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[followorders]

Speak.

[Click.]

 

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[followorders]

[He gets even closer still until he's a foot apart looking down at him.]

Do your job and your men will get to keep their lives.

[worstever]

[Wash bristles at Locus' tone. As though he gets to tell Wash what to do. The ground they're on isn't perfectly even (what does Locus know?) but the new universe has its way of neutralizing advantages, too.]

Do yours, and the same goes for Felix.

[followorders]

[.......]

If only you knew.

[The words linger in there air between them before he turns his shoulder and gives him his back, effectively ending the conversation.]

[worstever]

[Fine. That's clearly that. Locus is as terse as ever, so at least some things stay the same, whatever happens in the future. Under his breath:] Cryptic ass.

[Speak for yourself, Wash. It takes him a few backward steps before he decides Locus isn't going to shoot him as he walks away and turns to go.]