Watchdogs

[08] Titanfall

Lauren suits up, tightening her gear. Adrenaline courses through her blood, excitement overpowering her nervous emotions. She's finally allowed to fight and lead some of the soldiers who are part of the Frontier Militia. She's trained most of her life for each certification - pilot and combat, the hardest one being combat. She's honed her physical abilities through countless hours of parkour, shooting, and fitness drills necessary for a pilot-in-training.

Fighting on foot has to be the most difficult thing for a pilot. The vulnerability one experiences when not inside a titan is frightening. But Lauren doesn't have time to be scared—it's all about the fight right now.

They all had to fly to Miami where a Watchdogs base is under siege by Paragon forces. Lauren and Dinah are in charge of the ground assault. If anything goes wrong, it's on them.

Just as Lauren begins to place her helmet on, someone stops her. Immediately, she's spun around and soft lips are pressed against hers. She smiles, placing her freehand on the darker girl's waist. Their mouths move together in sync, tongues swiping against bottom lips. Lauren can't stop grinning as she pulls away, pink lip between her teeth. "Well, hello."

"Hi," Normani blushes. "I came to wish you good luck for today. I made you food."

"How am I supposed to eat it?" Lauren inquires, taking the box. "I'm going to be fighting all day." She sniffs, the scent of the delicious food reaching her nostrils.

"Then give it back!" The darker girl snaps, reaching out to try and snatch it away. "Damn, I'll eat it if you're going to waste it."

"Hold up, wait a minute," The green-eyed girl snickers as she holds the bag high in the air, knowing the Normani can't reach it. "I'll figure it out. I'm creative."

"Don't fucking waste my food," she growls before kissing her cheek and stomping off. "Oh, I'll also be with the medics. I'll personally whoop your ass if you're one of the people I have to take care of."

"Chill," Lauren chuckles before pulling the helmet on.

She boards Monarch, strapping herself into the seat and placing the food next to her. She shrugs and starts pulling it out, placing the bowl on her lap. She pulls of the lid and practically drools. There's gumbo—Mani's good ass gumbo. Where she learned how to make it, Lauren has no clue, but she loves it. Hastily eating, she moans at the perfect blend of spice and seasoning. The sausage is just divine. Fuck, this is better than pussy, Lauren thinks.

She isn't even paying attention when Monarch shoots off into the air, leading the squadron of planes and other titans. She swallows her mouthful and decides to save it for later, tucking it back in the bag. She takes out the Coke and gulps down at least half of it, hoping the caffeine will serve has some sort of adrenaline.

It's go time.

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Normani doesn't know how she got here, but if she doesn't fall she'll probably die from pure fear. Her palms sweat as she tries to hold onto the metal bar that juts out from the crooked building. Already, there are other doctors who have fallen and died from the surprise blast. Paragon's first attack wasn't even towards the army, but to the temporary medical center.

A large tremor shakes the building, the force flinging Normani off the metal. She screams, closing her eyes and trying to forget the ground that is rushing up to her. She doesn't want to die, not like this. She silently prays that someone will come save her—that someone being Lauren.