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That Lucky West Wind (2/?)

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She was never certain how the art of espionage was performed, and even at this moment it made little sense to her. They were just as confined to the inside as Picus was, being told to patrol the upper level. It was boring and tedious and required taking orders from men who were most definitely not her superiors. Near the end of their rounds she was considering asking Vulpes to shoot her in the foot just to give her something to actually think about, but before she could even mumble the words to him one of the higher ups approached them.

It was a woman, mid-length chocolate brown hair falling to her shoulders. She could have been pretty, if not for the uniform she wore. “Hey, you two over there!”

Vulpes had made it blatantly clear that she shouldn’t speak unless spoken to and that she should mirror everything he did. So when he saluted the woman, she resigned herself to do the same. At least one thing could never be taken away from her in this horrid disguise—she could keep her frown for as long as she wanted, nobody would question. The wastes were a bitch, after all.

“How can we help you, Lieutenant?” Vulpes kept conversation quick and to the point, most likely for her sake. The Lieutenant, Carling, she told them to call her, was sizing them both up, a smirk on her pretty pink lips.

“You boys at the end of your shift? How about you come back with me for a little bit? I haven’t had a break since the monorail got blown up, and you two look like the answer to my prayers. I haven’t seen a fresh face in months, let me tell you.” Valence couldn’t control the look of disgust that plastered itself on her face. Vulpes was a better actor than she was.

“No thank you, Lieutenant. I’m afraid we’ll have to pass you up on the offer.” He clapped a hand roughly on Valence’s back, apparently some sort of friendly military gesture. She wasn’t a fan of it, seeing as how it had surprised her enough to nearly trigger her own combat instincts. Fortunately for everyone the only weapon she had on hand was a service rifle.

Lieutenant Carling frowned, rolling her eyes at the two of them. “What are you two, fuck buddies or something? Gay like those Legion bastards?”

Valence took pride in the fact that she was able to turn her quickly overburdening anger into a completely neutral face, something she didn’t know she was capable of. Perhaps somewhere in her subconscious she was reminded of Vulpes’ whispered information of her promotion, and the warning that she be on her best behavior.

Vulpes only laughed at her crude comment, shaking his head. “No, nothing like that. I’ve got a girl back home, and he’s married with a child on the way.” The excuse was a good one, something she wouldn’t have thought up herself in her rage. Carling looked at least… vaguely understanding of the necessities of being faithful to ones partner. The woman rolled her eyes.