The Protocol

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The drive was uneventful, aside from a few dirty side eyes from Sage and your rather loud and playful back-and-forth banter with Phoenix. Cypher asked you a few questions about your progress with the cartel. You told him it was naturally slow, taking down a cartel takes time. All the planning that goes into it is strenuous at some times, and then the execution of everything has to be flawless as well. It's a tedious, high risk-high reward type thing.


Brimstone parked the vehicle outside of the ship. Phoenix was the first to jump out, then you after him. As Brinstone jumped out of the car, the side door to the ship opened, Inside the ship was mostly as expected. The hull itself was no more than the size of your living room, seats lined all along the walls. 


 As you took it all in, a figure emerged from the cockpit. His presence was ghastly and eerie.


"Still holding up, Omen?" Sage asked as she brushed past you.


"For now," came the reply, his voice a dry rasp, like wind scraping against stone. It was unsettling, making you wonder what had happened to him.


Omen's gaze shifted to you, his dark eyes narrowing. "This is the new one?" he asked, seemingly disappointed. Though you couldn't really read him with his face covered or masked.


Sage nodded, pulling Omen aside to speak in hushed tones. You removed your helmet, revealing scars etched from countless battles. As you did, Brimstone approached, arms crossed, his expression stern but welcoming.


"We'll be at HQ in an hour. Once there, we'll put you through basic combat certification. After that, you'll officially be part of the Protocol." He gave you a solid pat on the arm, his rough hand a testament to his character. "Welcome aboard, kid. And, uh, sorry about your door."


You nodded, the gesture was small but genuine.


 "Thanks." you said quickly.


It was clear Brimstone noticed your reserved demeanor, his awkward nod indicating he understood. You weren't exactly thrilled to be here, your priorities were finding answers and maybe spending some bro time with Jamie, nothing more.


"Oi Mate-" Jamie nudged you, a smug smirk on his face. You glanced at him expectantly while fiddling with your Hand cannon. You knew that smirk to well, and he only wore it when he wanted to talk to you about something very specific.


Females.


"No." You said quickly.


Jamie kept his smirk but playfully widened his eyes and held his hands up defensively,  "What? I didn't even say anything." 


"You want to talk about females." You said, a smile tugging on your lips. "We both know the last thing I need is a nice girl to settle down with."


Wait... You thought.


Phoenix's smile melted into a frown, "You- You like men, then?" he asked with a tone of seriousness, taking a step back with wide eyes.

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