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L4T8-001 (First Mission)

Leo and Taurus' First Mission

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She squeaked when his fist came down on her head, and he held onto the top of her skull with his hand. Jacqli winced at this, at being touched, and the fact that he’d acted in a manner akin to a sibling scolding another sibling. He was treating like the family she was not. She wasn’t his family, they were caught in the same situation, but they weren’t family, she could never be family to anyone, not after the misfortune she’d already caused the people around her in the past. He scolded her, and she could tell that he was riled up to her earlier melodramatic monologue about how she didn’t belong. His accent had gotten stronger. . . .

Honestly, she wasn’t worth . . . this, getting worked up over. It would’ve been easier to ignore her and to just get the mission done without getting exasperated up over what she’d said, but then also, she shouldn’t have let slip what she did. What she had said was fuel to anyone’s fire, to get them going. She knew better, but . . . it’d gotten out, normally she watched herself, and kept any trace of weakness, of her real thoughts locked up so that no one knew of them specifically because they caused this to happen. But even if she’d upset Paul, he was still insisting on what he’d said before, despite her words and what she believed. He wanted her to trust him, and for himself to be able to trust her? He doesn’t have to worry about me trusting him, he’s capable of this, of doing something worthwhile, I am not, I’m. . . . she began thinking, sighing.

The little Leo found herself chewing on her lower lip, uncertainty filling her heart and mind. Paul was so sure of this, despite the fact that someone as insignificant as herself was sitting next to him instead of the person who really should’ve been there. He was insisting . . . why? Why was he bothering to exert such effort into convincing her of this? She was doing it again, causing someone strife. Just like always. But . . . he sounded certain of himself, despite the fact that she was being difficult, he was still trying. And that was enough to cause another crack to form in her already crumbling mask. He’d already made one earlier, and so had Dr. Sterling.

Yet, in this instance, enough of the mask Jacqli wore had crumbled off before she could repair it to allow just a bit of her real self to surface. Unable to really grasp why it was that someone was trying with her despite the trouble she presented, Jacqli felt her cheeks go a bit red in embarrassment, that uncertainty she felt making an evident appearance over her features. She moved both her hands from her lap and set them on Paul’s hand, which was still on top of her head just before the yellow alarm light began to go off. . . .

”We're approaching the drop zone." Mr. Blue then added in, "Get ready for your injections." Jacqli heard the warning, and knew that she needed to be ready for something she’d not undergone before, not in these conditions. But still, she couldn’t help peeking up at her field partner, an apologetic look on her flushed face.

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