9: Transfer

"You did not fight on top of the train!"

"We sure as shit did!" Samael sang out while tossing a wink to the rearview mirror. "Ol' boy Super-Legs back there kicked the shit outta me, too, it weren't nothin' like in the movies."

"Unless Robin was playing the hero," Y'vonne teased from behind Samael, leaning over Morris to smirk at the newest rebel. "Courageously beating off that advances of the Movement's most notorious recruiter!"

"Awww, hey now, I weren't even flirtin' none, it was all business," Samael drawled as he shifted his gaze toward Robin while picking at the too-small shirt plastered over his broad frame. "I was there to pick summin' up, an' he was there to defend it. Only reason he ain't tossed mah lifeless body off the train is 'cuz he already ran into some trouble 'fore we had our li'l tussle."

Robin glanced away from the window long enough to offer a bland smile. "Don't accuse Shorty of hunting down dick -- I'm the one who fucked him after we got off the train."

Samael fired off a goofy grin as the other occupants of the utility vehicle broke into laughter. He caught Robin's attention in the corner of the mirror, and they locked gazes for a few seconds. But his eyes held neither accusation nor regret. If anything, he just looked...numb. The way he always did.

Samael exhaled and then turned his eyes toward the road as they approached the gates. "Well, um, hopefully we won't have any dramatic duels on top of a train this time," Aslan chimed in. The larger rebel occupied the lauded passenger seat next to Samael while the other three shared the bench seat in back. "We got an awesome crew today!"

"An' here I thought Mama would have me doin' inventory the whole time!" Samael commented cheerfully. "This ain't hardly no punishment at all!"

"Not for you, at least," Morris commented drolly as Y'vonne elbowed him. He smiled slightly, however, and turned his head to Robin. "Makes more sense to send you out on missions, anyway. Ensure our newbie hits the ground running."

Samael watched in the rearview as Robin's eyes rolled toward Morris. "You don't gotta worry about me, Blue. By the looks of it, you got hit by the ground enough for both of us."

"Robin!" Y'vonne scolded. "Isn't there some kinda grace period before you start making fun of teammates?"

"Ah, it's fine, it'll inspire me to think up something more creative than 'Legs'," Morris replied with a dismissive wave. His eyes shifted back to Robin. "Besides, if I got my ass handed to me by the ground, it looks like his got fed to a blender. Those legs aren't the only scars, now that I'm looking."

"I never understood comparing battle wounds," Y'vonne huffed, crossing her arms. "The whole point is to not get hit in combat. And don't tell me it's just a 'guy thing', I've heard Arizona and CT joining in."

Samael opened his maw to respond, but Morris spoke up first. "Actually, the whole point is to survive." Robin's tight expression was visible despite the quivering mirror. "I think it's alright to celebrate that. At least for me, they're a reminder why I'm still here."

"Aw, I like that..." Aslan murmured. Samael glanced over to see the big guy nodding slowly. "And I, um. I don't even have any, myself."

Y'vonne bobbed her head after a moment or two. "Yeah, that's fair. Don't get me wrong, either -- the only reason Aslan and I still got all our pieces is because of the crazy guys like you." She peered between the other three. "We couldn't do what we do without you all covering our butts. But!" She held up a finger with a squint that Samael imagined worked wonders on unruly schoolchildren. "That doesn't mean we want you getting any new scars, either! We aren't just here to look pretty."

"Yeah, that's my job," Samael added with a wink.

"Looking pretty short," Robin taunted, earning an entertained middle finger.

Morris chuckled and turned back toward the ex-teacher. "Hey, we're lucky to have you two -- hell, I wish I had people like you back in the army. Sometimes it took two weeks just to get more ammo sent...you know, in the middle of a Holy War where the goal is to shoot the other side." He shook his head bemusedly before his features settled into a grimace. "But at the end of the day, this is still a war. We aren't gonna get anywhere without a fight."

"At least Roadkill here gets it," Robin remarked. "All this undercover spy shit feels like some boring foreplay to a real fun beatdown. You sure we can't just show up to this place and cut to the part where we start catching bullets?"

"I was, erm. Never really good at sports, I'd rather not try and. Um. Catch anything," Aslan mumbled.

"Robin's jus' excited, I'm sure," Samael interjected before he peered over a shoulder. "He ain't had no problems with the plan."

Morris grunted and nodded while eyeing Robin. "Our job is to keep them safe. But..." He tilted his head thoughtfully. "I don't doubt Red's gonna have our backs if the shit hits the fan. Easy to see he lives for this stuff. Wouldn't have wanted to see his mug on the other side of the battlefield."

Robin sprouted a crooked grin, tearing his eyes away from the window once more to stare at Morris. "Other way around for me, cabron. I'd love to square off with you. I bet ya don't pull your punches the way Shorty does."

Samael avoided his jovial retort, instead watching as Morris offered Robin a half-smile. "You're right about that. I don't think we can afford to hold back." He paused to meet Samael's eyes in the mirror, "No offense." Samael raised a hand in reassurance while Morris looked back to Robin. "But I also like to know what it is I'm punching. Makes it a little more satisfying."

Robin shrugged. "Target's a target."

"Yeah, but nothing feels better than hitting the right one," Morris concluded.

Robin fell silent, eventually turning his head back to the window.

Aslan was the first to speak again, pointing through the windshield at an approaching fence line. "There's the place. Y'vonne, can you, uh..."

"Check the paperwork for the twelfth time?" she finished with a playful laugh. "On it, dear."

She reached into the cargo bay for a thin briefcase. popping it open to rifle through the neatly-organized documents. "Okay, IDs for Aslan and Samael..." She held out two badges that Aslan accepted with a sheepish smile. "Remember, Sammy -- you're the new guy. Do your best to look nervous."

"Aw shit, mah toughest role yet," Samael chortled, examining the reinforced entry gate flanked by a sturdy guard shack. "I got you, mama."

"Robin, Morris, you're both on loan from the Qoppan field office. They should give you your badges once they confirm the requisition." She waved a small stack of papers around and then used them to tap Samael's shoulder. "Whenever you're ready."

Samael nodded and shifted lanes so he could steer them into the driveway for the facility emblazoned with the Hexagon logo. The guards were noticeably more alert than their counterpart at the Red depot as two uniformed chupas strode briskly out of the structure to greet their vehicle, their rifles clutched loosely to their chests.

Samael brought the truck to a halt so he could roll down his window and holler to the pair. "Hey there, fellas! We're here to uhh...uhmmm..."

One of the guards moved toward him with a frown before tilting his head as Y'vonne called out from her window. "Sorry, he's new! We've got a manifest for a delivery, order 10233-B." Samael rubbed the back of his head with a lame smile while clutching his badge to show off to the guard, who looked between him and Y'vonne. His performance did as intended, earning him only a dismissive snort and cursory glance at his identification. "Destination is Honkal Beta Testing," she added as she lifted her stack of paperwork. "I think we're a little early."

"A little?" A third Hexagon grunt poked his head out from the shack. "Almost three periods early! 10233-B isn't scheduled until 5700 tonight!"

Y'vonne shrugged and gestured toward Aslan. "They wanted us to bring an engineer, and you gotta know how hard it is to schedule those guys."

Samael glanced over and tried not to smile at Aslan's small pout. "Hey..." Aslan mumbled, producing just enough false dejection to be believable.

"Yeah, that's fair," the third guard grumbled. "Bring me their papers..."

The guy nearest the vehicle thrust out a hand while squinting into the back seat. "Two escorts? Bit much for a single transport..."

Robin spoke up first, drawing a sidelong glance from Samael in the rearview. "Have ya seen the new guy? Drives like he's still back home. And I know ya heard his accent, so I'm sure you can put two and two together..."

The corner of Samael's muzzle quirked upward as Morris flashed a small grin and added: "His manager wanted the extra protection in case he fucks up on the way. His first long haul and all that..."

"Aww, guys, c'mon..." Samael whined, squirming with manufactured embarrassment.

The guard with the paperwork smirked and eyed Samael for another second or two before flipping between the pages. "I see what you mean." He raised his voice and turned his head over a shoulder. "The req has both of them listed!"

"Cool. Now unless you want to punch in the goddamn info...bring me their fucking papers."

"Christ, yeah, yeah, calm your tuft, asshole," Paper-Guy muttered, waving his free hand to Samael. "Pull up to the gate. Riley will lead you guys to the dock once Douchenozzle finishes with the log..."

"You're a douchenozzle," Douchenozzle grumbled as Paper-Guy strode over with the stack of documents.

"Just let us know if anything needs clarification!" Y'vonne called out pleasantly before she glanced at her fellow rebels with a relieved smile. "We'll be out of your hair in no time..."

Samael lounged with one hand on the open hatch of the truck, watching Aslan turn a grenade over in his hands. "They've modified the shell," Aslan muttered. His eyes darted to Y'vonne, then to Samael as a small frown crested his features. "You'd need a Hexagon rifle now just to--"

"What's the hold-up??" The trio lifted their heads as another armed guard shouldered past Morris and Robin to glower at Aslan. "These were already packaged for transportation, they're fine!" He huffed and scratched at his muzzle as he let his assault rifle hang at his side. "We're late for our break, man..."

Aslan glanced at his companions again before replying with little of his usual hesitance. "They were packaged for transportation by dropship. But now it's going over-land, and unless you want both our bosses to chew us out for blowing a n-new hole somewhere in the, um, the middle of Honkal, we need more padding!"

The impatient guard leaned back somewhat while raising a hand. "Geezus, alright, sorry," he mumbled, torn between frustrated and admonished. "Just...just get your guys to load the last crate, and I'll go. Find. More padding."

He stalked away and Aslan exhaled, his shoulders immediately scrunching together. "We better hurry, guys..."

Y'vonne touched his arm encouragingly. "Great job, that was quick thinking."

"An' don't worry 'bout the grenades," Samael chirped, leaning to the side to watch Morris and Robin haul the final box from the dock toward their vehicle. "We'll figger summin' out with 'em, yer a smart dude!"

Aslan smiled lamely. "I'm sure we can--"

"Stop, stop, stop, we gotta problem, everyone stop!"

Samael frowned as one of the guards from the gate jogged into the sharp circle of illumination from the piercing spotlight above. It might have been Douchenozzle if he had to guess.

"A problem?" Morris called out, drawing the attention of the three or four guards. Their attention shifted to Morris and Robin, halfway to the truck with a crate hefted between them. "Give us a sec to get this to the trunk."

Samael's hand drifted into the cargo bay so his fingers could close around the handgun tucked beneath the cheap upholstery. He caught Y'vonne's concerned stare and tipped his head slightly to one side. She bit her lip and nudged Aslan's hip before edging toward the other side of the vehicle.

"I said stop!" Douchenozzle barked while preemptively gripping his rifle with both hands. "We just got a message that the pickup team for 10233-B was en route and would be arriving earlier than expected." Samael exchanged a glance with Y'vonne and Aslan while Morris and Robin stood with the box still in their arms. "Except apparently you're already here."

"Well yeah, we already talked 'bout how we're early! Jus' like they said!" Samael responded with a bright smile. "They was laughin' at me, but I told 'em I was quick behind the wheel!"

Douchenozzle wrinkled his muzzle, his bluster partially fading as he stared at Samael for a moment. "Well..." But when Robin took a step, the guard twitched and then half-raised the assault rifle toward him. "Put down the box! We gotta sort this out. They also said there would only be four of you...and that you'd be in a company van."

The two other guards nearest Douchenozzle moved closer with matching frowns, one of them shouldering his weapon. Aslan and Y'vonne shifted their weight uncomfortably, but Robin provided a greater distraction as he groaned loudly while releasing his side of the crate.

Morris wheezed and attempted to heft it himself, but only managed to slow its descent. Everyone but Robin winced as it slammed into the asphalt with an ominous clatter.

"What the fuck, be careful!" another guard choked out. "That shit's explosive!!"

"Fuck you, puta, it's also heavy as shit," Robin declared, turning around to face the encroaching security team. "So what, we got an extra guy. Whaddya gonna do, shoot us?"

"Whoa, whoa, this is mah first real delivery, I don't want this on my record!" Samael wailed, masking the click of the pistol's safety. "I'm sorry I drive too fast..."

"Everyone just shut up!" Douchenozzle ordered as his eyes darted between the five impostors. "We're gonna sit right here and wait for management..."

Samael bit the inside of his cheek while three more guards moved in, forming a loose half-circle around them. They were kind of fucked for cover, having only their own vehicle, a few concrete barriers and an assortment of shipping containers nearby. They could run the risk of waiting it out and attempting to smooth things over with the higher-ups, but this was no half-assed Red or Blue base burdened by the bureaucracy of the House. And since Y'vonne and Aslan weren't experienced fighters, that put their odds at six to three, and no one in their right mind would --

"Damn, Shorty. I think they're onto us," Robin commented bluntly.

Samael grit his teeth as Douchenozzle turned his eyes slowly toward Robin, who tilted his head somewhat and then added: "Oh shit, unless you pendejos still thought we were legit, my bad."

"They're dirty!" someone shouted before a burst of gunfire clipped Robin's shoulder. He grunted and flinched away, then grinned and dashed forward while Morris released his end of the crate so he could sprint toward the back of the truck as two or three hesitant gunshots joined the first.

A chorus of confused yelling filled the night air while Douchenozzle yelped a warning about the explosives. Samael cursed and lunged forward with the pistol, briefly meeting Morris's eyes and trading a silent directive. He dropped to a knee and fired several times at the nearest guard while behind him, Morris grabbed Y'vonne and Aslan by their wrists to yank them to safety.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, open fire!"

"Hold your fucking fire, those are fucking grenades!"

Samael ignored the irate back-and-forth, diving behind a concrete barrier as several rounds screamed past. He'd seen his target collapse with an agonized wail, and a quick peek around the opposite side of his cover revealed Robin pummeling a different guard. His arm ran thick with crimson but it hardly seemed to slow the vicious tempo of his fists as his muted features flickered with unnatural excitement.

Samael heard one of the remaining guards shout a command to break for cover and he took a moment to glance back to see Morris taking position behind the bullet-riddled truck, his rifle leveled atop the roof as Y'vonne and Aslan crouched at his side. Samael breathed out quickly, then checked around the barrier again to see three of the four guards sprinting to better positions as the last turned toward Robin with a furious shout.

Samael popped up with the handgun, sending a salvo of rounds toward the guard to drop him before his eyes bulged when he spotted several more figures racing toward them. "Robin! Get back here!"

But Robin only glanced at him as he raced past Samael's target and toward the trio of regrouping guards.

"Shit!" Samael hopped the barrier to chase after Robin, lifting the pistol and slinging the last few rounds toward a guard taking aim at them. The bullets pounded into the shipping container next to the guard's head, and he ducked back into cover to give the two rebels a brief window of safety. "Goddammit, Robin!"

He grabbed Robin's shoulder and half-shoved him into the other side of the container as they slammed into the corrugated steel together, temporarily out of range of the three gunmen.

"What the fuck're you doin'?!" he shouted, staring up as Robin spun around to grin back at him.

"My fuckin' job, gatito! We ain't gettin' outta here until these babosos are on the fuckin' ground!" Robin growled as his eyes glowed eagerly. He broke for the edge of the container again, stopped only by Samael grabbing the back of his armored vest.

"There's another platoon comin' down! Our guys gonna be fish in a barrel!"

Robin twitched and Samael caught the swift glance back to Morris and the other two rebels before he slapped away Samael's arm. "Then ya better get back to 'em -- I got this."

Samael grimaced but shook his head vehemently. "We got this," he muttered before jerking his head up while lacing his fingers together to form a impromptu sling. "You go up top, I'll draw 'em to the right."

Robin eyed him for a moment, then nodded his agreement as he hopped up to plant a prosthetic leg into Samael's palms. Samael grunted with the effort of hauling the larger chupa upward, his arms flexing as he launched Robin toward the top of the shipping container.

"Yeah, I know, I'll fuck him later as a thank you," Robin announced in a low voice as he scrabbled onto the roof. Samael blinked up at him in confusion before focusing himself as he saw a shadow approaching the corner.

He lunged forward and thrust a hand out, catching the barrel of the rifle that nearly unloaded a flurry of bullets into him. Samael jerked the gun out of its owner's grip, then used it to bash the bewildered guard between the eyes. The second gunman snarled and swung his rifle toward him, only to give a muffled yelp when a flying knee descended into his muzzle from above.

Robin smashed the guy into the asphalt, clearing a line of sight to the third guard in the midst of pointing his weapon at Samael. Samael's finger was swifter, unleashing a rapid burst into the Hexagon-stamped breastplate. His armor successfully caught the rounds, but he stumbled backward from the impact with a gasp.

Samael lurched forward, catching Robin's eye and trusting the unspoken exchange as he vaulted across Robin's back. His companion arched his spine to send Samael flying even faster into the dazed guard, tackling him with enough momentum for them to both crash into a wooden packing crate.

Samael's fist plowed into the guard's cheekbone, followed by the blur of an elbow that knocked him into drooling unconsciousness. His instincts screamed and he twisted his head around in time to see Robin leap between him and the first guard, now shakily extending a toward them pistol. The sidearm barked twice, pounding two rounds into Robin's chest and shoulder but failing to stop his reckless charge.

A third report fired uselessly into the sky as Robin pummeled the guard's jaw with an uppercut. Behind them, Samael's hands scrabbled over the combat gear of the chupa beneath him to find a knife and yank it from its holster. "Robin!"

Robin looked over a shoulder as Samael lobbed the knife through the air. His hand shot out and caught it nimbly by the handle so he could sink the blade into the guard's neck with one smooth motion. Samael whispered a prayer while climbing back to his feet and ripping a hefty piece of wood from the destroyed crate. "You okay?!"

"Cool it, cabron, ain't gotta dodge if it ain't gonna kill me," Robin snapped before he glanced back to Samael with a crooked grin. "All good, Shorty. Catch."

Samael had little chance to show confusion as Robin pitched the handgun toward him He caught it in his off hand and then blanched when Robin broke into a sprint toward the sound of gunfire peppering their vehicle. "W-wait, goddammit!" Samael cried out, fumbling to once more pursue his fellow rebel. "We cain't just -- shit, get down!"

A spray of machine gun ammunition peppered them from an elevated platform, forcing Robin to twist his body to the side. A lucky round punched through his thigh, but he only stumbled once and continued forward with what must have been blind faith in Samael. Samael cursed and swung the pistol up to nearly empty the clip at the distant target, only able to assume he hit his mark by the faint cry and an abrupt halt in the automatic gunfire.

Five or six Hexagon guards remained in a semi-cohesive cluster near the truck, closing on Morris, Y'vonne and Aslan. But one of the armored chupas whipped his head around at the sight of Robin racing toward them, calling out over the din: "Contact, left!!"

They all shifted toward the intrusion, giving Morris a precious moment of freedom to lunge up from cover and fling a cylindrical object toward the platoon. "Red! Eyes and ears!" he shouted; a warning he no doubt hoped his teammate would understand.

Samael threw an arm over his face an instant before the flashbang detonated in the middle of the guards with a deafening bloom of light. He was far enough away it only mildly irritated his ears, allowing him to shake away the worst of it as he lowered his arm to see Robin mirroring the motion with barely a loss in his momentum. He'd understood just fine.

Robin dove for the nearest guard, whose staggered stance provided ample opportunity to interrupt the sluggish repositioning of his rifle. Samael frowned when Robin still took a shot through his upper arm before slamming a fist into the guard's throat. Reminded him a lot of the fight atop the train.

There was no time to contemplate as he sprinted into the mass of dizzied guards, his purloined handgun already arcing toward someone's cheek. Bone cracked, and he gambled on consciousness following suit. The broken plank in his other hand crashed into the next guard to loosen his fingers from a pistol that Samael batted away. He grabbed the guy's wrist, yanking him down into an unforgiving elbow to crumple him effortlessly.

His eyes darted back to Robin, who had just snapped someone's leg with no visible regard for the agonized wails of mercy. Robin glanced up as another guard rushed in with a baton. His eyes remained blank as he continued to twist the mutilated leg and allowed the first, wild blow to bash into his arm. Samael grit his teeth and barely avoided a swing from his left before shouting Robin's name while tossing the hefty piece of wood.

Robin looked toward him in time for his instincts to snatch the improvised weapon from the air. He snorted and swiftly blocked a second attack with it before releasing his victim's leg to instead shoulder into his new opponent. "I toldja I was gonna get him next!" he growled to someone Samael couldn't see. Another stray bullet glanced off his side as he proceeded to crack the slab of wood against his aggressor's face. "And I'll get him after that, puta..."

Samael cursed and stepped nimbly to the inside of a submachine gun before it could point at his chest, looping his free arm around the gunman's. He brought his opponent to his knees, then leveled his pistol over the incapacitated guard's shoulder to direct two rounds into the guy firing at Robin.

Robin glared at Samael like he'd stolen his meal. Samael huffed but turned his attention back to the guard reeling from the too-close blast of his handgun. He laid a sharp punch across his cheek and knocked him to his back, then lifted his head to check on Robin.

"Open ya eyes, gatito!" Robin chided. Samael blanched at the hulking shadow towering over him, twisting on a foot as a massive guard materialized at his back. A boulder-sized fist knocked Samael into the air, his eyes bulging as spittle rained down from his jaws on the tail of the wheeze that rushed out. But a Robin-shaped streak dashed past him before a follow-up punch could crush him back into the concrete below.

He dropped unsteadily onto his paws, granted a moment to gather his senses as Robin unloaded a barrage of blurring blows into the giant's upper body. Samael shook out his head while stumbling toward his teammate before widening his eyes as a momentous haymaker caught Robin in the jaw and launched him backward.

Samael was there, however, throwing his arms wide to catch his companion. The impact knocked them several steps back, but Robin was swift to grunt what might have been appreciation before he shoved off Samael's stout frame. He dashed toward the Hexagon-stamped beast and took a jab to the muzzle. Blood sprayed and Robin dropped to his knees.

Samael sprinted forward as Robin planted a palm and twisted his body on the ground, whipping a metal leg out to hook around the guard's ankle. Samael leaped into the air without hesitation as if they'd rehearsed prior to the mission, his fist halfway to the guard's cheek. Robin's maneuver had caused the titan to relinquish his control over gravity, which drove Samael's knuckles that much harder into his jawbone.

It sent a shockwave down Samael's arm, but the collision forced the brute into a half-step backward. Samael planted his paws against the guy's barrel-like chest and then shoved with all his might. He expected to crash heavily into the asphalt, but he instead found a supportive arm against his spine, guiding him back to his paws before Robin lunged after the off-balance guard. Samael took chase as well, watching Robin step on the air itself to climb atop the guard's chest.

As Robin stomped down to direct the guard toward the unforgiving parking lot, Samael dove for one of his legs. The ground itself shook when his upper body smashed down, and Robin delivered a vicious follow-up kick beneath the beast's chin while Samael wrenched the trunk-like leg to the side. He grimaced at the tearing of sinew and the agonizing snap of bone before he and his teammate both hopped away from the heaving mass of chupa. The monster of a guard attempted vaguely to sit up but managed little more than a ragged moan as he collapsed back into the shallow crater.

Three loud cracks from behind drew Samael's attention and he twisted his head around to observe a final guard wilting to the pavement. Morris lowered his rifle and then gestured impatiently at the duo. "We gotta move!"

Samael nodded and took a step, then hesitated. Right. Robin.

"C'mon, buddy, much as I know you wanna 'nother round," he announced while grasping into Robin's wrist to yank him toward the vehicle.

Robin's eyes shifted to him...no, to a spot somewhere to his left. "He ain't the first one I fought side-by-side with, puta," Robin muttered.

Samael frowned and tugged his arm again, this time landing Robin's gaze directly. "You good, hon?"

His companion's expression fell flat once again. "Thought we had to go, gatito. Why ya still yappin'??"

Samael's frown deepened. They really needed to talk, but now wasn't the time. He and Robin jogged back toward the utility vehicle as the alarms blared around them, convincing Samael to stumble into a full sprint.

Samael slammed the hatch of the truck shut, then circled around to Morris briefly checking over Aslan and Y'vonne. "Y'all all good? Any holes ain't s'posed to be there?"

"Just the ones I use to piss myself," Y'vonne mumbled. Her eyes flicked to Robin as he trotted up languidly, her expression immediately growing concerned. "Geezus, what about you guys?!?"

Robin looked down at himself and then shrugged as he waited for Aslan to squeeze sheepishly into the front seat before opening the rear door. "Said our job was to keep you guys safe. You look safe to me."

"The goal is still to not die trying," Morris grumbled. His own worried gaze betrayed his flat tone and his eyes darted to Samael as he joined Y'vonne in the back seat. "They're both fine and I just got grazed. Do we need to stop for a triage on the way back? Looks like Robin has more blood on the outside..."

Samael gave a blank expression as he hopped behind the wheel and fired up the engine. "Stop fer a wut?"

"Um, emergency first aid," Aslan provided as he glanced over his shoulder with his own bout of lip-chewing. "For. For Robin."

"Said I'm fine. Patch up at base," Robin replied. "Drive, Shorty."

Samael looked at Morris in the rearview before forcing a small smile and shoving the truck into gear. "Gettin' us gone. Robin sez he's good, he's good. We'll hit up the doc when we get back..." He slammed the accelerator down and whipped them in a tight circle before making a beeline for the entrance. "Heads down, gonna run the gate. Ain't stoppin' fer shit, so buckle up!"

Robin snorted as Morris smiled through his apprehensive features. "Switch with me, Y'vonne. Someone's gotta hold Red down so he doesn't try and climb through the window for another beating..."

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