[ Even without the distortion caused by a helmet, it's easy for Maine to place that voice. It's the same one he heard during that training match. The same one that shouldn't have been able to overhear York if the match had really been intended to mimic combat against an enemy — but Maine knows damn well it was no ordinary training exercise.
The big Freelancer stiffens. Unconsciously draws himself up straighter, his expression shifting from puzzled to guarded before slipping into a practiced neutral. This is Agent Texas. This is the new recruit that thoroughly kicked the collective asses of himself, Wyoming, and York.
When the fuck did she get here? ]
Ate.
[ Said with a pointed look outside the nearest window, indicating the time of day. Maine ate his breakfast well before sunup. ]
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The big Freelancer stiffens. Unconsciously draws himself up straighter, his expression shifting from puzzled to guarded before slipping into a practiced neutral. This is Agent Texas. This is the new recruit that thoroughly kicked the collective asses of himself, Wyoming, and York.
When the fuck did she get here? ]
Ate.
[ Said with a pointed look outside the nearest window, indicating the time of day. Maine ate his breakfast well before sunup. ]