>>5881111holy fuck the QUAD GET
"Alright, Frank, it's time to address the melkbug in the room," Bennett declares. "We are in serious, no, dire need of transportation."
"NO FUCKING SHIT." Both of the Agents had watched as the van drove off, the new driver swerving like a drunk to some unknown destination. "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LOSE THE VAN?"
"There was, there was a giant ant." Bennett coughs. "He hit me really fucking hard with warptech bullshit. Couldn't stand my ground with his fancy armor too. That's how."
The Agent sniffs as he inspects himself. Nothing terribly lethal, just a dull headache now, but for some reason, his leg wound smells like vinegar..? He's pretty sure he didn't lose a fight against a salad bowl.
[ANALYTICAL] "I'M NOT SURPRISED." Frank murmurs in the process of understanding. As a "seasoned" Agent like Bennett himself, a giant ant is par for the course at this point. "BUT FATHER ABOVE, WHAT DID WE DO TO PISS OFF THE FUCKING [red]RED TEAM[/red]?"
[PARANOID] Frank whirls around, his entire body suddenly tense. "Bennett," Frank says, terribly, utterly calm. "Do you have anything blu on you?"
[ERRATIC] "Oh. Uh." Bennett reaches into his pocket and skittishly takes out a blue pen. "I do have-"
"AIE. AIE! AIE!!!" Frank punches Bennett in the face, knocking him flat on his ass. Bennett can only throw up his arms up as the blows come pouring down.
"Owshitimsorrysorry-"
[ROBUST] Frank throws a straight right, but the Agent just eats it right on chin. Frank's momentum falters against the no-sell. Just as he always does, Bennett takes the chance to baton sweep Frank's legs out from under him.
He could continue with returning the favor and bashing his head in, but Bennett takes a courteous bunny hop backwards instead. The furious Agent scrambles to his feet. Serene rabbit masks betray no emotions as they stare each other down, circling around in the middle of the street.
...
"BASTARD."
Frank suddenly relaxes and throws down his arms, his anger completely spent, and Bennett follows suit with a laugh. It's just like old times, an old ritual really, Bennett reminsces. One that goes way back to the drudgery of P Company's monster facilities...
