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Ch 14: O'Malley returns to the frey

"Hey, can you not stop that for two seconds?"

Grif asked Donut. He has been listening to Donut make jet pack noises for the last 20 minutes. His patience was worn thin.

"Come on Agent-" Donut clears his throat, he then starts to says in a deep voice, "Come on Agent Grif, we've got to hurry if you want to save the princess from the evil goblin."

'What princess? I thought you were pretending to be in a spy movie." Grif questioned the consistency of Donut's imagination.

"Look, my secret spy character gets to marry a beautiful princess in a castle, alright? Deal with it!" Donut said defensively.

Grif sighs. "Donut, can you go find some higher ground or something?"

And away from him.

"But we're on higher ground now." Donut counter.

"Why don't you use your jetpack to get to the highest ground?" Grif reasoned.

So he can get Donut further away from him.

"Good idea!" Donut exclaims, "I bet the Blues won't think of that.

"(Sigh) No, if they were that stupid we probably would've won by now." Grif said, knowing Donut wouldn't catch on to his obvious plan.

"Secret Agent Donut, to the rescue!" Donut says, like he's an action hero. He then proceeded to make jetpack noises as he started to run off.

Grif watches Donut start running towards the bottom of the cliffs. "I could just shoot him and say the Blues did it. No one would really suspect a thing."

Ultimately he wouldn't. Mainly because he didn't feel like making up an excuse.

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O'Malley had survived. Somehow, O'Malley had managed to survive Tex's attempted assassination. To say O'Malley was upset about his partner trying to assassinate him was an understatement.

He just wanted to murder. He wasn't allowed even a little murder. He didn't care who it was, he just wanted to crush some heads. Even literal insects would've been fine! But nooooo, they had to avoid the director and his freelancer's.

Why couldn't he just murder some literal insects? Sure they would possibly leave some stains on the armor, but it would be enough. Not like mud, sand and grease don't leave stains.

"Now come on, O'Malley. I think you need to work on your curving murder cravings. Let's do some yoga together!" Doc said to try and cheer him up.

Oh right. He forgot for a minute that he was with the medic failure.

"I'm not a failure! I'm in training!" Doc corrected.

"I think your catchphrase says otherwise." O'Malley pointed out.

"But it's not a catchphrase though."

"You do realize that just makes it even worse."

While he was grateful for him basically saving his life, didn't mean he had to like him. Especially since he wouldn't shut up about doing yoga and finding Zen.

He's an Artificial intelligence broke off from an AI that was constantly being tortured. He was meant to help the Alpha with rage, but turned into a full blown AI. He was pissed when he found out about his origin. Now he had to find a way to get revenge.

"I am going to turn ever person at Project Freelancer into a bloody paste." O'Malley said to the medic.

"You know, I really think we should try a non-violent approach to resolve this." Doc argued against.