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[broklahoma]

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[broklahoma]

OK leans forward, ready to snap out the fact that he'd been in the process of fucking off when Ohio and his lambs came creeping up behind him, but their tiff is interrupted by Saunders taking the bait. Yes. Forget Ohio. What he needs to do is sink his hooks in to the weak one and get him to drop the package, then they can all go about their day. "Look at it! It's obviously a bomb! I work with them all the time, why do you think I'm here?"

Well, nobody knows. That's the problem, and OK is using it to his advantage. He may be a lying liar, but he sounds pretty damn sure of himself.

What he's not sure of, however, is if the stupid thing is worth this much trouble. OK scowls in Lane's direction, because that's exactly what they need, more bullshit hot on their trail. Since he's the one who noticed it first it's somehow his fault.

"Forget it." OK lowers his gun enough to make himself nonthreatening, waving the group away with a swing of one arm as he retreats further up the ramp, walking backwards. "Just get the fuck out of here."

Except they all need to go in the same direction.

Fuck you, this is OK's hallway.

[highinthemiddle]

"We are getting the fuck out of here. So move." And Ohio is leading the... it's not a charge so much as it is a deliberate advance. They're getting up to that Spirit. Ideally, the whole team is. So help him.

"Wait, bomb?" says Lane, finally noticing something besides the ominous red tracker dots.

"I'm carrying a bomb!" Saunders snaps. "Fucking listen, Lane!"

"It's not a bomb, it's a core!" There may be aliens hot on their heels right now but Lane has to get the facts straight. It's important.

"An exploding core!"

"No, an AI core!"

"Bullshit!"

"Both of you shut up and get up here. We can deal with all the particulars of the thing that isn't a bomb when we're fucking gone!"

Ohio will drag them if he has to, but to his great relief that seems to be enough to get them moving again.

[broklahoma]

OK scurries back when Ohio stomps his way up, but he quickly slows his backwards escape and stops altogether as the team argues amongst themselves. OK is caught up in pure trainwreck syndrome. They're too close, the logical part of his brain warns him. He could be in the air by now if he'd just gone, it scolds. But the more morbidly curious side wins out over logic, and he just stares as this mess unfolds.

Holy shit.

He laughs nervously, the sound one of complete disbelief as he turns towards Ohio. He can't help asking. He really can't help it. "Is this your team? Really?"

[highinthemiddle]

There are a lot of old switches in Ohio's neural interface that don't have a purpose, these days. Controls for the accelerating equipment that was removed years ago. Macros Pi set up for calculations he no longer needs to run. Bits and broken pieces of things were left in her wake, and they would take more work to fix than anyone has thought worth putting into him.

But one of these useless things is fast access to Freelancer team comms, and all it takes is a thought to throw open the old channel. Because fuck you, Oklahoma, he's a shitty leader but he's not so shitty a leader that he'll say this to them. He snaps at him one to one.

"I sure as fuck didn't pick them."

[broklahoma]

OK nearly laughs again when he notices the direct channel open up. Ohio sounds like he hates everything about his two shadows, but evidently not enough to trash talk them over an open line. How sweet. He really does care. OK is tempted to tease him about being softhearted- something in what he's said rings as odd, though, and he skips that for now. "You were assigned them? Who'd you piss off?"

He's still moving, a little more quickly now since there are enemies headed right for them and all. They may be able to outrun them after all if they all hustle the fuck up and get around the corner, but he's still hesitant to turn his back on any of them. "Are you supposed to be training them or something?"

That can't be right either. This is not a baby-level mission.

[highinthemiddle]

It's not soft alright if he upsets them too much it will negatively impact their performance, okay. And it's already bad enough without his help.

"I think my bosses are just trying to kill me off at this point."

Ohio is pretty casual in saying that. Surprisingly so given the circumstances, the resignation in his tone, and the fact he's serious about it.

Needler shards bounce off shields and dig into the floor at their heels when a pair of jackals round the corner behind them. Ohio chucks a frag grenade back there them to keep the jackals busy and yells on the open channel again. "Lane, nav!"

"Spirit's gonna be in the center, it's guarded!"

Because of course it is. They hit the top level and keep on trucking.

"Is this guy with us now or something?!" Saunders wants to know, because there's still been no introduction and holy shit has he been shot at a lot today. He's also fucking tired and fucking bleeding, and it hasn't done wonders for his patience.

Ohio doesn't have it in him to negotiate the whole "I kind of almost used to know this person a little bit" deal right now, and settles for, "As long as we're shooting the same direction!"