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"WE HEAR NOTHING FROM THE CO-OPERATIVE FOR MONTHS," Ms Venables commented, a snarky undertone to her voice that would have set Molly on edge had the girl actually been who she claimed to be. They were gathered inside of her office, as the leader of Outpost Three requested to know all about their new guest before speculation could start among the others. "Complete radio silence. And now, the Sanctuary has been able to provide not one, but two of its operatives?"
"You'll have to forgive the delay," Molly pleaded coldly, keeping the charade up. "I was sent here as a matter of urgency, to inform Langdon here that he must rush his decision. The higher-ups are tense that this Outpost will fall like the others have."
Michael himself was deadly silent in the corner, shoulders hunched over and gaze shifting between the ground beneath him and Molly's side profile. His sudden change of demeanour absolutely fascinated Wilhemina, who was determined to figure out the strange atmosphere between the two before her. It was clear they knew each other, but the mere presence of the strange woman with skin that practically glistened in the candle light was enough to silence Michael for the first time since they had met. It was rather ironic, she thought, she had wanted Langdon to be silent since his arrival and all it took was a mere glance from this stranger.
"We actually have much to discuss," Molly continued, unflinchingly meeting Ms Venables harsh stare. "If you could excuse us, I'd appreciate it."
The red-haired woman remained standing for a prolonged period of time, eyes blazing with fury that she was being as dismissed as much with this guest as she had been the previous. Eventually, and reluctantly, she departed from the room. Sliding the doors closed, the small click once they were shut signalled the commencement of a long awaited reunion as Michael and Molly were left alone to talk. They remained in silence for a couple of moments, neither knowing exactly what to say despite having envisioned this moment for months.
"You cut your hair," he commented finally, breaking the ice.
"And you grew yours," she replied without a beat. Admittedly, Molly rather admired his golden locks - but she couldn't allow herself to find any part of him attractive in case it would impede what she came here to do. "Short hair seems to work better when you're traipsing through a wasteland full of the dead."
Michael's stiff expression faltered at her accusatory tone, feeling the full brunt of her judgement as she turned from where she leaned against the desk to face him head on. Her brown eyes that once looked upon him with adoration were now filled with disgust.
"I did what I had to do," Michael dismissed her, regaining his confidence enough to defend his actions. "Don't judge me for doing what you couldn't , fulfilling what I was born to do."
"As far as I'm concerned, while I'm still alive you still have reason to be cautious," she argued in return, displaying more emotion than she had planned on giving him. "This thing between us, this never-ending game of cat and mouse hasn't stopped just because you killed almost everyone on the planet. It has to end, and I'm going to be the one to do that."
