Don't Tell Them

Chapter 2

warnings: blood, gore, cursing

words: 1720

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It wasn't even a day into their trip, but Red didn't really care. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner they could go home. But he had to find his partner in crime first so that they could team up if needed. 'I need to find the other imposter. But how?' the strawberry-red spaceman wondered, pondering the deepest depths of his mind for possible answers and approaches. His problem was solved soon enough, however. All at once, he heard sounds from his communications.

"Hello?"

Red vaguely recognized the voice, but he couldn't put a name to it. "Who is this? Are you with the Licronian Clan?" he interrogated the intruding voice through his communications.

"Who's asking?" the gruff voice sounded from the other end.

Red grumbled. "I'm asking. Listen, I want you to meet me in Security in about 3 minutes. Got it?" he commanded. A brief second passed before he received a reply. "Alright. I can do that."

Red stood still and released some pent-up air from his lungs. 'That was easier than I thought.' he grinned to himself, starting towards Security through the hallways and corridors. Soon enough, he took his first step into the room filled with computers and camera views. It seemed he was early since the other imposter wasn't there yet. Realizing this, he decided to sit down at the desk and pretend to complete some paperwork. Sometime later, he was interrupted when a relatively tall figure appeared in the doorway. At a quick glance, he could tell who he was working with. He put two and two together with the voice he heard over the communications and the color standing in front of him right now. "I'm working with you?" Red muttered, somewhat happier. His new partner had a strict history of completing his missions, no matter what. He felt confident about the slightly shorter male.

"Yeah, yeah. I don't wanna be here any more than you do, baby."

"Well, it's showing. And don't call me 'baby', dumbass."

"Get over it. No one cares." the other astronaut snapped.

"Ugh. Just get over here. We need to discuss our plan of action before someone walks in on us." Red commanded.

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Red went to the dorms after meeting up with the other imposter. He wanted to pull a special item out of his bag for later.

He then made his way from the dorms into the cafeteria. He stood by the big round table and looked around briefly before pressing the button on his communications receiver.

"It's time." the man said to both himself and his partner, through his special communications earpiece. "Okay." the other replied in a husky voice. "Don't get caught."

"Thanks for the advice," Red grumbled sarcastically. "Really helpful." He signed off of the conversation and exited the corridor into Weapons. Yellow was sitting in the chair, shooting down asteroids.

"Hey, dude!" Yellow said. She had heard footsteps from behind her, indicating that there was someone else with her in the room. She decided to be nice. "What are you doing here?" No response.

"Man, I can't turn my head to talk to you right now. You're gonna have to speak up if you want me to talk to you." The other astronaut rounded the chair. They were now in full view. "Dude, you're kind of distracti-" Yellow stopped short as the man pulled out a sharp knife from behind him. "Uhm...Whatcha got there, R-Red?"

"Oh, just a razor-sharp blade...hand-crafted specifically for killing people like you." Red began, nearing the female in the chair. Yellow couldn't run if she wanted to. That would risk her missing an astroid. In other words, she was trapped.