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[broklahoma]

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[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!"