Call Me West

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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. 

West scoffed at the Insurrectionist. “We know you have the codes,” she said with another snarl. “You can give them to me, or I can search your body for them.” There was a decent chance she’d kill him anyway, but if she felt generous, maybe just knock him out and leave. This mission was not, after all, about undue casualties. She shook her head almost imperceptibly but did not otherwise acknowledge his joke, only mentally preparing her attack further.

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.

Beta Team Starter (aka Beta-on it)

Beta Team Starter (aka Beta-on it)

Beta Team Starter (aka Beta-on it)

Beta Team Starter (aka Beta-on it)

“Fiction is where the fun lies. If you can convince someone that your truth is a better fit than their own, you’ve won most arguments.” He replied, sliding his hands into his pockets as the words rattled off. The smallest of pouts crossed his face at the mention of him being too chatty for a stealth agent. Deep down his pride was wounded, if only a little. “Well, aside from being able to hold an interesting conversation, I am in fact an infiltration agent. Stealth is great, especially when someone doesn’t think you’re the stealth type. As for yourself, I’d say that your talent would be “death by sarcasm”, no?”

“Indeed,” West said with a smirk as she rolled her eyes at his pout. “Infiltration doesn’t always equal stealth, you know.” She chuckled at his remark on her sarcasm. “It is one of my many talents, though a bullet usually does the job quicker so I usually stick with my sniper unless I feel like spending the time on someone.”

West’s lip tugged up in a smirk as her kick made contact. She had the advantage, for the moment at least, and pressed it while Maine was recovering, with just a little twist. She would send a kick or a punch his way, then move around, ducking off to either side as soon as she connected or missed, playing on her superior speed. Maine had proven himself as a good sparring partner at this point, and she was having fun with the challenges  he presented.

Feigning surprise Oak held his hands up, as if the topic was getting a little beyond him. In all actuality he was just curious to see how far she would go with the story. “Right then, so you’re one of those, ‘I’d tell you but I’d have to kill you’ kinda ladies’. As for my care packages, where there’s a will there’s a way. Besides, if a contract killer can get picked up be a technologically advanced and awfully shady military outfit like this…” Oak swung around, throwing his arms out wide in a gesture to the ship in all her magnificent glory. “…Then i’m sure that one or two parcels will make their way across the cosmos and into my lap.”

West just shrugged, smirk returning to more bemused. “Fiction is often much more interesting than the truth, my fellow agent. You seem well aware of that fact,” she said, folding her arms and leaning against the nearest wall. “As long as I get to put my rifle to good use, I’m happy. You, though, are quite...chatty. Not a stealth expert, clearly. I suppose your talent could be talking our enemies to their death. Wouldn’t surprise me.”