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“Roy, I swear to God.” A hand wipes up the blood leaking from the corner of his jaw; his eyes, as wild as they were, held little to no interest in what was happening. “Why the hell do you insist on blowing that shit up near us?! Jesus fucking christ.” 

Dragging his thumb through the mess of blood, Michael willed himself to calm the fuck down and take a breather. When battles like these hit, he could understand that Roy was under a lot of stress. Michael shouldn’t snap at him like that....

“Just keep an eye out. Jesus. Promise I ain’t a Spy.” The remainder is spat out onto the ground while his chaingun is deposited beside him. Out of sight of other Mercenaries, there was more than enough time to  catch his breath. The battle would be over shortly anyhow.

“Would’ja mind?” Michael gestures to the scraps of what remained. “Think you can quickly rebuild one? Rod’s been coverin’ Greg a lot this time ‘round.”

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“So uh...” Yep, he’s really going to ask. He’ll regret it later. “How’d you even make those legs?”

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I wouldn't be surprised if Fred found his promised suitcase money and then Noped it out of there

“The only option now is to brutally murder a Dell Conagher.”

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“Hi.” 

The words come out stiffly and uncomfortably. Well, it’s not everyday you’re ripped out of prison and forced to join a group of mercenaries. But, whatever, killing people seemed a lot more easier than rotting away in containment for the next ten or twenty years. 

Now if only Michael didn’t hate people.

Every so often he’d see someone walk by, greet him, and move on when they realized that he wasn’t very sociable. Except this new one, a short yet sturdy man, didn’t seem to WANT to move on. If there was one thing he picked out from his ramblings it was his name. Roy. And the fact that he was an Engineer. 

Both in title and job. 

“It’s Michael, if you’re curious...or whatever.” Not one for small talk, was he?