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Cynthia jolted awake to a loud alarm blaring throughout her dorm room. "Code red! This is Code Red!" She reached for her watch and reached a little too far, falling off her blue-themed bed to face plant on the carpet with a pained groan that lasted only a second as she heaved herself up into a pushup position and was about to jump to her feet when Holly's voice came over the intercom, her voice calm and levelheaded, but slightly frazzled at the same time. Her words made Cynthia drop back down, the warrior apparently not pleased about the prank.

"Ignore that everyone," Holly said as the alarm continued blaring, "Bree's on her way to fix it right now, Fin was just messing with the intercom again."

'Remind me to kill Fin later.' Leon mumbled to Cynthia mentally, his mental voice groggy, sleep ridden and disoriented. He was lying on his back on the floor, his legs tangled in his sport themed bedding. 'I was having a really good dream too…'

"Since you're all awake now," Holly continued briskly, over the loud alarm, "Those with level five through level ten rank clearance, report to Ivory's command room, level one through level four please report to your trainers and proceed with today's training. Personnel above rank ten may go back to their rooms and do as they please. Breanna Grayas, please come down to my command room and fix this alarm." The intercom shut off and Cynthia complained as her blankets fell off her bed down on top of her, but soon found the good side of the ordeal, the many blankets dimmed the shrieking alarm to a bearable hum.

'My ears are ringing,' Leon complained to his partner, not noticing how she was half asleep.

'It's quiet over here…' Cynthia replied in a groggy and sleepy voice, she was lying on her stomach mostly concealed under the blankets, her arms comfortably positioned near her shoulders, her face still pressed against the carpet, too lazy to turn her head. 'You can join me if you want.'

A moment later Leon popped up next to her, having wriggled in under the blankets as well, now lying on his back next to her, the muffled alarm not too much of a problem. 'Much better,' He mentally mumbled, tilting his head back to look at her, 'you look tired,' He chortled, the words slightly slurred from his own half asleep state, a little giddy.

Cynthia's reply was a little delayed as she debated about looking at him before doing so, sluggishly turning her head so her cheek was on the carpet and so she could see his face. 'Ditto.' She mumbled after studying his face for a minute and closing her eyes again.

'It's your fault we were up so late,' He insisted, closing his eyes as well and shifting into a more comfortable position.

'Go to sleep…' She mumbled, tuning him out and going back to sleep.

'Kay…' Leon replied, and neither warrior noticed the loud alarm shutting off a moment later, already asleep.

Unfortunately for them, a certain Wind transfer hadn't responded to Holly's orders and was still asleep in the flat room, so their silence and sleep could be considered as a six-minute nap as Holly's voice came over the intercom for their room only.

"Hannah Henderson, please report to my command room for your insubordination."

Hannah gave a complaining groan, but reluctantly showed she heard, "Roger, Holly."

'Please don't make me go with her, please don't make me go with her!' Cynthia inwardly begged her friend. Hannah had been in the base for two weeks now and Cynthia had avoided her like the plague, constantly training, on missions, or cooped up in her chemical lab. Usually, Leon followed her, trying to avoid Hannah as well. So far it had worked, neither of them had had any more than a short conversation with her, but escorting her to Holly's command room? That would be torture for the girl who couldn't stand her. She already shared a flat room with her, more options for getting to know her weren't an exciting prospect for her.

Luck wasn't on Cynthia's side today it seemed. "Cynthia, please guide Hannah there and where's Leon?"

Cynthia gave a dramatic groan, making her friend know that she was dreading this and pushed the blankets off of her head, getting to her hands and knees before sitting up. "Roger Holly, Leon's right here, do you want me to bring him with me?"

"Yes, Orion requires your presences in my command room with Hannah."

"Roger, we're on our way." Cynthia poked Leon in the nose, his head already on her knees, 'Get up, we're being paged to Holly's command room.'

'Ugh, seriously? What time is it?' Leon complained opening his eyes and looking up at her as she leaned over him, the ends of her black hair tickling his nose.

Cynthia glanced over at the clock on her chest of drawers, 'Four-thirty.' She replied, looking back at him and not particularly caring about whether Hannah was awake and watching them or not as she leaned forward and kissed him chastely good morning, despite it being way too early for both of their tastes, and if Hannah saw, it was just a bonus in Cynthia's lab. (Her way of saying a bonus in her books) After all, it just showed Hannah what stage of a relationship the two partners had.

'Feeling affectionate this morning?' Leon asked after she leaned back and he sat up getting to his feet before pulling her up as well while yawning and scratching the back of his head sleepily.

'Not particularly,' Cynthia replied, accepting his invitation and allowing him to pull her to her feet before going over to her drawers and pulling out her everyday training gear. 'Get changed into neat training gear, we're meeting Orion and probably Firen in Holly's command room.'

Leon looked at Hannah out of the corner of his eye as he pulled out his everyday training gear and noticed the glare Hannah was giving his partner and the faint barely noticeable smugness from his partner over their link. 'Ah, making Hannah jealous?' He asked, watching his partner stride off and disappear through a different door.

'What? No…'

'Sunshine, don't lie, I know you're lying.'

'I'm just kidding, of course, I am, well only partially anyway. I felt like it, for one thing, it's way too early to be any normal run of the mill partners right now, and yes, I felt like making Hannah jealous.' Cynthia replied and Leon chuckled, finishing the gathering of his training gear before deciding to play it a little mean with both Hannah and Cynthia. 'Leon, I swear, if you do what I think you are going to do I will kick your butt.' Cyn said, sensing his actions.

'What? I'm just going to change my shirt, Cyn.' He replied innocently as he walked into another room to change out of his basketball shorts and into black cargo jeans.

'Get your butt over in another room before I go out there and shoot you.'

'Cyn please,' Leon whined to her, emerging from the bathroom in the cargo jeans and still feeling a bit cheeky. 'It's itchy and I can't find any!'

'Fine, whatever.'

'Yes!' Leon grinned triumphantly and pulled off the white t-shirt before going back to rummaging in his chest of drawers looking for a dark gray muscle shirt with an orange stripe beneath the arms.

"Put a shirt on your prat," she rolled her eyes as she emerged, in the middle of putting up her black hair into a ponytail, her bangs braided so she had two small braids going along the sides of her head just above her ears. She was wearing a dark gray tank top with the custom blue stripe beneath the arms and black skinny jeans, along with being currently barefoot.

"I seriously can't find any of my training shirts," Leon replied, switching to out loud communication as well, "what happened? I know I had one in here!"

Cynthia took the hair band from between her teeth and finished putting her hair up before striding over to her drawers and pulling open the top one and pulling out a shirt for Leon. "Here," She snorted, chucking the shirt at him, "Now quit flashing me and put the shirt on." She said with another roll of her eyes as she put on her watch, adjusting the fit and making sure it was perfect. "Hannah doesn't need to be staring at your back all day either, Mr. Muppet(idiot)." She added with a hint of annoyance as she noticed Hannah's wide-eyed unbashful staring.

"I am, I'm putting the shirt on," He rolled his eyes, pulling on the close fitting shirt before shrugging on the black leather jacket that matched his shirt design wise, the thunderbolts emblem embroidered on the upper left side with an orange stripe going from the underside of his arms to the bottom, signaling he was an Alpha Strike Team member, the only difference was that where he had orange on the jacket, Cynthia had blue. He walked over to Cynthia and stood in front of her, "Can you help me with the collar?" He asked sheepishly and his partner finished putting on her watch before rolling her eyes and leaning up on her toes, fixing his collar.

"When will you learn how to make yourself presentable?" Cynthia sighed with another roll of her eyes as she twisted the dial on her watch and waved her wrist over the bedspread, multiple blueprints appearing, her pistol, magazines, knives, silver knuckles, gloves, and all of the usual weapons she carried around in the watch itself. "It make you look a little dumb, Leon," she stated, waving her wrist over the blueprints and moments layers the gear and weapons were lying on the bedspread. She crouched down and pulled out a combat belt from under her bed before clipping it around her waist and putting on the thin harness that kept the belt from slipping.

"Why learn it when you have a partner who can do it for you?" Leon reasoned, "It's just like how you can't do simple math, I can't tie a tie or tell the difference between a screwed up collar and a perfect one. Cool braids by the way," he commented, prodding one of the braids as his partner started tucking all of the weapons and gear away in the belt around her waist and hiding a few knives in her shoes.

"Thanks, I guess that makes sense. Get the rest of your gear Leo," Cynthia told him, checking everything in the belt over before tucking the black gun into the holster and securing it in place, geared up, finally. "Jeez, I almost forgot how heavy all of this stuff is," she chuckled, "usually it's all tucked away in my watch. You ready Hannah?" She said without looking up. 'Keep your attention on me, I don't trust her one bit.' She told her partner mentally as she pulled on black socks and her steel toed tennis shoes, mentally noting that she needed to put it through her watch again so she wouldn't have to buy another pair and modify them.

'Okay,' Leon replied, moving over to his bed and buckling his thinner combat belt around his waist and tucking his things into it before going back over to his partner and tucking her extra gear into the belt.

"Yeah," Hannah replied a minute later, sounding a little disappointed. "I'm ready Leon, his partner."

Cynthia snorted, "I have a name so please use it, Hannah." She said at she pulled on and zipped up a black leather jacket that matched her tank top design.

Hannah stayed silent, obviously not pleased with the small scolding.

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As they walked through the warm and creamy colored hallways, Leon's thoughts strayed from their current situation to his inward wish that involved his return to his dorm room and going back to sleep, maybe even convincing his partner to go with him. The cream colored walls, small bulb shaped lamps up on the walls, white and creamy carpets, and the dimmed lights for the early hours of the morning made the hallway warm and cozy, which made the idea of returning to his dorm room an even more pleasant idea. Pleasant enough that he could almost forget about the cunning and dangerous war they were and all the issues that were involved with the war itself.

Leon had grown up in the war, his parents were both extremely important people, his father Brad Bramble was the Thunder Division co-leader, and his mother Skylar Bramble was the leader's oldest daughter, so Leon was always supposed to be in the Light In Darkness Defense group. When he was eight and a half, his siblings moved to the Thunder base, where he was right now, and left him completely alone and on his own in a large apartment with absolutely no company. Half a year later he met and ex. Cage fighter named Cynthia with her younger brother and stayed with her until he turned ten and was taken to the group, forced to leave his only friend to both fend for herself and be completely lost without him. He joined because of the promise he made with his father when he was nine and his siblings were taken away from him, that he would join the group to help his siblings and fight for his country by defending them against the Slashing Blades.

A group who wanted to destroy Middren because of the expulsion Traktor had received many years ago before Leon himself was born, but the Light In Darkness defense group rose to counter them, fighting with everything they could but kept it all legal and underneath the government's noses. Of course, Holly being a lawyer probably helped out. The group had five divisions, Thunder for the strong and brave, Wind for the fast and nimble, Shadow for the cunning and sneaky, River for the agile and sarcastic, and Star reigned over them all, home to the incredibly intelligent and experienced. Not many people went there and most of them had to be on the older side, having experienced and seen the world at it's worst.

'Your thoughts are depressing.' Cynthia interjected, dispersing his thoughts rather easily, probably miffed about how dreary his thoughts were and how not appropriate they were for being up at four thirty in the morning.

'I'm sorry,' Leon replied, looking over at her, his mood was probably pulling her down with him due to the link between them and the completely open link. Trusting each other enough to have no secrets meant that the link was always open unless one of them blocked it, which was very rare and highly unusual.

Cynthia bumped his shoulder as she next spoke, 'Let's see what Holly has for us before I join you in the pit of despair okay?'

Leon smirked slightly and replied, walking directly beside his partner, their arms brushing as they habitually swung them slightly as they walked. 'Or we could go back to the flat room, and spend the morning there.' He said cheekily leaning sideways slightly and pressing a short kiss to her cheek while implying something and his partner's face flushed with embarrassment as she understood what he was insinuating.

"Leon!" Cynthia exclaimed, her shock and embarrassment strong enough that she spoke out loud and shoved him sideways, walking a little faster to avoid him.

Leon laughed and jogged after her, "What? I was just saying that you could work on your chemicals and I could go back to sleep." He chuckled, catching up to her and walking alongside her with Hannah jogging after him.

"No, you weren't!" Cynthia retorted, her face a light pink, arms folded over her chest, chin lifted just a tad, "I know exactly what you were thinking!"

"What? I promise I wasn't suggesting anything," Leon said, his lips twitching in a cheeky smile, knowing exactly how embarrassed and skittish his remark had made his partner. "Although you are very cute acting all confident and embarrassed," he grinned, amber eyes twinkling merrily.

Cynthia whirled around and glared at him, her face still slightly pink and embarrassed, her nose wrinkled at the word that she hated being called. "I am not cute!" She insisted before she turned on her heel and started walking away from him, black ponytail swishing gently against her clothing, indignant at the name.

"Yes, you are," Leon teased as he caught up with her again, "You're as cute as a teddy bear." He chuckled, walking alongside her.

Cynthia broke the indignant appearance and poked him in the chest as she spoke, "I'm not cute! She might be," she gestured to Hannah with her free arm, who had a deep frown on her face, "but I'm not! I'm feisty and hot-headed like you, not cute like a fluffy bunny!" She said, not once breaking her stride as she spoke.

"I never said you weren't feisty Cindy," Leon grinned, and caught the scent of the delicious smell starting to waft out of the cafeteria, 'Can we go eat first?' He asked while continuing their out loud banter, "but the freckles scattered your face and the pink is really cute."

'No, we need to report to Holly's command room.' Cynthia replied, walking right past the cafeteria and continuing towards Holly's command room. "No, it's not! I'm not cute!"

'Please…' Leon replied, matching her pace stride for stride. "Yes you are," he cooed playfully, "behind all the feistiness is a cute little-oomph!" Cynthia had elbowed him in the rib cage, knocking the air out of him. "Okay, okay," he wheezed, relenting from his current position of being doubled over, "you're not cute, very beautiful? Definitely, but not cute."

"Thank you," Cynthia replied breezily, accepting the statement with a triumphant air and continuing on her way, leaving Leon to wheeze a few times and Hannah to rub his back, trying to help, not that it was helping. 'No, we'll eat later at a reasonable time.'

'Okay, let me catch my breath first… you hit like a small tank!'

'Toughen up you baby,' Cynthia teased and Leon rolled his eyes.

'Nice to know I'm loved.'

'I love you, Leo.'

'Love you too Cyn, more than you'll ever know.'

'Me too, let's not let Hannah get between us okay?'

'Never, I gave you a promise and I intend to keep it.' Leon replied, finally catching up with her and putting one arm around her shoulders, unashamedly drawing her closer and gently kissing her temple, a silent promise he wasn't distracted by Hannah.

Hannah glanced at the many people walking around them, anger simmering in her gut as she had to watch the blunt affection between the partnership. She wondered if it was a normal occurrence, and so far it seemed to be, as no one even blinked at the non business partner like behavior. "Where are we going?" She asked, almost hoping to break the silence reigning at the moment.

'Thank you, Leon.' Cynthia replied warmly, completely unaware of Hannah's anger and not bothering to reply as they neared their destination.

'Anything for you Cyn.' Leon murmured sincerely, warming his partner's heart and ignoring Hannah at the same time, soothing his partner's nerves about the latter returning to the base.

'Ditto.' Cynthia replied as Leon moved away from her and she pulled open Holly's command room, about to receive the worst job she could ever imagine.

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While she waited for Cynthia and her brother, Holly busied herself with a skirmish team under Ivory's command, the head commander for the subdivision was rarely here at the base during the early mornings, but when she was she was Holly's first choice for commanding the sleepy and grouchy teams out on the field. "Ελεφαντόδοντο, κίνηση μακριά από το συγκρότημα διαμερισμάτων, don't θέλετε οποιαδήποτε αθώοι περαστικοί τραυματίστηκαν. (Heads up, the translations are a little off, I got lazy XD) {Ivory, move away from the apartment complex, we don't want any innocent bystanders injured.} She spoke into her comlink after turning on communications between her and the head commander, peering at the map of the field she had up on her holographic screen.

"Εννοείται Holly. Ben, Brendon, οδηγούν την ομάδα εκεί και σαφές από το συγκρότημα διαμερισμάτων plaza, Άλφα ηγέτης λέει είναι εκτός ορίων. Haliah, Diana, Paige, κάθε πάτε πάρτε μια ομάδα τριών και εξαφανίζονται σε ένα δέντρο, μια αιφνιδιαστική επίθεση θα ήταν ιδανικό τώρα." {Roger Holly. Ben, Brendon, lead the team over there and clear out from the apartment complex plaza, Alpha leader says it's off limits. Haliah, Diana, Paige, each of you go take a group of three and disappear into a tree, a surprise attack would be ideal right now.}

"Πηγαίνω σε συνάντησή μου ελεφαντόδοντο, αν χρειάζεστε κάτι που η ανάγκη για τη δημιουργία αντιγράφων ασφαλείας του συναγερμού." {I'm in my meeting Ivory, if you need anything set off the need for backup alarm.} Holy replied to the blonde and grinned slightly as she saw Bree yawn out of the corner of her eye, the usually cheerful girl was extremely grumpy at being woken up at four in the morning by an alarm that she had to come manually fix and was quite the source of entertainment.

"Εννοείται Holly. Της εταιρείας Braxton,'ξανά στο έδαφος με εμένα, δεν είστε σε θέση να αξιοποιήσετε περισσότερο από το ένα πόδι από το έδαφος! Εσείς Mike!" {Roger again Holly. Braxton, you're on the ground with me, you are not going to be able to get more than a foot off the ground! You too Mike!}

Holly chuckled softly at Ivory's words before reaching to another holographic screen and shutting off her comlink remotely before smiling at the grouchy Bree. "You awake now?" She asked with light amusement as she looked at the slouched position of the tired techno-genius.

Bree gave her a half-hearted glare and mumbled a very short reply consisting of one word she rarely said, "No." She grumbled as she finished up the new security on the alarms, hopefully putting a stop to Fin's pranks. The grumpy teenager was dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, her wavy dark brown hair pulled up in a messy ponytail and had a blanket over her lap, perched comfortably in her wheelchair, something drastically different to Holly's command outfit and definitely wasn't suitable for being in the leaders' presences. "I went to sleep barely an hour ago."

"Lovely," Holly chuckled softly, 'Good old Bree, so excited to work on something she forgets to go to sleep at a decent hour.'

"Meh." Bree grunted and shut off a holographic screen with another yawn, "security has been added to the alarm systems, Fin's hacking code was traced and blocked, and that alarm shouldn't be waking up anybody for a false alarm."

"Thanks-" Holly cut herself off as the sound of someone clearing their throat. She could tell exactly who did it. Swiveling around she faced three of the group's five leaders, Firen, her own division leader and grandfather; Bailey, the highest ranking person in the entire group; and Orion, leader of the Wind Division and her least favorite of the leaders. "My apologies," She said politely, the apology mostly directed towards Orion, seeing how the other two leaders probably didn't mind. "Didn't want any issues with the skirmish and Bree has been adding security to the alarm system to prevent another morning like this morning."

"Apology accepted." Orion sniffed while Firen rolled his eyes at the other leader and nodded to Holly and Bailey gave a small nod, blue eyes twinkling at the sight of the usually bright eyed, happy, and cheerful techno-genius grumpier than her medical partner Jay, and that was a rare sight indeed.

Bree didn't spare the leaders from her grouchiness, and didn't bother giving Orion an apology, when he looked at her for one she looked right back at him, a not amused nor apologetic expression on her face, "There is no way you are getting an apology from me at four in the morning." She said bluntly, moving towards the door, "and unless you want the power out for your division base, don't mess with me." She

The door was pulled open from the outside as Leon and Cynthia slipped into the room, ushering Hannah in before them and letting Bree leave before closing the door where the room's lighting went back to at an evening amount once again. Both of the warriors nodded to Holly before respectfully saluting each leader with their division's special salute, a clenched fist against your heart (A a symbol of bravery and loyalty) The two of them then stood quietly and tensely, standing shoulder to shoulder while facing the other occupants of the room, with focused and serious expressions, Leon standing with his arms folded across his chest while Cynthia was standing with her arms at her sides, one hand resting on the custom combat belt around her waist where her black gun was nestled in its holster. Hannah stood slightly awkwardly next to the two warriors, the transfer not quite understanding what was going on, but her pale blue eyes lit up at the sight of her uncle Orion. "Warriors Cynthia Lawson and Leon Bramble of the Alpha Strike team from the Thunderbolts subdivision as requested sirs and ma'am." Holly introduced her subdivision members professionally.

"Very good," Firen nodded, a slight smile tugging at his features, green eyes gleaming with approval, "At ease everyone." Cynthia and Leon didn't change positions besides allowing their positions to relax slightly, showing that they were listening attentively and heard his words. Holly leaned back slightly in her chair, pushing down the screen of the Holowatch and giving the leaders her full attention, despite her extensive knowledge on the subject at hand, and she wasn't very fond of the idea. Having one of her warrior's train Hannah, her best warrior, who of which disliked Hannah with a fiery passion. Firen cleared his throat and spoke again, "Orion has a request that one of the best warriors from the Thunderbolts subdivision is Hannah's training warrior." He looked at Cynthia, "Cynthia Casi Lawson, you have been chosen to do so."

Cynthia's blue eyes widened and she opened her mouth to politely reject the offer, but Orion interrupted her before she could utter a syllable, "How are we so sure she's the best?" He sniffed arrogantly, doubtful that Cynthia was good enough to teach his niece.

"Well, Cynthia's the best female warrior I have sir," Holly replied patiently, "She's the top female warrior of this subdivision and has incredible skills in field work and fighting, she's nearly unbeatable against anyone besides Ivory and Leon, and even then the chance of her beating them is fifty percent."

Orion's eyebrows raised slightly, fifty percent chance of beating Ivory? Now that required skill. "Show me proof of your words."

"Leon, fight your partner if you wouldn't mind," Holly said to her brother, "No going easy on her."

Leon nodded and sprang into action, spinning around towards his partner who took a few steps back and caught his punch, quickly twisting his arm behind his back before tripping him and making him stumble into one of the walls before pinning him to it, his arm still held painfully twisted behind his back. Leon quickly tapped out a surrender and Cynthia let him go before ducking as Holly threw an electrical disc and she had her pistol raised and aimed at Holly with the safety off within seconds, acting in pure self-defense. "She's very good at grappling techniques, has the speed to accompany her attacks, and has a lot of patience."

"What else?" Orion asked, examining Cynthia with scrutiny while the warrior took no notice of his scrutiny and holstered her pistol, patiently waiting for him to stop prodding her and examining her. "How come she's so young? She's innocent and I thought a battle worn person would be teaching her, not someone with no experience in the horrid affairs of the world."

Holly and Leon tensed, waiting to see how Cynthia would react, Cynthia was anything but innocent. "I am battle worn, sir." Cynthia told him politely, "I lost my innocence a long time ago."

"Explain."

"I was kidnapped from my parents at age two and was a cage fighting champion till I turned seven where I was taken home and later I lived out on the streets till I turned twelve and I was brought to the group. Two years ago my partner and I were captured and tortured, I nearly bled to death due to my right leg being crushed and mangled. The scar on my face is from when I defended my sisters before I was kidnapped and got a gash that extended from my nose, down my neck, and over my right shoulder blade." Cynthia replied, her voice relatively calm, but Leon could hear the reluctance of revealing more of her past to the leader. "I haven't been innocent for sixteen years, sir." Cynthia indeed had a bloody past, growing up as a cage fighter with no concept of right or wrong and a learned love for fighting and violence that never really left her, her eyes showed it, a violent storm of sapphire blue, the violence tamed and hidden away behind her naturally guarded nature.

Orion's eyebrows rose further, "I reevaluate my previous statements, I'm sure Hannah will get the training she needs under the guidance of your warrior." Orion spoke with genuine surprise in his tone, Bailey's surprise matching his own. "Cynthia will be Hannah's trainer."

Cynthia spoke again, speaking in sync with her partner, "I/she can't train her."

Hannah, Orion, and Bailey all looked surprised, "Why?" Orion asked indignantly, "is Hannah not good enough for you to train?"

"No of course not, but I have a history with her and it's not pleasant, nor can I allow myself to be taken out of the field to train her."

"I agree with Cynthia," Holly spoke calmly, "I'd be losing my best strike team, they're called Alpha Strike team for a reason. They are the ones who usually save the other teams from getting their butts handed to them."

"Leon can still go out on the field," Orion said stubbornly.

"But I'd be breaking up an infallible battle-partnership." Holly replied logically, "Leon and Cynthia are called the Power Couple for a reason, they're the powerhouse of this subdivision and always stick together, even during and interrogation they're interrogated together. They've been partners since Cynthia graduated to warrior status five years ago."

"Cynthia with being Hannah's trainer." Orion insisted.

"Sir, I'm honestly thrilled that you believe I'm worthy to train Hannah, but I don't want to have Leon's life at risk while I'm not out there to save him-"

Orion's eyes narrowed and he cut her off, "you will train my warrior or your rank will be demoted and you'll be confined to base duty only."

Cynthia reluctantly agreed, locking distressed blue eyes with Leon's amber, his expression matching hers perfectly. Holly looked pained and sent the three off to do what they were assigned to do with a heavy heart and the knowledge that her brother was vulnerable out on the field on his own.

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Cynthia, the name that made Hannah's blood boil, the midnight black haired and blue eyed girl who had stolen Leon's attention from her, the girl with the privilege of being his partner while she was stuck in a different division, but maybe it could change and she would be his partner while Cynthia was pushed away, finally. Hannah snapped out of her thoughts and jumped as the heavy doors of the training room she was in closed with a deep noise, startling her. She whirled around to see Cynthia was the culprit who had closed the doors and was in the process of striding over to the wind division transfer right now.

'What does he see in her?' Hannah wondered as she studied the other girl her age, 'beautiful? As if… right? I mean she's got everything I have, fighting skills, intelligence, confidence, patience, etc. So why does he like her so much?' She continued studying her as the thunder division warrior set up a few things in the room, fighting dummies, training mats, a few weapons and other things. 'She's all battle scarred, and I mean it literally, she's got scars everywhere. Woah, that is a seriously noticeable scar.' She commented to herself as she noticed the scar Cynthia had mentioned earlier as she shed the leather jacket. Even ten feet away, Hannah could see the scar from her sideways profile, the whitish pink scar extended from one side of her nose, went over her lower ear, down her neck, and finished by getting wider as it went down what she could see of her right shoulder blade. 'I mean, it just ruins what could have been perfect skin. So why did he choose her? Over me off all people?!' She was forced to leave her thoughts as Cynthia finally approached her, ready to start their training session and clear the air.

"Okay, here's the deal. I train you in here for Thunder Division's tactics, meaning power and technique, not speed. Understood?" Cynthia asked, her voice calm and level for once.

"I don't like you." Hannah replied bluntly, "but I understand."

Cynthia looked at her, "believe me, the feeling is mutual." She clasped her hands behind her back and rocked slightly on her heels, "and I'd rather not get in trouble, so we're clearing the air, right now."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm setting this straight," Cynthia replied, dropping the level headed appearance, blue eyes hardening as she switched stances, straightening up and crossing her arms threateningly over her chest. "Leon is my partner, not yours and I expect you to understand that. He is my partner and you are and will not take him away from me."

"For now." Hannah replied, her pale blue eyes narrowing at the other girl, lifting her chin in the process, "that will change."

Cynthia's blue eyes flashed and she leaned closer, "Forever. Leon is my partner, I'm not letting you have the guy I am in love with, got it?"

Hannah shook her head, "no, cause he likes me, not you."

Cynthia laughed humourlessly before she spoke, "times change Hannah, you've been gone for far too long. Love is something Leon and I share," she caught the glimmer of surprise and annoyance on Hannah's face and smirked slightly, "He's said to me sincere I love you's more times than I can count and that's a whole lot more than he's said it to you."

Hannah gritted her teeth, "I'm not going down without a fight, Cynthia, Leon's mine."

The comment was ignored as Cynthia decided to throw a curve ball, for both her own amusement and to state a point. "Oh, I'll do you a favor and try to keep the noise down," she raised one of her eyebrows, a small smirk playing across her features. "Don't want to wake you up in the middle of the night while collaborating with my partner."

Hannah's eyes widened and she stared at the other girl, getting exactly what she was saying despite the riddle style of the comment. 'Oh Starclan… this is going to be harder than I thought…' She thought as she watched Cynthia spin around and stride over to one of the training dummies, the Thunder Division warrior's movements triumphant and amused.

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Leon trudged sluggishly down the hallways, feeling beat up and tired. Even the delicious smell from the white-walled cafeteria's buffet style breakfast didn't shake his from his tiredness. Usually, it did and he'd get his partner to help him drag Holly out of her command room to the mentioned food court to get her out of there and actually eat something besides thin mints from the stash she had hidden in her command room. He winced slightly as he moved his right arm, going out on the field without Cynthia to cover his back and help him out was extremely stressful, exhausting, and he had a higher chance of injuring himself, which he did. He got shot in the arm by some idiot in the Slashing Blades, although he was sure the other guy's nose wasn't ever going to be the same, even if they surgically fixed it. While he may have over reacted, his reaction was justified, for the last six years he had never been alone in the field, even before the link between him and Cynthia developed that fateful day, the same day that he first heard his partner say she loved him, which had been music to his ears.

He sighed and slid his keycard into the lock of his flat room before he pulled open the door to trudge into the room, and jumped with a start. Both his sister and his partner were there, patiently waiting for him, Holly sitting carefully on the edge of her green themed bed, as always her appearance was neat and clean, consisting of her custom green tinted white formal shirt, green Holowatch, black skirt, and black flats. Cynthia was leaning back against the wall opposite of the door, one foot against the wall, her attention fixed on the small holographic screen of her multi-watch, dressed in a normal training outfit, black custom running shoes, black skinny jeans, custom dark gray tank top, and light blue multi-watch on one wrist.

Leon blinked before he unstrapped the pack currently strapped to his back and put it down next to the wall as Cynthia straightened up and strode towards him, he met her halfway across the room and hugged her, wrapping his arms around her thin body, 'I missed you.' He said mentally, breathing in the comforting scent of his partner's midnight black hair and holding her snugly against his body.

'I noticed,' Cynthia replied and he felt her thin arms circle his waist, 'I missed you too, it's strange being so far away from each other that the link doesn't function very well.'

'I agree,' Leon agreed, grateful for his sister who was busying herself with her Holowatch, giving the close partnership a few minutes alone. 'How was the training session?'

'Went without a hitch, after we argued slightly and I made a certain comment that shut her up for the rest of the session.'

'Really? What was the comment?'

'Can't tell you.'

'Why not? Come on, Cyn!' He whined, really curious.

'I can't tell you, it's a girl thing, Leo.'

'I'll look through the memories of the time frame.' Leon warned, dying of curiosity.

'Fine. I said 'I'll do you a favor and try to keep the noise down, don't want to wake you up in the middle of the night collaborating with my partner.' I got a kick out of it, her fish impression was hilarious!' Cynthia replied with her head under his chin, blue eyes closed.

'Oh, my Starclan, Cyn!' Leon mentally laughed and chuckled out loud, drawing back slightly and looking at her, 'What kind of comment is that?'

'A true one.' Cynthia replied, opening her eyes, a cheeky grin spreading across her face, 'I really just wanted to see her reaction, although I did want to warn her ahead of time.'

'Hmm… good idea.'

"If you two are done being mutes and telepathic nutters," Holly said in exasperation, having waited a few minutes for them to do their thing, "I could answer the problem about Leon going into the field without you Cynthia if you two would please sit down." The duo did as she asked, taking a seat at Cynthia's desk, Leon sitting in the comfortable leather swivel chair, Cynthia sitting in his lap.

"Oh, speaking of the field," Cynthia looked up at Leon, "What happened earlier? Did you get shot or something?"

"Yeah," Leon grumbled sheepishly, fiddling with him and his partner's clasped hands and not looking at her, "I'm fine now, though, thanks for letting me borrow your energy-"

"Guys," Holly interrupted impatiently, "If you two don't want to miss breakfast and risk Bree dragging us there, loot at this." She pulled up something on her Holowatch, a document displayed on the bright screen, five signatures down at the bottom in different scrawl.

Trainers may bring their trainees into the field for field experience as long as it's incorporated into their training regimens, they have a capable trainer, and they pass a physical before hand.

~Firen, Luxa, Bucky and Bailey, the leaders of the Light In Darkness Group.

"Awesome!" Leon grinned and Cynthia laughed leaning up and giving her partner a short and chaste kiss.

"Celebrate all you want later," Holly said with amusement as the two broke apart and she pushed down her holographic screen, turning it off. "Cause Bree and Jay should be here any moment."

As if on cue, the door opened and two teens Holly's age slipped into the room, one rolling on wheels from her spot in her normal everyday average wheelchair, amber eyes gleaming with cheer, dark brown hair up in a messy ponytail, her earlier grumpiness having evaporated with the six hours of sleep she had just gotten. "Hi, guys! Ready to eat?!" She asked with enthusiasm, an infectious smile on her face from ear to ear. Obviously, she had just woken up again, probably about thirty minutes ago, being dressed in a light blue t-shirt with a large smiley on the front and light gray sweatpants with a blanket thrown haphazardly over her lap with the bottom tucked under her feet.

"No," Jay grunted, scratching his head, looking grumpy and groggy. His gray-streaked black hair was ruffled and messy, blind blue eyes were hidden behind the sunglass like visor, the black device that looked just like sunglasses, but allowed him to see infrared, heat signatures, and sonar along with heightening his other non-disabled senses. He was still wearing his PJs, a pair of black sweatpants and a fuzzy dark gray hoodie with a blue jay on the front. "I think you're the one giving me all my gray hairs." He muttered to the hyperactive girl next to him who giggled and didn't contradict him.

"Probably!" Bree chirped happily, giggling slightly at his comment.

Cynthia laughed, blue eyes twinkling with cheer, at both her friends and her returned ability to go out on the field. "Of course we're ready, let's go eat."

Leon smiled and briefly kissed his partner before he replied, "yup, let's go get stuff from the delicious cafeteria." He grinned at his brother, "You've got a whole bunch of hair sticking straight up in the back."

"That's what yours looks like every day," Jay grunted and Leon pouted, amber eyes gleaming.