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Hold on tight, hope you ain't scared...

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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.

From:

cryptos

Things had changed in a confusing and rapid manner when Wash and the Reds woke up to find themselves in Fed control.

They had been assured that they were safe, that they had been lied to from the start by Kimball and the others. That the New Republic was waging a guerrilla war on the Federal Army.

Wash didn't know who to believe.

He wasn't a trusting man to begin with and hearing these conflicting stories just made him all the more suspicious and mistrustful about his current circumstances.

Admittedly from what he had seen of the Federal Army thus far, they were almost all universally young which was depressing in it's own right but genuinely earnest and they believed in what they preached.

But it just...didn't sit right with Wash.

Or perhaps the crux of his issue was with one particular man. The merc whom Felix had warned him about, the infamous and scary Locus. Wash didn't trust that man as far as he could throw him with one pinkie. There was something...off about Locus, an intensity about the man that put Wash's hackles up. And for the life of him, every time they were in the same room, the former Freelancer could swear he could feel the man's stare on him almost constantly.

Donut had made cooing noises about how Locus probably just had a 'crush' or something but Wash had shut that shit down QUICKLY because there was no way he was going to suffer through another Donut Matchmaker Hour, thank you very much!

Still, the gray-armored soldier was beginning to feel like he was being monitored 24/7 and it was making him edgy so he decided to seek out the source of that unease and tell him to quit it.

Of course, finding Locus wasn't exactly an easy job. He'd been told by a corporal that the mercenary had last been seen near the shooting range so that was where the ex-Freelancer headed in his quest to find the creepy bastard.

From:

agnominal

It's easy enough for him to disappear in a very real sense, should he wish it. Knowing Washington is on the look-out for him doesn't mean he was going to simply step out of hiding.

The shooting range would appear empty, at a glance. Provided Wash stuck around to investigate, he'd find what he was after.

Moments after a shot was fired directly over his shoulder to hit one of the targets, seemingly out of nowhere. Still. It got the message across. If he was looking for Locus, he was in the right place.

From:

cryptos

Wash had thought he'd put his spastic days behind him but apparently that wasn't the case. The ugly bark of the sniper rifle being fired and the distinct whizzing sound of a bullet fired close enough to his god damned head that he heard the fucking bullet fly by had the former Freelancer nearly jumping out of his armor even as he dropped into a defensive crouch.

The knowledge that he was being toyed with struck Wash almost immediately and he felt his temper flare in answer. "Locus! You fucking dick! You should have shot me!" Tucker was all too familiar with that half shout/half shriek Wash only trotted out when he was especially stressed and 1,000% done with everything and everyone.

From:

agnominal

The shadows melted away, leaving Locus standing at the top of a walkway and peering down at Wash while he sputtered. His only reaction to the outburst appeared to be a slight cocking of his head.

"I didn't."

That should stand in his favor, shouldn't it? Being able to cause harm and refraining. No. It would take far more than that for Washington to ever come close to offering trust. It's not a thing given lightly. He knows that.

He's wiser for not extending it, in truth. Given their plans for this planet, for the Reds and Blues. For him.

From:

cryptos

"You COULD have, you damned psycho! I don't know what the hell kind of training you went through but you're not supposed to aim and fire when someone is downrange!" The gray-armored soldier snapped while doing his best go glare a hole through Locus with his visor.

Technically, he wasn't even downrange but the crazy mercenary had apparently decided to practice his long-range accuracy by skulking about atop a nearby walkway.

"Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you!?"

From:

agnominal

That comment was neatly avoided entirely, as he moved toward the edge of the walkway, surprisingly quiet for heavy armor moving against metal grating. His gun was lowered at least, though his gaze remained steady on the former Freelancer.

"You were looking for me. Why?"

Because last he saw, Washington wasn't interested in talking. He'd all but ordered him to keep his distance, and after what happened at Bravo, that was more or less understandable.