X-Com's Finest (An X-Com 2 play through)

X-COM 2: Reaper Rendevouz

"You call YOUR methods effective? I've seen a RAINSTORM do more damage to ADVENT than your entire Skirmisher organization!"

"At least I don't sneak around the in the shadows like some ninja wannabe!"

"One well timed, and well-placed shot will do more to ADVENT than you gunning down a thousand idiot grunts, like yourself!"

"Ahh....I get it. You're just scared!"

"Scared of being mistaken for you? Absolutely!"

"No worrying about that, you might get your shoes wet!"

"Hate to break it to you slimy, but not ALL of us bathe in the guts of our defeated enemies!"

"Yes, instead, we must be pristine and proper so that our obituary picture looks perfect, just in case."

"It's called style...something you know absolutely NOTHING about!"

"Oh trust me, I know style, the aftermath of my actions are one-hundred percent style."

"The style of a kindergartner throwing a tantrum!"

"And yours is better?"

"When I take out three targets simultaneously with a single shot, that's called style."

"I have style too. I take out three targets with this neat little object, it's called a grenade."

The Commander listened to the two bicker back and forth for another minute before putting the pair of them on mute. He rubbed his temples and tried to think through the situation. His initial reaction was to let the two of them fight it out. He figured they'd eventually run out of steam and they could make some progress. He figured wrong and his head was paying the price. The Reaper named Solis, and the Skirmisher named Wartenbach would not be friends any time soon. He hit the unmute button, and the conversation continued,

"You take one step into my territory you slimy mutant, and I will show you my 'style' by removing your head from its useless body!"

"HA! You and what army? You think I can't spot you slinking along the sewers with all the other Reaper garbage?"

"HOW DARE YOU!"

"OH...I DARE!"

By this time, a small crowd had formed around Comms. Corbin, who had been standing in the background came and sat beside the Commander, "You have to stop this..." The Commander just sighed and nodded as he finally got back on the comms, "OK you two that's a GREAT IDEA!"

There was a blessed silence across the comms. "Why don't we ALL meet up and talk this out. And if we don't like what we hear, we can shoot each other!" Again, there was silence and the Commander watched the pair carefully. He could see the anger, frustration, and stubbornness form on both of their faces and just as they were about to protest, he preempted them again, "Perfect. I'll send reps for both of you, and we'll meet up and have a nice friendly or not so friendly chat. Sending the time and coordinates now. Out." The Commander ended the communication abruptly, preventing any further outburst from either of them. The Commander looked around.

His brain had stopped working by this point, so he shouted the first names that came to his head, "Gunner, Ranger – you get the mutant Skirmisher Wartenbach. Svagerko, Prtichett, you get the Reaper. The Commander clutched his head in pain, "Get out of here."

Gunner and the Ranger looked at each other. They'd just finished cleaning up their supplies. The Ranger looked over at his sister, "What did we do?!?" Gunner just shrugged and turned around, heading back to the armory.