#sa milo

“Well, I’m not too stoked about what I’ve read. But at least we figured out the plans before they could forward them. And not to mention.. They’ve already got that U-boat functional again,” Jesse tapped a hand against the table as he got up from his position hunched over the wrinkled page.

“At least we’ve got the Leader. As long as he’s here, these plans should stay on hold. Though.. I find it specifically concerning that it says that now the torpedoes are loaded, as if they weren’t before? Even though, y’know. They’ve fired on people before, and successfully hit. And won. So... What's different?" Olivia pointed out.

"Good point... Maybe the torpedoes are preloaded now? So... They can fire... Faster?- oh well that kinda sucks for us, huh."

Jesse sighed and dragged a hand down his face.

"Oh boy... Well," Radar inhaled and spoke up from where he was seperated and on a wired phone, "I can't get through, they won't let me. Is there someone else who they might know-?"

"Who's on the line?" Lukas asked.

"Uhm- someone named Milo," Radar replied, holding one hand over the phone to block out noise. Yellow spoke up before anyone else could.

"Milo? Oh you've got to be kidding me. He doesn't even work there, he's a journalist. Let me talk to him." He got up and walked over to the phone. Radar handed him the land-line and stepped back.

"Milo!"

A shocked yelp came from the other end of the line.

"Cooper?! What are you doing there-?"

"You were talking to my team. Why are you answering Reginald's phone? Give him the phone, it's urgent."

"Unfortunately, he's busy at the moment. Maybe I can assist if you told me what was happening-"

“Jesus christ Milo I'm in no mood for your story digging bullshit you better get Reginald on the phone before I come over there myself and shove the phone so far up your ass you'll be speaking in chimes for a month. Do you understand?"

"Ah, moody as ever I see. Don't be so much a hypocrite, Yellow."

"The difference between us is I live the stories, you make them up based on rumors and snipits."

"It's no rumor that Isa is ruining this economy!"

"MILO! Not the time for the fake headlines! Reginald! Now!"

"Fine, fine, alright. Pushy."

There was silence on the phone for a moment before a new voice spoke.

"This had better be important, or else there's a warrant for your arrest appearing on my desk in an hour."

Yellow handed the phone off to Lukas without saying a word in order to keep things smooth. No one seemed very surprised at Yellow’s aggression, and only having known him for a few weeks, they all knew this was perfectly in character of him.

"Reginald!" Lukas said in as cheery of a voice as he could muster.

"Lukas? Is that Lukas I hear? My hasn't it been some long years. I'd ask how you've been, but this is serious. This is a private number, how did you get-"

"Don't worry, Reginald. I work for the CIA now. We're given this number in dire emergencies and right now well-- I suppose terrorism counts as a dire emergency."

"This is the federal government number, we can't exactly send in the military-"

"No no, you misunderstand. Haha.. We've uh- captured the Leader of a terrorist organization, you'd know them as the Witherstorm?"

There was a pause from Reginald.

"You did what?"

~~~~

Orion was doing his best to hold strong in the other room. Romeo, who’d clearly been containing this burning rage for quite a while, had decided to take it all out now, while he had the chance. Orion was bleeding from the nose and from a cut across his cheek, and two of his stitches had been pulled a tiny bit, leaving most of his face in a throbbing pain. His jaw was searing in pain and felt like it’d been broken, but he knew it wasn’t. Romeo wasn’t strong enough to do that.

He was hit again, Romeo’s fist cracking right over his cheek. He jerked in the chains and grunted as he went lightly limp to the side. He didn’t get much time to recover before he was jerked back forward and upwards as Romeo yanked him by the collar to drag him closer.

“What, you really thought I wasn’t going to retaliate eventually?” Romeo nearly spat, “Thought you were oh so powerful? Thought I’d cower away every time?”

Orion didn’t react, he just stated blankly at Romeo, no anger, no pain, just nothing. If anything, bored. This just insulted Romeo further, which was the goal. It’s not that Orion wanted to be further beaten, it was simply that the best way to get back at an angry Romeo was to just— not acknowledge.

Romeo growled and threw him back against the chair again, pacing back and forth.

“Your stitches have saved you from really talking, luckily for you,” Romeo huffed, “But for now I guess you’ll just have to remain a punching bag. Maybe Yellow will be next in here for his fair share. Maybe Jesse.”

Orion perked up lightly at the mention of Yellow’s name. Yellow had been the very first to post an entry about suspected Witherstorm activity. Yellow Cooper had always been the name he remembered that snatched five years off his plan. He hated the name, however to know he was here, delighted him.

However that delight quickly disappeared as Romeo’s fist again made contact just under his eye on the other side this time. He coughed and groaned, wincing this time at the throbbing in his already sore cheek.

“If you could speak, what would you say? Something alone the lines of ‘you’re going to regret this?’ Maybe ‘Let me loose and I’ll show you real power?’ Something edgy, something villainy? Or would you give us the answers we need?” Romeo paused for a moment, “Or, would you say nothing at all, like a coward.”

Orion snorted at his words and leaned back in the chair, still keeping his upright posture the best he could in his condition. He kept his image, and he’d be damned if he let Romeo knock him out of it. Romeo, once again, gave him a highly offended look.

“No one’s coming to rescue you, you know that, right?” Romeo lifted Orion’s gaze with a finger and shot him a shit eating smirk, “You’re ours now, and you’re going to answer for what you’ve done, and still plan to do.”

Orion gave no response. He kept his cool. This was Romeo’s mistake.

Romeo had no idea.

~~~~

“We caught the Witherstorm Leader. We did, yeah,” Lukas was heard off talking with Reginald on the phone, explaining the situation and asking for help on how to deal with it. By the way things sounded, it seemed like Reginald was taking things rather brashly.

“If you want, Lukas, I could talk to him! That’d make him change his mind for our sake,” Yellow offered as a joke, but Riot shook his head and Yellow scoffed a response with a grin.

“Look, Reginald. We just need a transport of some kind. Armored. This man is ridiculously strong and if we keep him here for much longer in nothing but chains somethings gonna go wrong.”