Stained (Red vs Blue)

Now Known

Before The Storm

-Nevada's POV-

We arrived back at the Mother of Invention in the middle of night. Most people were asleep at the time. I was awake for the past hour, just quietly chatting with Zeta. I was glad he was back. We were greeted entusiasiccally by Hawaii and a few of the workers. I could easily they were disappointed by us not bringing C-O and Montana back yet, but they kept their opinions to themselves.

We didn't need that shit right now.

We were forced to head over to the infirmary to get all fixed up. I ended up with a lot of bruises up and down my back, my arms, my torso, my legs, and one on my cheek, three cracked ribs, one was extrenely close to puncturing my lung, a gash on my forehead, side and arm, from my many impacts on the ground.

Iowa and Alaska both came out with similar injuries. Alaska had a lot of bruises, and a single broken rib. Iowa came out with two broken ribs, a few gashes here and there, and many bruises. And, not to mention, we were all incredibly sore, well the three of us. Michigan tore his lip by biting it.

But, otherwise, we would definately survive. No major injuries. Of course, Iowa's about ready to murder me for almost dying back there... We got changed into casual clothes. But there's one thing that struck me as odd. The Director was... avoiding us. Well, we haven't seen him come out of his office. I shrugged it off. I was more concerned about the upcoming rescue operation for C-O and Montana...

Of course, we'd have to get these minor wounds healed. We can't have a disadvantage that the Creator can exploit. That would be very bad for us. But, because I started thinking of him, I was brought back to trying to remember where I've seen the Creator before. And, now that I think about, Tracer sounds kind of familiar too....Gah! This is going to drive me insane!

Okay, okay... He had to be associated with the UNSC to come in contact with Project Freelancer... And he had to know something about training and keeping troops together... I began drumming my hands on the table that I was sitting near. I actually don't know how I ended up in the planning room, but I did. I don't even remember walking here. Is that strange?

"Hello!" Zeta suddenly exclaimed. I jumped, and stood straight up, the back of my knees hitting the rolling chair that I was sitting on, making it fall to the floor with a loud thud. I put my hand over my heart, feeling it beat erratically. "Jeez, Z. You scared me," I said, picking the chair up, and setting it upright once again. I sat down once again, resting my elbow on the table.

Zeta laughed a bit, but it died down. "I'm sorry that I wa-" I shook my head. "It wasn't your fault that you were stolen. All that really matters is that you are back with all of us. Your brother has been driving everyone insane with wanting you back. I'm glad you're here with us, again," I said to him. He seemed like he had a loss of words.

"Thanks, Neva. It's good to be back with all of you," He didn't look directly at me, but slightly over my shoulder. "Iowa, I know you're there," I said. "Dammit! How do you always know when I'm behind you?" She asked, walking around me. She had two mugs in her hand, one w with steaming liquid, and the other with cold liquid. I smiled when I smelled the coffee. "Partner instinct, I guess," I said, but it came out more like a question.

She smiled, handed me the cold glass, and pulled her own chair over, facing me across the small, four by four table. I wonder if we'd get scolded for this. I shrugged it off, not really caring. "So, why are you in this dark room all by yourself?" Iowa asked, crossing her legs. I shrugged. "I really don't know. I just wandered in here, and I don't remember walking here," I responded, taking a small drink of the iced coffee.

She chuckled, taking a drink of her own coffee. "I saw you earlier today. You were just wandering around the ship, messing with your fingers, like those old villians. You looked like you were plotting something," She joked. I smiled, and shook my head. "I was just lost in my own head," I responded. "Is it a maze in there?" She asked. I smiled, "Couldn't be any worse than your head," I said.