The Lab Complex

[Pyroclast]

"Guess you should count yourself lucky," she replied, smirking. "Do you know when we'll be making our next move, then?"

[Faultline]

"Fuck if I know. But they've been a little too quiet lately. They gotta be up to something."

[Legion]

"Maybe they're having a victory party?" Will piped in.

[Pyroclast]

Val looked back over to Will, and for eyes that usually smoldered, the look they conveyed was cold. "They haven't won yet. We're still here, aren't we?"

[Faultline]

"Don't mind him. He's not the brightest one of the bunch." she says, though she makes a mental note to punish Will for that later.

[Legion]

Will kinda frowned a little, but said nothing.

[Pyroclast]

She sighed. "Maybe that Lora is still giving them fits. And drawing off some of their attention. We can hope."

[Faultline]

"As long as they leave me to my work we'll crush them eventually." she says dismissively. "And if they pipe up we turn another one of their camps into slag."

[Legion]

Will nodded enthusiastically

[Pyroclast]

"That's my favorite thing about this gig," she mused, grinning wickedly.

[Faultline]

"Lucky for you we might have to go on another supply-raid soon."

[Pyroclast]

She did her best to mimic Sara's tone. "'So have fun, but try not to burn the goods.' Don't worry, I know."

[Legion]

"Seriously, we need those," a woman called from the top of the stairs.

[Faultline]

"Decided to grace us with your presence, have you?"

[Legion]

"Never want to keep you TOO busy..."


A female Will came down the stairs, her hair tossed back--dressed rather conservatively-----compared to the other one, at least.

[Pyroclast]

"It's quite all right, I was already interrupting her work anyway."

[Faultline]

"Speaking of which. I don't see that changing anytime soon, so why don't we move this conversation to somewhere else."

[Pyroclast]

"Sounds like a plan. I'm ready."

[Legion]

"I'm always game," FemaleWill smiled.

[Faultline]

"Go get the Bentley then." she says to MaleWill.

[Legion]

"Yes'm," he said, beginning to scramble.


"Uh...my clothes"?

[Faultline]

Sara just laughs.

[Legion]

"....yes'm." he said, and was off!

[Pyroclast]

She just smirked as MaleWill scampered off. "He is cute when he asks things like that."

[Legion]

"He's always cute," FemaleWill smirked, walking over to Sara's side.

[Faultline]

"Don't I know it." she grins and puts a possessive arm around FemaleWill's waist.

[Pyroclast]

"Please, don't you two get all sappy on me."

[Faultline]

"Now now, no need to get insulting." she smirks. "Now get your cute little butts to the car." she adds, giving Will a harsh slap on the aforementioned body-part.

[Legion]

Will gave a quick pinch to the appropriate body part on Sara before slinking out.

[Pyroclast]

Val simply followed them out. To the Bentley. Fuck yeah.

[Faultline]

Later!


Stepping out of the back of the car Sara buttons up her top again.

[Legion]

Will, coming out from her driver's side door, was holding the door open for Sara, followed by a female Will, followed by a male Will, closing the door before the one from the lab could come out.

[Pyroclast]

Val stepped out, fastening her belt back into place. "That was fun."

[Faultline]

"I am not sure he's going to recover from that." she laughs, referring to the Will left in the car.

[Legion]

"Ah well," the MaleWill said, chuckling.