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Lavernius Tucker ([personal profile] lovernotafighter) wrote in [community profile] anothercontinuity 2018-08-23 06:31 pm (UTC)

Hey, idiot, I can ask someone else to go.

[But he knew enough with his time in Wash’s head that that wasn’t happening. He wondered what was powering the Freelancer anymore, because it sure as shit wasn’t sleep. Anger? Rage? Determination?

Hope?

Epsilon’s little hologram waved at the platform, before flickering in and out. He needed to work, to focus on this shit, and--]


Go stand up there.

[And he was gone again, focusing on shit as he felt…thinner. Not tired; AI didn’t get tired but thinner. Unstable. Fuck it. Worry about it later.

Worry about it after, when now wouldn’t matter any more.

Two pieces of the machine started to hum to life, electricity in the bay – in the entire city – flickering, hitting brown out, disappearing until it was just…this room. Until it was what was zipping in the air. Carolina looked at Simmons, while he was looking at the screen.]


You’ve got ten seconds! [Epsilon chimed in over the comms.] Go find their dumb asses and warn them!

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