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I love you, my friends

Before Scully could even respond to the robot, the sound of a helicopter coming closer to their direction suddenly alarmed her. They knew that a UFO had crash-landed here, and they knew for a fact that the driver could still be here. They would never give the individual a chance to speak for themselves–the bastards. Putting her arms down along with the weapon, she pointed east where the woodlands were at. “You need to hide and get out of here” she said in an immediate tone, “these people won’t give you a chance if you stay–”.

briefly, his optics fixated onto the lowered weapon - and flickered then to the woman bearing it. mere seconds ago, this agent was holding him at gunpoint; nothing but severity and suspicion written into her features. now, she was mapping out his escape plan. Fugitoid would have surely laughed, had the situation been apt.  unfortunately, to obey her command so directly was a test to the android’s innate compassion --- any and all absconding halting in its tracks as Fugitoid ever-so-tensely asked, “but what of you, madam?” 

Sebastian sighed heavily and slumped on the stairs, cupping his cheek in his hand and gazing down at the floor. “I thought that if maybe I did some extra training while they were gone, I could get better, and then they might let me tag along…”

it was evident, he knew, by the timbre of his voice that the professor was treading carefully in his speech. no doubt, Sebastian had heard similar before; and Fugitoid could only imagine how irking it must be for the universe to act as such a broken record. “however,” he amended, quickly; hardly allowing the boy to get a word in. “everybody has their limits on what they can handle. if you truly think that you can tackle a mission, then your brothers really have no reason to object!”