Waste of the condoms, [ he agrees blandly. Goddamn Marines. But then, back then he'd been a drunken mess out of the field. Shaw and Pope eventually read him the riot act and told him they wouldn't take him on jobs anymore unless he straightened his shit out. Then the world ended, and there was no time for drunken nonsense with idiot Marines.
He rests his head against the bars, watching the other woman. Wondering what the fuck he's supposed to do with this moment. The cage remains stubbornly closed and he doesn't care to die of dehydration down here.
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He rests his head against the bars, watching the other woman. Wondering what the fuck he's supposed to do with this moment. The cage remains stubbornly closed and he doesn't care to die of dehydration down here.
Then she continues. She shares a truth. ]
They know you? [ he asks, a touch softer. ]