Locus/Wash, Pre-Reveal

Date: 2016-05-31 09:22 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] agnominal
It's been two days since Washington awoke here at the Fed base, and something needles at the mercenary every time he crosses Locus's mind. It's starting to become irksome, a distraction. Dangerous. And yet he's unable to purge him from his mind.

Felix can't know. He'll never hear the end of it.

Proximity is an issue, but that was given. The Sim Troopers are to be kept watch over, something he's tolerated thus despite his growing disdain for them. Orders are orders, to be followed in spite of whatever a soldier might think or desire. That's simply how it is.

Washington is another thing entirely from their ilk, but he would be. A Freelancer agent, or formerly, considering the dissolution of the project. He is not without skill, nor without a sordid past not unlike his own. There are similarities if they are viewed side-by-side, certain echoes of a similar path trod. But the files he pursues give him little in the way of satisfying answers as to why he's deviated from that path.

He's a soldier, ruthless and efficient to judge from his record. Why is he here, with them? It flies in the face of reason.

There are no orders as of yet to make a move, only to observe and continue fanning the flames, carefully cultivating the Chairman's plans. But there's plenty of opportunity in the day to watch, if not completely overtly. Perhaps, given time, he'll see something that gives Washington's game away.
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