Taco Tuesdays

PART FOUR: THE MEETING

Rock music plays loudly over the speakers of the training room.
Broken wooden swords are littered at the corner of the room. Punched out punching bags on the other corner. Occasionally, the walls would change color. It went from white to gray to the perfect shade of deep blue. Our heroine kicks one of the sparring dummies. She kicks it again. Again and again. This time making the dummy's head fly, hitting the rock wall making a part of the wall fall down.

"Shit," she mutters as she unties her hair and studies the damage she did. A huge chunk of the wall was missing and the dummy's head lays helplessly next to the rubble. She sits, balances herself on her toes as she pokes the dummy's head. "I'm sorry," she apologizes to the dummy head.

She groans, stretches and lays down the floor. Our heroine is now one with the rubble and the helpless dummy head. She's back at her old place. It was her first home. It was where she had her first own bedroom. One where she didn't have to share it with anyone. This was the first place where she had her family dinner with her first family.

This used to be her safe haven.                              
But then, it all went to shit.

Step. Step. Step.

Our heroine takes a deep breath, stands up and snaps her fingers making the mess go back to the way it as before. She runs a hand through her hair and glares at the man wearing an old patched up sweater and faded blue jeans with paint stains. "You've been painting?" she asks with an annoyed smile on her face.

"Yeah, I redid my walls," Ace explains as he walks closer. He glances at the pile of broken wooden swords, the punching bags and headless dummy standing in the middle of the training room. He sighs, looks at our tiny heroine and crosses his arms. "I know William said that you're rusty but is it necessary for you to wreck half of the training supplies and," he inspects the rock wall, "broke the wall then mended it?"

"How did you know that?" she asks as putting her hand in her back pockets.

Ace chuckles and shakes his head. "I've known you for a shit long time and I know that every time you use your ability," he wiggles his fingers at the word, "your freckles show."

Blue: I don't have freckles

"I know, but I heard the noise when I was walking here," he explains as he scrunches his nose and gives her the sweetest smile.

"Why are you here again?" Blue snaps at him. She picks the dummy's head off the floor and reattaches it to the dummy's body. She stares at the dummy, changes its color to pink then to purple and finally decides to make it blue. She smiles at her work and looks at Ace, satisfied.

Ace massages his temples and looks at his best friend annoyed. He rolls his eyes, counts to ten before he states his purpose, "William's asking if you need anything from the grocery. He's making a grocery list." Blue looks at him confused. He continues, "Yeah, he says that he'll go grocery shopping after the meeting with the General."

"We're going to meet the General?" she asks, confused.
"Yeah," he answers, "We're getting our mission details, the pay-grade and everything."

She nods in agreement, sits on the floor, taps the space besides her and says, "Sit. I need to talk to you about something and it's a sit down type of conversation."
Ace: I need the list first before we do a sit down conversation thing
"Fine," she rolls her eyes, "I need, uh, waffles, chocolates, hygiene stuff and yeah that's about it."

"What about tampons, or maxi pads or menstruation things?" he asks

"Uh," Blue looks at the ceiling and continues, "I already have those so there's no need for jackass to buy me some. So, sit down talk?" she says changing the topic instantly. "Just sit down, I don't think we have that much free time left, since you know the meeting starts in like a few hours and we can't be late to that or else Mr. Asshole will go crazy," she pats the space next to her. "I'm serious, sit."