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[goddamngrenades]

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[goddamngrenades]

Landing's easy- after all the yelling Niner used to do about how he'd crash the sims, he figured out how. He's expecting a fight not...a bunch of dead pirates with knives in them. Huh. Wash got to work. Figures he never forgot what Connie taught him. No signs of snapped necks or gunshots, he'd been keeping it quiet. York slips out and starts wandering- trying to find whoever was alive or the command console. Whichever came first.

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It reminds him of that day, only a couple of weeks ago. Watching York in the canyon. Should've used the camo unit then. Should never have got involved. It was easier to be dead, to not care and just follow orders whenever his leash was tugged. He could probably still fix things now. Shoot York here, to kill or to incapacitate him. Hand him over. He's sure Control would just love having another Freelancer in his hands.

He can't do it. He can't.

He approaches York, stays out of reach though, makes it awkward for him to get a shot in, and then decloaks.

"You should have stayed away." And there's nothing there, his voice cold and empty of emotion. He can't afford to care if he wants to get this done, so it's the mercenary who faces York.