The request had been utterly unusual. She wasn't even sure at the time if she wanted to take it. She'd been considering turning it down since the first meeting; she had turned it down to being with. Asshole soldiers didn't have a clue what they were talking about and if she was going to have to put up with that bullshit from them, she'd do more
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Leaning against the dorm building as he smoked a cigarette, the feral caught an unfamiliar scent on the wind. His eyes soon picked out an unfamiliar woman with a bag on one shoulder. He wasn't sure how often the team got new members, but for now it was still a novelty that warranted investigation. "When did you get here?" He asked, stubbing out his cigarette.
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Her tone wasn't nearly as caustic as it could be. She was fairly tired from the trip up from Los Angeles. Her bag was still over her shoulder, although she stopped to stare at this male. Ridiculous question really. "When do you think I got here."
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Besides, being his usual sarcastic self was much more fun and the woman didn't seem like Little Miss Mary Sunshine herself. He internally wondered what her mutation was and if she was this snappish all the time.
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Beyond putting a bullet in her head, and she wouldn't rightly give a damn if they did.
"Is this their idea of welcoming party? Send out the punk ass brat?"
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