We all got to survive some how

Beta Team Starter (aka Beta-on it)

West wasted no time in righting herself and leaping at the Insurrectionist, gun in hand. She had Mass remotely trigger the lock of the room’s door in an effort to make sure the rest of the base wouldn’t be alerted. She pulled a knife from where it was strapped to her boot and held it, ready to attack, as she jumped at him, going for the quietest weapon she had. “Server codes. Now,” she snarled at him, aiming to give him no time to do anything but respond to her.

Hermes only held his hands up as he laid on the ground, every so slowly scooting back and standing back up. “Hey there, easy. Why do you think I’d give you the codes so easily? Or what if I don’t even have them?” He tried, he didn’t know if this agent knew if he had the codes or not, he honestly hoped they didn’t. He wondered if he should attack now to trying to strike the knife out of her hands or wait to see if there was an opening to attack later on. “Seriously you agent always seem to drop in at the worst moment.” He couldn’t help but grin at his joke as he stood there. 

Beta Team Starter (aka Beta-on it)

The next turkey I see is getting stuffed with a live frag grenade and being shipped COD to the nearest Innie base.

Is that a threat or a promise? 

It’s the holiday season, so let’s call it a promise. Sounds nicer. 

Awh how sweet, I cant wait. How about I box up a bomb ready to blow in some pretty wrapping paper and send it to you in return.

Sounds fair. Have a merry fucking Christmas, Innie.

Grand, just absolutely grand. Same to you, oh and a happy fucking New year, Agent. 

The next turkey I see is getting stuffed with a live frag grenade and being shipped COD to the nearest Innie base.

Is that a threat or a promise? 

It’s the holiday season, so let’s call it a promise. Sounds nicer. 

Awh how sweet, I cant wait. How about I box up a bomb ready to blow in some pretty wrapping paper and send it to you in return.

The next turkey I see is getting stuffed with a live frag grenade and being shipped COD to the nearest Innie base.

Is that a threat or a promise? 

I guess I have. You have a pretty way of telling those nasty agents to shut their mouths. 

There is no need to be crude, there is no need to be brash. I am simple enough in what I say and the meaning behind it. But yes, I agree.

I guess there isn’t a need, but there is always a reason to everything...right? But ah well, you are good at making a message simple, and making a message stand out loud and proud. Man those agents need to stop yelling and screaming about how they are better than us Innies. We’re trying to cut a way out in the world too. 

I guess I have. You have a pretty way of telling those nasty agents to shut their mouths. 

“Got it- Agent California. I’ll be careful.” Charon grinned,”So how’ve you been, eh? Get in any close calls lately?”

“Thanks a head of time I think huh? I’ll let you know if anything changes. Lets hope not.” Hermes replied grinning back at the other “I have been pretty okay, despite us getting new grunts, hell on earth with them. The other day I had to take some to the shooting range, ya know to see if they aren't bad shots or anything. One basically almost shot me when I told them to hopd their fire, just holy shit…enough about my shitty grunt problems that come with work. How about yourself? How are you and close calls? Well- Other than what happened.” 

“I’m just extending a professional courtesy; Atropos told me of a certain Project-member she wanted me to avoid and I have. I got boundaries- and I can promise you that I can respect your ‘territory’ as it were- that being said, I’d get annoyed if you didn’t respect mine. Luckily for you the only Freelancer that’s made things personal is Agent Maryland- I don’t give a shit about any other but I’ll kill them all the same. Like, seriously, Hermes I’m just trying to not kill your guy- if I didn’t care I would not have asked and I’d kill you first for being compromised!” Charon chuckled,”You’re a friend and an ally- If I can’t trust you then who can I trust, right? If you need something from me you let me know and I’ll try to get it done…And I promise that if some agent tells me the phrase, ‘I’m sent by Hermes’, they’ll miraculously find it much easier to evade me then it would’ve been.”

Hermes only seemed to laugh “Dude, I guess your right. Im sure I could trust you. So I'm sure it wouldn't be bad to tell you. If you kept away from Atropos’s project friend I'm sure as hell you can stay away from mine. He is a bit of a little shit, but I love him so what can I say.” He walked over to a near by chair and pulled in closer to his friend so they didn't have to yell across to the room. “Your my friend and ally too dude, so I have to trust you thats for sure. Same rules apply, if you need something I’m sur eI can do it to an extent. Depends on the job for god sake.” He kicked his feet up on the frame of the bed. “Well, stay away from Agent California, thats who it is, Im sure it would be pretty easy to tell its him. He’s very short, I'm sure he would kick me in the shin thats for sure if he herd me say that. But over all attitude, hell yeah you’ll know its him.”