Bigger cages! Longer chains! - OTA or Stand Alone
Perhaps she was old fashioned but she just felt like cells should have that metallic slide and clank as it locked a person in. It was a distinctive sound, like the sound of a gun being cocked, that let a person know just how fucked they really were.
Her cell door almost closed softly, really only giving itself away by the second click of the automatic locks. There were no bars, only walls, windows and a really uncomfortable looking cot she was expected to sleep on. Not to mention her 2 in one metal loo/sink that there was no way in hell she was using. She wasn't trapped in there 24/7. She'd hold it 12 hours before she gave some green little soldier a show.
All in all it wasn't the worse cell she'd seen. At least it had central heating and air unlike the ones in Russia. After the hell she raised, she was getting what was coming to her. Though just because she was aware that she deserved to be punished didn't mean she felt like she was wrong. This group was a powder keg. Always had been. A few pinball games weren't going to be enough to keep the natives at bay and Sykes could discourage "relations" all he wanted but it was most likely going to be like college dorms around here with people sneaking nooners like undergrads in the stacks. Betsy was just more forthcoming with her relations. She wasn't a child but an adult that shouldn't have to hide. Jack and her were a couple. Being punished for wanting to spend the night with each other was ridiculous. Nothing Sykes or even Stryker could do would change that so they really just needed to deal and find a better solution. It wasn't as though the team had the option to live off-base like the rest of the soldiers.
Her cell door almost closed softly, really only giving itself away by the second click of the automatic locks. There were no bars, only walls, windows and a really uncomfortable looking cot she was expected to sleep on. Not to mention her 2 in one metal loo/sink that there was no way in hell she was using. She wasn't trapped in there 24/7. She'd hold it 12 hours before she gave some green little soldier a show.
All in all it wasn't the worse cell she'd seen. At least it had central heating and air unlike the ones in Russia. After the hell she raised, she was getting what was coming to her. Though just because she was aware that she deserved to be punished didn't mean she felt like she was wrong. This group was a powder keg. Always had been. A few pinball games weren't going to be enough to keep the natives at bay and Sykes could discourage "relations" all he wanted but it was most likely going to be like college dorms around here with people sneaking nooners like undergrads in the stacks. Betsy was just more forthcoming with her relations. She wasn't a child but an adult that shouldn't have to hide. Jack and her were a couple. Being punished for wanting to spend the night with each other was ridiculous. Nothing Sykes or even Stryker could do would change that so they really just needed to deal and find a better solution. It wasn't as though the team had the option to live off-base like the rest of the soldiers.