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They'd laid the perfect trap, only to have their quarry escape. They'd hunted down the key necessary to end all of this, only to discover that it was useless to them until Donald Doyle was dead. Felix wasn't the only one frustrated, even if Locus was being considerably more silent in his rage.
It served no purpose to let that anger surface, not yet. Let it collect, let it focus. That had always been the plan, to push those thoughts down beneath the surface until it was time to put them to good use. That had been the plan. And yet things that had once been certain now fell under the shadow of doubt. Perhaps it had been their journey through the gates in the temple, or perhaps the parting words of Agent Washington. Whatever it was, it left him unsettled.
Even a few moments with Price to pursue the thoughts of the greatest living weapon of their time gave him no solace. The answers didn't add up, they didn't fit with what he knew, or thought he'd always known.
Doubt, like pointless rage, would not serve them. So he'd fallen silent as they regrouped their forces, and planned their next assault. Even as a man of few words, the complete lack of them was noticeable.
It was only a matter of time before Felix took notice, if only to direct his attention somewhere other than their continued failure at eliminating the Simulation Troopers. ]
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not that he's shared that particular thought with anyone yet. at least, not in great detail.
felix throws himself into figuring out how to end this. without the ability to activate the purge, they have to kill doyle, who is firmly entrenched in armonia. without the alien tech advancing their gear, they need more weapons, which is what felix sets the volunteers to looking for, at the second crash site.
not going to them, though, his attention turns to locus. locus, who has been silent. more silent than when they were sent home after the war had supposedly ended. no comments, no biting snips to keep his conversation short.
alone in the the de-factor planning room on the tartarus, felix tilts his head towards locus. ]
I didn't hear you offering any suggestions for we-shouldn't-have-needed-it-but-we-do step fucking three.
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Felix has never had trouble being the one to come up with plans, to give orders, to relay what needs to be done to their men. He's the people person, after all. But now it's just the two of them, and what remains stands stark and clear. Especially between two who know each other as well as they do.
Locus turns towards Felix, regarding him silently for a moment before speaking. ]
We need to assess what remains at our disposal. Until then, plans are just talk.
[ There's no inflection there, nothing to give away his thoughts. The mission is all that's left, with the promise of becoming a living weapon on the other side. That should be their focus.
It has to be. Whatever else he feels, whatever he thinks. ]
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felix just wants the armor because it's going to have all kinds of nice enhancements. all the better to do his job with, as soon as he repaints it. because he's going to. fuck keeping the 'intimidation' factor of it.
regardless, felix can easily refocus his frustration out on his partner. plans are just talk. ]
Wow, I never thought I would have heard you going in for balls to the wall hail mary's.
[ felix knows that's not what locus meant. felix knows locus would be the last one to suggest such an idea, but felix is also trying to get under his skin so being in his own won't make him want to murder sharkface and price. ]
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The Meta wasn't trying to become a weapon at all.
Weakness. That's what killed him. Plain and simple.
The silence stretches. Normally something fills the air between them, barbed banter if nothing else, even if it's as curt as a demand for his partner to be quiet. The distance seems to be widening by the day, and he's not sure what that means either. Something needles at him, perhaps what Washington said, perhaps something Price mentioned.
This lack of certainty is disquieting.
He shifts on his feet, moves towards the table at the room's center, realizing at last that Felix has said something and turning his head to glance at the other mercenary. ]
You have a better idea?
laaaate as hell. i'd add in siris n stuff but for now i'm gonna wait in case there's Huge Revelation
[ an old threat, and a dig at locus himself. locus mind is elsewhere, which is worrisome, frustrating. felix likes to think he knows locus well enough but sometimes locus throws curve balls at him and felix has learned to hate them. ]
If you weren't so distracted I'd say we should just take a small team, sneak in, and smash Doyle's face in ourselves, but Armonia's locked up tighter than Fort Knox and they've probably got either of those freelancers on him.
[ there's still an edge that says felix has half a mind to do it anyway. he wants this job done, he wants to vaporize tucker, wash, and carolina and not have to worry about them again. ]