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Atlas
York
Agent York and Maine stood with Winter Schnee right next to a Bullhead, Maine carrying two bags while Winter held on tightly to him. "I'll miss you." York told her.
"It's only for a few weeks, then I'll be arriving with the Atlas students for the Vytal festival." Winter assured him, placing her hand over his.
"Trust me, you'd better hurry." York said.
The last month had been amazing for both York and Winter, who had gone steady a few weeks before that. Many dates, sightseeing trips, and skiing races on the snowy mountains of Atlas occurred. Combined with nights spent next to each other in arms made time seem to fly by, but now, with Junior demanding York return and get back to work at the club, feeling overwhelmed once again with being the only barman on the first shift. York was forced to leave Winter and his old Freelancer friends, which were currently on a Spec Ops mission for the Atlas military, behind. With promises of seeing each other again, York and Winter kissed, Maine rolling his eyes with a growl, then entered the bullhead with the other Freelancers. All of them, travelling to Vale, would be working together and catching up, until the end of the Vytal Festival. Along with York and Maine there was the Dakotas, CT, Florida, Utah, Georgia, and Wyoming. All still had their AI fragments, and their armor had been customized. Wyoming, who York was meeting with for the first time, even had a robotic arm.
"Stay out of trouble." Winter told him as she broke off.
York grinned, "No promises. Blaze has a lot of work to do when he gets back."
Actually, it seems teams RWBY, JNPR, and SSSN have been keeping trouble to a minimum.Delta informed him, statistics show that the crime rate is still at a low level, although the effects of the Breach has led to the imprisonment of Roman Torchwick.
"Delta talking to you?" Winter asked, and York realized he'd been silent for the past few minutes, staring at the tarmac.
"Yes." He told her. "Anyway, I'll miss you, but the Bullhead's about to leave. Love you, bye."
"Goodbye, York." She said as he boarded the Bullhead, which shut as soon as he was settled in his seat.
"You two are too involved." Maine told him. "Why can't you just keep it behind closed doors?"
York patted the man on the back. "What's the matter, Maine, jealous?" He questioned, "Or are you a PDA-aphobe?"
"I don't think that's a word." He growled, then the bullhead lifted off, and the two were flying off to Vale once more.
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273 Ironrose, Vale…
Twelve hours later…
York
"Nice digs." CT stated as they stood outside of York's home.
"We've got air mattresses inside, or you can head to one of our outpost homes. We've got two, one up near the docks, the other near the residential district." York told them.
"I'll take the one at the docks." Wyoming told them.
"Me too." Flowers stated.
"Dibs on the residential." Utah said, and CT quickly added her ascent.
"Ooo, hot night with the Mormon?" South teased.
"Shut up, asshat." CT retorted.
"Language." Utah reminded, and CT mumbled an apology. He looked at South. "I'll only do those sort of things with my wife, when we get married."
"Whatever, lame-o." South waved him off. "I can do it with whoever I want, whenever I want."
"Not if I have anything to say about it." North said. "I'm staying here, got any cards?"
"Blackjack?" York asked.
"You're on." North grinned.
"Deal me in." Maine's terrifying voice growled.
Georgia raised his hand. "Me too."
"I'm going with CT, North." South told him.
North grimaced, but nodded. "Don't get into trouble."
South scowled. "You're still too overprotective." Then turned to leave with the girls.
York tossed the keys to his sports car to Utah, who went out to start the car. CT held back.
"Why does Utah get to drive?" She asked.
"You kidding?" Georgia joked. "He's Mormon. Experience being late and driving fast but surviving is their life."
York chuckled, then looked out the window to the shattered moon, tapping the lighter in his pocket. He sighed, wondering where she was.
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Chorus…
Carolina
"That's all I needed to hear." Agent Carolina said as she finished hearing Locus and Felix's plans. She dove into action, shooting the modified weapons as chaos ensued.
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New Freelancer Safehouse, Residential District, Vale
CT
I sat on the roof of a two-story building, hugging my knees dressed in a pair of jeans and a white blouse. A gentle breeze hit me, and I unconsciously shivered. I jolted when I felt a warm blanket wrap around me. Utah sat next to me, in boot cut black jeans, cowboy boots, and a brown leather jacket over a white T-shirt.
"South went to bed." He told me, and I grinned, sliding closer to him and resting on his shoulder.
"Well, today was close. The others almost found out." He sighed.
"It wouldn't be that bad if they found out." I said gently, kissing his jaw, close to his mouth.
"Nah, but it spares us both the teasing. Imagine the shocked look on their faces when we get married." Utah smiled.
"For a goody-two-shoes, you sure are devious." I giggled, and he turned toward me and pressed his lips against mine. I smiled, happy with this life, free of all the corruption I'd left behind, the danger, the lies.
Utah was such an understanding person. He was kind, gentle, and very polite and well-mannered. We broke off and Utah leaned back onto the roof, looking up at the stars, the shattered moon. I lay down next to him, and he curled an arm around me.
"I love you, Katie." His whispered in my ear. I grinned.
"I love you, too, Conner."
