#xcloseencounters

@cassie-monroe

So maybe this wasn’t the best of ideas. Bastian was having all kinds of second and third thoughts about agreeing to even at least meet the Mavericks. But his doubt was outweighed by his hatred of being used. New cell, new restraints, new view. Still a prisoner. As much as he had been guilty of a number of unseemly acts, he believed his time spent in Protos more than covered his sentence.

So here he was, being escorted to some secret headquarters in a shady manner. Not that he wasn’t used to such measures. But he couldn’t help but think about what PRIME would do to him if they found out. He still wasn’t sure how or why the Mavs wanted to speak with him. It wasn’t like his involvement in Protos was known, even with the exposure and shutdown. And the Irishman didn’t exactly broadcast his dislike and contempt for PRIME. He was a good mongrel, so he’d been told...in no shortage of colorful terms and expressions.

But then, he wasn’t exactly the most friendly of people. He was smoking a cigarette, having developed the nasty habit almost immediately after his escape from Protos in order to help with his anxiety and bouts of paranoia.