As soon as word spread of Stryker's leave, Zero knew there would be trouble. Though it hadn't happened yet, and boy was he surprised, he knew his team well enough to know that it would. The marksman had yet to have problems from his team or anyone else's but that didn't mean that it wasn't going to happen. Especially not now.
Hendley was in way over
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Upon reading the reminder, he smiled and looked around to find the man he presumed had posted it.*
Hey there honey, I'm looking for Nick.
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"I don't know. Have you checked the team room?"
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*He arched a brow. If this guy didn't know where he was, he was going to continue looking.*
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Zero hoped to god that he at least knew what he was talking about. All of the team base rooms were the same.
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Reading it through, in her head turning it into a little song and mildly changing the words, Ophelia glanced at Zero; "While the chicken's away, the foxes can't play?"
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"Ophelia, could I ask you to stop doing that?" He all but growled. Of course that sign's life span didn't stand a chance. What was he thinking? Should have carved it in iron.
"And no, absolutely not."
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"Play is good, helps the soul. It's as fun to be so droll." She really didn't understand why these people didn't enjoy things more. Especially life. But, while she could make them, she was trying not to.
She couldn't rightly remember why, but she knew she was supposed to be trying not to interfere.
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Zero took a deep breath and folded his arms. "You can enjoy yourself without breaking the rules. Trust me, it's for everyone's benefit."
That part was far from bullshit. If things got out of hand here, well..he didn't want to think about it.
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Lyssa had already read the message once that Zero had posted. The hardass was just as bad as Jack in her opinion though had that stick a little harder in his brain than her team lead. Coming back by for a second read of the note with a sharpie in hand the woman tried her best to keep a sly little smile from sliding on to her face. It was hard, really, considering what she had in mind to do.
Glancing left then right to make sure the coast was clear the mercenary turned toward the note while pulling the cap free from the sharpie. Quickly Lys had gone to work drawing hearts over the i's and smilie faces here or there. Even a few flowers around the corners. Anything a little girl would draw on a note to a crush.
She was shameless. Really.
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"Have you nothing better to do?"
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And yes it did kill the boredom for half a second.
"If I said yes... would you shoot me?" Carefully the woman slid the cap back on the sharpie before sliding it in to her back pocket. Honestly the two of them hadn't gotten along well since Russia when he tried to make her go back to her room on curfew. Really. A curfew? She was twenty-seven years old. Adults didn't have curfews.
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He folded his arms as he watched her return the sharpie. At least she didn't continue. With the sharpie anyways, he could sense more snark coming his way. Especially since she'd been hanging around Wilson. Oh yes, he was in for it.
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He drew a martini glass with a toothpick sticking out of it and a watch face in place of the more traditional olive, and stick figure with a gun in either hand with a speech bubble over his head that said, "Blah blah blah...I am the law!"
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