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Chapter 17: Fear, Part 1
Morgan was sitting in the lavish office of the head chancellor of Spectrum, Warner Steele. The walls were decorated with many bookshelves, off behind him were pictures of the degree's he's achieved, along with a picture of him shaking the hands of Spectrum members from various different years Morgan could guess, as each one he looked slightly older from the left to right along the walls. A ticking grandfather clock breaking the silence as Morgan sat there, awaiting the answer to her request.
He was in his late 40's, his jaw was broad and sharp as gray began to speckle his full beard and his parted and slicked hair. His face had some signs of aging as well, wrinkles on his forehead and eyes, laugh lines on his cheeks. He was wearing a fancy blue pilot jacket with cuffed sleeves and black pants, his jacket pinned with various awards and epaulets he's received. He leaned up, crossing his fingers together and holding his mouth over his hands as they rested on the table.
“Unfortunately, Ms. Leland. I'm not exactly sure I could fulfill your request.” He replied, his voice somewhat stern but of a higher tenor. Morgan frowned at that, crossing her arms and looking at the floor. “What the hell do you mean by that, Chancellor Steele?” She spoke frustrated at him, he frowned just a bit at her. “While Spectrum will cooperate with authorities with investigations, we have to abide by the laws and rules of Riverside and Rosewall no matter what we do.” He tried to rationalize to Morgan, who was clearly distraught by the situation. “We can't play favorites just because you have a personal stake in this.” He continued, Morgan standing up and placing her hands on his desk hard enough to knock over his little nameplate.
“So you're just going to treat him like everyone else in Silent Fall? He's forced into committing acts of violence because he's afraid to die. And yet you act like this is okay and he's just another criminal you can lock up forever, or even worse... Kill them in a raid?!” She complained, He looked at her with a silent stare. “Unfortunately Morgan, this is where the rules of the world kick in.” He said, standing up from his desk readjusting his nameplate and quietly tucking his chair back so he could step off to the side and address her face to face.
“Everyone gets a choice. Be it a member of Spectrum, a doctor, a lawyer, or a drug dealer on the street... Everything you do is a decision you must make. If you do not understand what you're getting into it is entirely your fault for lacking proper foresight and decision making skills. Your brother made his choice but could not comprehend the ramifications of his own actions.” He spoke, pacing the floor silently for a second before turning back to face the frustrated young adult.
“He backed himself into a corner
because he couldn't understand to read the warning signs and turn
back to the life of a normal citizen. This decision is entirely his
mistake, a misjudgment that can be pretty common of people your age
when you lack proper guidance.” He added, Morgan frowning and
looking at the floor as he continued his extremely long explanation.
“This is why we've chosen to allow people to join Spectrum,
Spectrum is a safe environment for teenagers to grow up and receive
training and wisdom in a professional condition, an alternative to a
society of peer pressure and outside influences to do learn how to
preform the most noble and just job imaginable... Protecting society
itself from collapse.” He kept talking, Lightly pulling out a
drawer and popping open a document as he quietly began to read
it.
“Unfortunately, my job is only keeping people on the wagon. If they've fallen off that wagon then it's no longer our job to save him. Everyone who goes against the tides of justice will be washed ashore and dealt with.” He finished, pulling out a paper and placing it on his desk to sort.
“Silent Fall as of the past couple of years are getting more and more out of hand as they attack and murder indiscriminate lives, along with stealing and sell illegally procured goods. They are directly opposing the ideals we've built this society on by using fear and violence to get a means to an end.” He explained to Morgan as she sat back down in her chair, lightly rubbing one of her own shoulders as she listened.
“Then what the hell do I do?” She asked him, sounding desperate as she placed her hands onto the arms of the chair to lean forward. “Silent Fall is a threat to humanity, and as with all threats I will be sending our best people to go investigate and rid of it to the furthest extent of our ability.” He answered, folding his arms as he inspected some pictures left on the table relating to the document. Morgan noticed they were blurry, and she couldn't tell exactly what they were unless she got up close.
“The wheels of justice will turn and strike down those who defy it's rotation, it will be swift and painful for anyone who decide to face it head on. As for your brother, if he is a good man like you say he is, he will understand this fact and make the right decision.” He added, sliding the pictures into the folder and placing it in a cabinet underneath his desk as Morgan frowned at him. “So you're just going to let them do this to him?” She said, gritting her teeth a bit out of anger from his words.
“We are sending our best guys on this case. Everyone who doesn't give themselves up will be forced to comply, or wiped out, if need be. If your brother is smart, he'd quickly surrender and just let the courts process him for a swift trial, he might get out early on good behavior.” He said, clasping his hands together and leaning back in his chair as he placed it on his lap.
“This is bullshit.” Morgan hissed at him, standing up and leaning slightly over the desk to stare over at him. “He never wanted it to get this bad and you won't even give him a hand? You're pretty much giving him capital punishment. If you aren't going to help him, I'm going to find a way my damn self!” She leered at him as he leaned up to glare back at her with his sharp blue eyes. “No one dies on my watch unless they choose it. If he were a man, he'd cooperate.” He stated, Morgan still glaring at him without a response.
“If you want my honest suggestion... Recuse yourself from anything related to this. Just focus on your job and let everything take it's course. I promise you that this will be properly settled in time, so please don't put yourself or your brother in any more danger than you both currently are.” He warned, Morgan slamming her hand on his desk before turning around and walking to the door. “You don't get it.” She growled, But he just shook his head and sighed. “Take care of yourself, Leland.” He replied, as she slammed the door behind her to meet the concerned look of Erika who was currently standing in the hallway just in front of the door.
“Anything?” She quietly asked, Morgan shaking her head and smashing her fist firmly against a wall. “He just doesn't fucking get it... He won't do anything to pull Nick out. He's just... going to treat him like the rest of those criminals.” She complained, Erika lightly reaching up and placing a hand onto her shoulder. “Well that's chancellor Steele for you.. He has stick up his ass.” Sienna stated behind both of their shoulders. Morgan turned and looked at her as she had her blade hilted on her belt. “How long were you here?” Morgan asked, but Erika responded. “She was here since five minutes ago. I explained a bunch of stuff really briefly to her.” She said, Sienna nodded and walked up to place her own hand on the slightly taller girl's shoulder.
“This is some dangerous waters you're getting yourself into... Please keep in mind how dangerous this entire thing could potentially be.” Sienna warned out of concern, but Morgan just frowned and sighed.
Suddenly, a female voice over the intercom system placed throughout each building on campus ringed out, interrupting the conversation. “Teams Solstice, Equinox, and KLP report to building 1-A for an assignment.” It announced, Erika and Morgan staring at each other out of surprise. “Look like our number is up.” Sienna claimed, patting them both once and walking by between them. “Grab your weapons and meet me at 1-A.” She requested, as they both headed back to their dorm to grab their gear.
Minutes later, they grabbed their equipment and headed out of the main office building to a larger building on the right for equipment and deployment. The walls were much taller with a huge back plot used for helicopters, Erika and Morgan both climbed up the twisting staircase to the second floor where there was a huge room, surrounding the walls were many people in official looking black uniforms typing on computers and chattering about something not loud enough to be heard.
In the center stood a man wearing a white beret and coat, he had long brown hair in a braided ponytail and was looking over the 10 people standing together shoulder to shoulder. These people were the remaining members of Solstice, Equinox and this team she was unfamiliar with... team KLP. They were all wearing combat gear, currently black padded armor that looked somewhat similar to the kind of equipment you'd see on a motorcycle driver or a mercenary. Maria was still fiddling with the straps to adjust them to be comfy on her since they were much more formfitting than her usual outfit.
Morgan decided not to approach just yet, inspecting the four members of team KLP. The first one was an average Astrian girl with long curly white hair and pink colored eyes in her twenties, she assumed this was Maria's friend Cassandra. On the Astrian's side was a rapier strapped to her belt with a basket grip to guard the hand. Next to him was a tall but younger looking male in his late teens, half of his hair was dyed blue and the other half was his natural light brown color... To be honest, it looked kind of stupid. He was currently practicing with a single pair of nunchuks, spikes attached to the end of each one to make actually piercing the Riftfallen's flesh a bit easier to do.
Beside him was a tall girl with jet black hair shoulder length hair and blood red eyes, a symptom of Ash Syndrome. She was calmly polishing a blade that looked like it would be gripped in her hand like a pair of gauntlets, her lips and eyes looked like they were colored with somewhat goth styled makeup. The final guy had black hair pulled into tight braids and a darker completion. He was using a simple sword and shield combo with the shield wrapped to his back.
Morgan sighed and approached the big group of people. “What's up?” She asked the entire group without directing the question at anyone in particular. The dark skinned man smiled at her and lightly waved at her. “Hey there, you part of Solstice?” He asked with a friendly sounding voice, Morgan nodded and walked past him to get in line with Florence and Robin. “Yep, and now I'm here.” She responded, the man reached out at her and smiled as he offered to shake his gloved hand. “Hey! I'm Rodney. It's a pleasure.” He greeted, Morgan looked down at his hand and quietly accepted with a smile. “Name's Morgan, good to meet you Rodney.”
He lightly chuckled as the man presiding over the large group of twelve cleared his throat, trying to gather everyone's attention. “I would like to make this brief. This is an emergency mission and must be treated as such, every second is precious.” He spoke with a commanding voice. “I am captain Gerald Marcel, I preside over the students at the Riverside's Spectrum division.” He introduced himself very quickly, folding his arms as he paced the students. “We are currently under attack by a massive amount of creatures that were detected on our lidar riftfallen detection system.” He explained, before pausing and turning to face them as he spoke. “We do not like to send more students than what is absolutely necessary to deal with the problem. Anything more is excessive.”
He looked behind his shoulder and looked at the map of the city, small blips pinging on it every couple of seconds as a technician was talking on a radio to one of the teams. “We have sent a team to cover each area, but it turns out that we don't have don't have a team to cover the now saturated Riverside Central Mall, and we need a team there to defeat them. This is the purpose for team KLP.” He revealed, Maria looking over to team KLP with some confusion. “Please don't tell me KLP means what I think it means.” She worried.
Rodney sighed and looked away from her from embarrassment. “It's uhh... Key Lime Pie.” He admitted as teams Solstice and Equinox both start giggling except for Maria, who was quietly burying her face into her own hands. “Oh my god...” She muttered from exasperation from this revelation. “Please tell me you're fucking with me.” She requested, but Rodney just shook his head and chuckled. “No... And our sister team is Lemon Meringue.” Maria took that even worse, clawing into her own hair and groaning from the sheer pain of the stupid running through this room.
“Yeah... We don't get to pick our names.” He commented before the commander shouted at their muttering. “SILENCE, YOU TWO!” He shouted, both of them jumping to stare back at him and quickly quell their pointless jokes about food. He cleared his throat and crossed his arms behind his back as he spoke. “You other two will be sent to the same area, but as your team is much less experienced... and much more chatty.” He added in the next comment directly toward Maria with a quick glare. “You will be running evacuation. You will gather the people escaping the mall and rout them to the nearest local shelter, currently sitting on the corner of Market St. and Summer Ave, this location is roughly a mile away, any questions?” He finished, Morgan raising a hand at that as she slipped on her combat armor placed on a nearby table. “Why do we need to run extraction?” She asked, he pointed at her and nodded his head.
“Because we might be attacked by more Riftfallen and if these barely armed civilians get harmed then this entire thing is pointless.” He explained, as Maria folded her arms and shook her head gently. “Great, cannon fodder.” She muttered just quiet enough for Gerald couldn't hear her complain. “The armor you are wearing is made of a fabric which resists impact by hardening at the moment of impact. It also prevents piercing... But it's weak against crushing pressure so keep in mind that you shouldn't be pinned down under any circumstance.” He warned, Maria inspecting the communicator strapped to her wrist which was like a bigger, bulkier version of a watch.
“That reminds me, each of you have a communicator that has several settings depending on what button you press. One is to contact HQ, the next is to contact your team members, and the last one will contact anyone in the immediate area who also has a communicator. This also uses the same vital tracking technology that you've seen in your survival tests, and if you get too wounded we'll send in medical assistance as fast as we can possibly arrive.” He added, everyone standing shoulder to shoulder. “That should be everything, Best of luck to all of you. Please head behind this building to the helipad and await further orders.” He finished, walking over to the computers to help the information and HQ for the rest of the teams.
Everyone else quietly left the room, heading down the stairs and out of the building before walking around to the back. There were 8 helicopter landing zones painted out, and none were landed on just yet. They heard the chopping sound of one or two helicopters in the distance as the flashing lights indicating they were a mile or so away in the evening sky. “Are you nervous, Maria?” Asked Cassandra, after noticing her eyes were scanning her feet as she walked onto the huge concrete helipads.
“I didn't think I'd get here, that's all.” She tried to shrug off, but Cassandra yanked her into a firm hug as she looked down at the shorter redhead. “I believe in you, Maria... Let's go kick some ass.” She reassured her with a smile, Maria blinking a couple of times for a beat before replying. “...Can you believe in me while not touching me?” She asked flatly, and Cassandra quickly let her go out of embarrassment. “Whoops.” She apologized quickly, Morgan chuckling at the exchange as well.
The helicopters rotor wash slowly got stronger and louder sounder as they chattered quietly among each other until is slowly set down, the wind kicking up the dust and fallen leaves off the ground. It was a smooth gray color with a dark red highlights to denote it was a Spectrum Helicopter. The doors swung open and showed a pair of seats lined on each side of it's interior. It had two technicians sitting on each side along with a pilot, one of them gesturing them all to come in.
Morgan walked up to Lily and slapped her on the shoulder. “AHH!” She jumped, out of surprise as Morgan laughed and gripped onto it lightly. “Looks like things are finally starting to move.” She commented, Lily nodding a bit as she got over her mini panic attack. “Yeah... I am just worried I'll blow it...” She admitted, looking at the floor as the rest of the team started to climb into the helicopter and attach the belts to themselves in preparation for takeoff.
“Well with that attitude, you'll definitely blow it.” Morgan joked to try and get Lily to laugh, but nothing came out of it. “I'm too scared to laugh.” She spoke sheepishly, but Morgan furrowed her brow before speaking up “...Look.” She calmly stated, grabbing Lily by both shoulders and looking her in the eye. “This is your chance to prove to the world that they're wrong about you. You can throw away every single insult you've ever gotten as 'wrong' and never look back.” She tried for a pep talk, even if Lily was too busy sulking to hear. “Prove yourself to be someone worth praising.. and prove me wrong when I called you a bitch that one time.” She added at the end, which made Lily chuckle just a little bit.
“Alright... Let's finish this.” She said with a smile, pumping her fist as Morgan let go of her to punch her in the shoulder. “Damn right, girl!” Morgan shouted in joy, But Lily just winced and started rubbing her shoulder in pain. “Do you always punch people when you're happy?” She complained, Morgan looking at her with a straight face.
“Yes.”
“Unfortunately, my job is only keeping people on the wagon. If they've fallen off that wagon then it's no longer our job to save him. Everyone who goes against the tides of justice will be washed ashore and dealt with.” He finished, pulling out a paper and placing it on his desk to sort.
“Silent Fall as of the past couple of years are getting more and more out of hand as they attack and murder indiscriminate lives, along with stealing and sell illegally procured goods. They are directly opposing the ideals we've built this society on by using fear and violence to get a means to an end.” He explained to Morgan as she sat back down in her chair, lightly rubbing one of her own shoulders as she listened.
“Then what the hell do I do?” She asked him, sounding desperate as she placed her hands onto the arms of the chair to lean forward. “Silent Fall is a threat to humanity, and as with all threats I will be sending our best people to go investigate and rid of it to the furthest extent of our ability.” He answered, folding his arms as he inspected some pictures left on the table relating to the document. Morgan noticed they were blurry, and she couldn't tell exactly what they were unless she got up close.
“The wheels of justice will turn and strike down those who defy it's rotation, it will be swift and painful for anyone who decide to face it head on. As for your brother, if he is a good man like you say he is, he will understand this fact and make the right decision.” He added, sliding the pictures into the folder and placing it in a cabinet underneath his desk as Morgan frowned at him. “So you're just going to let them do this to him?” She said, gritting her teeth a bit out of anger from his words.
“We are sending our best guys on this case. Everyone who doesn't give themselves up will be forced to comply, or wiped out, if need be. If your brother is smart, he'd quickly surrender and just let the courts process him for a swift trial, he might get out early on good behavior.” He said, clasping his hands together and leaning back in his chair as he placed it on his lap.
“This is bullshit.” Morgan hissed at him, standing up and leaning slightly over the desk to stare over at him. “He never wanted it to get this bad and you won't even give him a hand? You're pretty much giving him capital punishment. If you aren't going to help him, I'm going to find a way my damn self!” She leered at him as he leaned up to glare back at her with his sharp blue eyes. “No one dies on my watch unless they choose it. If he were a man, he'd cooperate.” He stated, Morgan still glaring at him without a response.
“If you want my honest suggestion... Recuse yourself from anything related to this. Just focus on your job and let everything take it's course. I promise you that this will be properly settled in time, so please don't put yourself or your brother in any more danger than you both currently are.” He warned, Morgan slamming her hand on his desk before turning around and walking to the door. “You don't get it.” She growled, But he just shook his head and sighed. “Take care of yourself, Leland.” He replied, as she slammed the door behind her to meet the concerned look of Erika who was currently standing in the hallway just in front of the door.
“Anything?” She quietly asked, Morgan shaking her head and smashing her fist firmly against a wall. “He just doesn't fucking get it... He won't do anything to pull Nick out. He's just... going to treat him like the rest of those criminals.” She complained, Erika lightly reaching up and placing a hand onto her shoulder. “Well that's chancellor Steele for you.. He has stick up his ass.” Sienna stated behind both of their shoulders. Morgan turned and looked at her as she had her blade hilted on her belt. “How long were you here?” Morgan asked, but Erika responded. “She was here since five minutes ago. I explained a bunch of stuff really briefly to her.” She said, Sienna nodded and walked up to place her own hand on the slightly taller girl's shoulder.
“This is some dangerous waters you're getting yourself into... Please keep in mind how dangerous this entire thing could potentially be.” Sienna warned out of concern, but Morgan just frowned and sighed.
Suddenly, a female voice over the intercom system placed throughout each building on campus ringed out, interrupting the conversation. “Teams Solstice, Equinox, and KLP report to building 1-A for an assignment.” It announced, Erika and Morgan staring at each other out of surprise. “Look like our number is up.” Sienna claimed, patting them both once and walking by between them. “Grab your weapons and meet me at 1-A.” She requested, as they both headed back to their dorm to grab their gear.
Minutes later, they grabbed their equipment and headed out of the main office building to a larger building on the right for equipment and deployment. The walls were much taller with a huge back plot used for helicopters, Erika and Morgan both climbed up the twisting staircase to the second floor where there was a huge room, surrounding the walls were many people in official looking black uniforms typing on computers and chattering about something not loud enough to be heard.
In the center stood a man wearing a white beret and coat, he had long brown hair in a braided ponytail and was looking over the 10 people standing together shoulder to shoulder. These people were the remaining members of Solstice, Equinox and this team she was unfamiliar with... team KLP. They were all wearing combat gear, currently black padded armor that looked somewhat similar to the kind of equipment you'd see on a motorcycle driver or a mercenary. Maria was still fiddling with the straps to adjust them to be comfy on her since they were much more formfitting than her usual outfit.
Morgan decided not to approach just yet, inspecting the four members of team KLP. The first one was an average Astrian girl with long curly white hair and pink colored eyes in her twenties, she assumed this was Maria's friend Cassandra. On the Astrian's side was a rapier strapped to her belt with a basket grip to guard the hand. Next to him was a tall but younger looking male in his late teens, half of his hair was dyed blue and the other half was his natural light brown color... To be honest, it looked kind of stupid. He was currently practicing with a single pair of nunchuks, spikes attached to the end of each one to make actually piercing the Riftfallen's flesh a bit easier to do.
Beside him was a tall girl with jet black hair shoulder length hair and blood red eyes, a symptom of Ash Syndrome. She was calmly polishing a blade that looked like it would be gripped in her hand like a pair of gauntlets, her lips and eyes looked like they were colored with somewhat goth styled makeup. The final guy had black hair pulled into tight braids and a darker completion. He was using a simple sword and shield combo with the shield wrapped to his back.
Morgan sighed and approached the big group of people. “What's up?” She asked the entire group without directing the question at anyone in particular. The dark skinned man smiled at her and lightly waved at her. “Hey there, you part of Solstice?” He asked with a friendly sounding voice, Morgan nodded and walked past him to get in line with Florence and Robin. “Yep, and now I'm here.” She responded, the man reached out at her and smiled as he offered to shake his gloved hand. “Hey! I'm Rodney. It's a pleasure.” He greeted, Morgan looked down at his hand and quietly accepted with a smile. “Name's Morgan, good to meet you Rodney.”
He lightly chuckled as the man presiding over the large group of twelve cleared his throat, trying to gather everyone's attention. “I would like to make this brief. This is an emergency mission and must be treated as such, every second is precious.” He spoke with a commanding voice. “I am captain Gerald Marcel, I preside over the students at the Riverside's Spectrum division.” He introduced himself very quickly, folding his arms as he paced the students. “We are currently under attack by a massive amount of creatures that were detected on our lidar riftfallen detection system.” He explained, before pausing and turning to face them as he spoke. “We do not like to send more students than what is absolutely necessary to deal with the problem. Anything more is excessive.”
He looked behind his shoulder and looked at the map of the city, small blips pinging on it every couple of seconds as a technician was talking on a radio to one of the teams. “We have sent a team to cover each area, but it turns out that we don't have don't have a team to cover the now saturated Riverside Central Mall, and we need a team there to defeat them. This is the purpose for team KLP.” He revealed, Maria looking over to team KLP with some confusion. “Please don't tell me KLP means what I think it means.” She worried.
Rodney sighed and looked away from her from embarrassment. “It's uhh... Key Lime Pie.” He admitted as teams Solstice and Equinox both start giggling except for Maria, who was quietly burying her face into her own hands. “Oh my god...” She muttered from exasperation from this revelation. “Please tell me you're fucking with me.” She requested, but Rodney just shook his head and chuckled. “No... And our sister team is Lemon Meringue.” Maria took that even worse, clawing into her own hair and groaning from the sheer pain of the stupid running through this room.
“Yeah... We don't get to pick our names.” He commented before the commander shouted at their muttering. “SILENCE, YOU TWO!” He shouted, both of them jumping to stare back at him and quickly quell their pointless jokes about food. He cleared his throat and crossed his arms behind his back as he spoke. “You other two will be sent to the same area, but as your team is much less experienced... and much more chatty.” He added in the next comment directly toward Maria with a quick glare. “You will be running evacuation. You will gather the people escaping the mall and rout them to the nearest local shelter, currently sitting on the corner of Market St. and Summer Ave, this location is roughly a mile away, any questions?” He finished, Morgan raising a hand at that as she slipped on her combat armor placed on a nearby table. “Why do we need to run extraction?” She asked, he pointed at her and nodded his head.
“Because we might be attacked by more Riftfallen and if these barely armed civilians get harmed then this entire thing is pointless.” He explained, as Maria folded her arms and shook her head gently. “Great, cannon fodder.” She muttered just quiet enough for Gerald couldn't hear her complain. “The armor you are wearing is made of a fabric which resists impact by hardening at the moment of impact. It also prevents piercing... But it's weak against crushing pressure so keep in mind that you shouldn't be pinned down under any circumstance.” He warned, Maria inspecting the communicator strapped to her wrist which was like a bigger, bulkier version of a watch.
“That reminds me, each of you have a communicator that has several settings depending on what button you press. One is to contact HQ, the next is to contact your team members, and the last one will contact anyone in the immediate area who also has a communicator. This also uses the same vital tracking technology that you've seen in your survival tests, and if you get too wounded we'll send in medical assistance as fast as we can possibly arrive.” He added, everyone standing shoulder to shoulder. “That should be everything, Best of luck to all of you. Please head behind this building to the helipad and await further orders.” He finished, walking over to the computers to help the information and HQ for the rest of the teams.
Everyone else quietly left the room, heading down the stairs and out of the building before walking around to the back. There were 8 helicopter landing zones painted out, and none were landed on just yet. They heard the chopping sound of one or two helicopters in the distance as the flashing lights indicating they were a mile or so away in the evening sky. “Are you nervous, Maria?” Asked Cassandra, after noticing her eyes were scanning her feet as she walked onto the huge concrete helipads.
“I didn't think I'd get here, that's all.” She tried to shrug off, but Cassandra yanked her into a firm hug as she looked down at the shorter redhead. “I believe in you, Maria... Let's go kick some ass.” She reassured her with a smile, Maria blinking a couple of times for a beat before replying. “...Can you believe in me while not touching me?” She asked flatly, and Cassandra quickly let her go out of embarrassment. “Whoops.” She apologized quickly, Morgan chuckling at the exchange as well.
The helicopters rotor wash slowly got stronger and louder sounder as they chattered quietly among each other until is slowly set down, the wind kicking up the dust and fallen leaves off the ground. It was a smooth gray color with a dark red highlights to denote it was a Spectrum Helicopter. The doors swung open and showed a pair of seats lined on each side of it's interior. It had two technicians sitting on each side along with a pilot, one of them gesturing them all to come in.
Morgan walked up to Lily and slapped her on the shoulder. “AHH!” She jumped, out of surprise as Morgan laughed and gripped onto it lightly. “Looks like things are finally starting to move.” She commented, Lily nodding a bit as she got over her mini panic attack. “Yeah... I am just worried I'll blow it...” She admitted, looking at the floor as the rest of the team started to climb into the helicopter and attach the belts to themselves in preparation for takeoff.
“Well with that attitude, you'll definitely blow it.” Morgan joked to try and get Lily to laugh, but nothing came out of it. “I'm too scared to laugh.” She spoke sheepishly, but Morgan furrowed her brow before speaking up “...Look.” She calmly stated, grabbing Lily by both shoulders and looking her in the eye. “This is your chance to prove to the world that they're wrong about you. You can throw away every single insult you've ever gotten as 'wrong' and never look back.” She tried for a pep talk, even if Lily was too busy sulking to hear. “Prove yourself to be someone worth praising.. and prove me wrong when I called you a bitch that one time.” She added at the end, which made Lily chuckle just a little bit.
“Alright... Let's finish this.” She said with a smile, pumping her fist as Morgan let go of her to punch her in the shoulder. “Damn right, girl!” Morgan shouted in joy, But Lily just winced and started rubbing her shoulder in pain. “Do you always punch people when you're happy?” She complained, Morgan looking at her with a straight face.
“Yes.”
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