yet, Ben?" Remy asked.
"Hell, no!"
Kinzie growled as she punched down the mute button, so her diatribe would go unheard by the shorter woman in the simulation. "Goddamnit," she yelled. After a moment of silence her voice was much lower in volume, though Kinzie spoke quite quickly. "This is not the time to screw around. We have King. You don't need to fucking kill Tanya and Tony again. You need to get out of the stupid simulation so that we can get to Ben and get him back on the ship. We have to get a plan together. We have to finish hacking through the Zin network. This is a waste of time."
When Kinzie glanced up from the screen, she noticed everyone in the room was staring at her. "Oh, suck it!" she concluded and returned her attention to the pair in the simulation.
A rocket launcher, one armored vehicle, a gaggle of sunshines, and a hooker with the Hep later, King and Remy were at one another's throats. The boss seemed a little more than taken aback when she realized the entire crew was observing her fucked up trip down a warped memory lane. But the useless detour got McGinnis and King out of the sim, finally.