Spinel (RHG)

Entry 4

Base Alpha.
7/6/20XX
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Spinel pulled the loosened vent cover away from the wall. Crawling inside she pulled the vent shut behind her and turned around to face the long, thin tunnel stretching out before her.

She slid along the smooth metal ventilation shaft and shivered in the numbing cold metal. Even with her large cloak that she had dubbed her usual attire, she was still freezing from the snow storm outside and the cold vents weren't helping

Voices coiled up from the rooms she passed below like winding smoke and she often paused to listen before moving on once she deemed them worthless.

"Would it really be that hard to design smaller vents?" She snorted under her breath.

"Still here." Cuba sighed from over the cracking connection. "Your cooking up some bull shit I know it."

"What? No! Who would never dream of such a distasteful thing?!" Spinel drawled "Have some faith."

Cuba sighed. "Oh how could I ever doubt you with an argument like that"  he quipped distastefully. Spinel could almost feel the level headed pyromaniac's glare even with the large gap between them.

The young man on the other side of the earpiece growled slightly. This was her first serious A rank mission and Spinel was streaming sarcastic, unfunny and weak comments every other second. Cuba sighed once more in annoyance.

"Listen, Spinel. I'm just going to cut to the chase." Cuba snapped. "I know your mind is set on some crazy plan. What are you planning?"

Spinel was silent for a moment. She had paused at a intersection in the vents, iron tunnels stretching out ether side of her into a shadowy void.
The young assassin was plainly disgruntled, her limbs were stiff and her bones felt numb. She swiftly made the decision to cut strait to the chase.
"Cuba, I need you to blow up the escape route."

"I'm sorry, what?"

Spinel sighed impatiently. "Escape route. Bomb. Tunnel go bye bye."

"...."

"No."

The next few words Spinel spoke were dripping in honeyed sarcasm in a sickly sweet voice. "Cuba, won't you help a poor lil' helpless maiden in distress. A little C4 here and a small distraction there."

"No way. Everyone of your plans gave always been Saw level stupid."

"And" Spinel asked, honey still dripping from her low voice. "How many times have my plans failed?"

"How many times have they almost killed us?"

Spinel sighed, dropping the sickeningly sweet tone and instead opted for hissing through the earpiece. "All I need is a little favour, all I ask is for you to trust me."

"All offence meant, but you're not exactly the text book definition of trustworthy."

Spinel rolled her eyes and her fingers absently fiddled with the sniper rifle strapped secure to her back.  "You want to have this argument with me of all people? Not exactly your most shining genius moment. It's a very large building. Must take a long time to patrol. You could only check up on every spot every few hours if somehow the patrols disappeared. Hiding large several feet tall objects can't be that hard."

"Was that a poorly veiled threat?"

"Why yes, yes it was." She drawled agitatedly.

". . . . One failed mission coming right up."

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Cuba snapped the line shut angrily before Spinel could answer. His blood boiled under his skin and he growled slightly.
It was moments like this that made his fingers itch with sparks and his skin sizzle.

Spinel infuriated him.

The female mercenary had made it a personal goal to see how far she could stretch him. His easily agitated personality was always lit even when he tried to put on a calm persona.

Rage could be easily manipulated by her. So he swallowed his anger down and set his face strait. He was lucky no one had seen him break character so easily. His calm mask had been slowly wearing away with time and his eyes burned white hot through his skull.

The pyromaniac's fingers danced with hot sparks. The small flames burning hot over his skin. Cuba relished in the heat and clenched his fist, the flames in his palm dancing forth. The burning sparks blossomed upward into a blazing flame that lit the up dark and Cuba reached up and unhooked the staff from his back.

She wanted a explosion huh? She was going to get one.

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Your best friend.

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OMG! I haven't updated in weeks! Sorry but I have a butt ton of home work and I still do. I am procrastinating my arse off in the middle of the night to write this 'cause I got bored.
Sorry the chapter is so short! :( I will alternate between stories a lot so the next chapter might follow some one new and I'll come back to Cuba's and Spinel's misadventures later. (Pro tip: read the info things that come up in some chapters. They help.)