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[Locus understands Washington's position. He watched the sim troopers in that canyon long enough to understand they don't exactly follow orders. So, he'll accept his terms.]

Know this, if they interfere then I can't guarantee no harm will come to them.

[They both have little room for mistakes, and they know it. With the deal in place, Locus is ready to seal it when those words have him taking another step toward him.]

You should know by now, Agent Washington. Monster's don't have a conscience.

[worstever]

[Yeah, this isn't the Locus Wash is used to. That much had already been clear, but that seals it. Where is the instant denial?]

... No, I guess they don't.

[Locus is getting awfully close, though, and he thinks again of Felix's knife at his neck, ready for the ceasefire to break at any moment. Wash hopes the way he looks up at him is belligerent.]

Fine. Then we just keep leaving each other alone?

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[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.

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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.]