#dirtybets

Doubt and fear filled Laine’s eyes as she ducked down behind cover, a few slug rounds impacting the rubble she crouched against.  Screams echoed through the streets, along with the sound of gunfire and the Cabal’s roars.

She was angry, oh yes.  She gripped her auto rifle in a death grip, peering out from cover.  She winced as a building further down the street collapsed, covering the area in a thick cloak of dust and debris.

But what ruled her more than anger was fear.

“Survivors,” she echoed hollowly, slumping against the rubble.  “This doesn’t feel like survival.  This feels like a death sentence.  This feels like extinction.”

Screams echoed down the street, only to be cut off suddenly.  Laine resisted the urge to cover her ears.  She looked to Cayde again. “How do you do it?” she asked quietly, barely audible over the gunfire.  “I want to be brave.  I want to be angry.”

Admittedly, she didn’t think she would actually go through with this. Hunting down her vanguard to his ship was less than ideal, as she nervously shuffled her way towards it, banging on the hull, and saying loud enough for him to hear inside, “Cayde, Sir, it’s uh, it’s BioHazard. The, the run that just got back from uh, my expedition?”

[Well one would to be financially stable in a job that I can enjoy. I mean, who doesn't want that??

Second would be to lose weight a little bit faster. Working at mc donalds has left me with quite a few nasty stretch marks that I would like to try and rid myself of. Or at least not look so... lumpy lol

A small flash of guilt came, but Cayde quickly pushed it away. “Yeah, yeah, I know – things have been hectic around here.” As they tended to be, often, but once the information about the city’s newest threat started to feed in, the Vanguard had been busy discussing what to do; What to send Saladin, how many Guardians did this threat need, that sort of thing.

Cayde didn’t let it dwell, though. He shifted, sitting back in his spot as his Ghost sent the transmission for him. “So, you got something good for me, Shiro?” He asked, prompting him to tell him what he’d wanted to say earlier.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Shiro replied through his Ghost. “I’ve never had to deal with so many Guardians in my life.” As a hunter, he was more of a lone wolf, but ever since the SIVA threat reared its ugly head and the Iron Temple opened up to the Guardians, he’d been a pretty popular guy. He didn’t hate it, but it kept him busy most of the time.

( cayde tucks him under his arm and walks away )

“I haven’t interacted with Cayde much, except as a part of some of the scouting I used to to do on the Dreadnaught or a small conversation here and there.  I admit, I am rather afraid of what he thinks of me.  I know...I’m an odd one.”