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>Sit your ass down Delta, and recover like RBA would want you to. You are going to die on the battlefield one day, not now from you bursting your stitches and spilling your guts like a moron. Would he want that, huh? Huh?!
"Okay, look, Delta. I get your desire to work. I do. But what you're asking for is...I would say retarded but that would be unprofessional. So let's say 'unwise' and 'what a moron would do'."
"Sir. Do you think I want to fucking rot here for days on end? I'm fucking useless like this, I might as well be god damn dead!" Delta hisses out. His hair is an absolute mess. His outfit, what's left of it that hasn't been cut away or removed, is in absolute shreds. "I'm a disgrace."
"No. A disgrace would be someone who would have his stomach burst open and have his guts spill out like overcooked pasta." You wipe away a trickle of black from your mouth. "Would RBA want to die like that?"
This gets Delta to immediately shut up...before getting angrier. "Don't say his fucking name to talk down to me, <span class="mu-i">boss.</span>" A trickle of red leaks out of his mouth.
[DYING LIGHT] There is a compromise. We have the report, perhaps it could satisfy Delta.
[BOUND BY DUTY] We require sending at least three to four other personnel to assist the Agent, and at least one PARADIGM. Is it worth it?
[HOPELESS WRECK] FUCK IT, SEND HIM OUT AND WATCH HIM SQUIRM. IF HE DIES IN THE FIELD, IT'S OUT OF HANDS.
"Alright. Look, read your PDA."
Administrator --> Delta
ADMINISTATOR: Do not say a single thing about what I'm asking you to do.
ADMINISTATOR: Even I think this isn't the best but we do have a source of a potential anomaly.
ADMINISTATOR: You will be working with Agent K, Employee U, X, Y, and R2. You will be given The American Spirit and God Wills It Thus.
ADMINISTATOR: Take this offer or stay and rest. This is the best I can give you.
ADMINISTATOR: I'm sorry that you haven't healed quickly enough to work with the other agents.
ADMINISTATOR: This stays between the two of us and the others.
Delta looks at his PDA, then back at the cameras strewn all around the facility, then back at the PDA. For a moment, there's a shadow of a smile on his face. "God damnit, thank you." Cloud looks up from his bed, looking like absolute death himself.
"shut up please" He lays his head back down. The young kid looks like absolute dogshit, probably on some sort of massive withdrawal. There goes your plan to interivew him today.
"Sorry, kid." Delta speaks with a weirdly meek tone around him. "Go back to sleep. You need it."
[DYING LIGHT] They are half cousins.
[HOPELESS WRECK] BOUND BY SUFFERING, NOT BLOOD.
"Thank you for snapping me back to my senses, sir." Delta winks. He then puts his head back on the pillow.
>Delta, AK, U, X, Y, R2, GWIT, and TAS will be gone next shift. (Three for this plan, 2 for others.)
>You might get more anomaly(anomalies?) than you're normally supposed to get next selection
