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Guess Who's A Secret Poet?Tennessee grumbled something unintelligible under her breath as she made her way into the locker room, a large spacious area in where the Freelancers all put their personal items in their designated lockers.
The mere thought of Arizona done absolutely nothing to cool down her frustrations; instead it was almost like someone poured a shit load of gasoline on a dying flame, only to make it a raging, uncontrollable inferno. Damn that smug bastard! Once again he decided to get unexpectedly involved in her recent mission to obtain relevant information about their Insurrectionist foes, and then when she was merely two feet away from securing the package, Arizona stole it from her grasp before sneering a quick “Thanks” before lumbering off with the case.
What fuelled her wrath even more was the fact during their debrief upon returning to the Mother of Invention ship, the Director praised Arizona for his quick thinking and head-strong bravery when in truth she should have been rece
People Can Change Their WaysOver the span of many years Wash learned to never form close attachments with anyone, for he watched South’s unbreakable bond with her twin brother, North, was torn apart by jealously and bitterness which resulted in her playing a part in North’s death; if Wash wanted nothing to do with friendships, then why did he consider the Reds and the Blues as something akin to family despite it being dysfunctional at times?
Even when he was an inexperienced Freelancer, which often became a subject that York used to tease him about, he wanted to be brave, heroic and strong just like Carolina; he never told anyone this, but during his days of detainment in a mental facility after the Epsilon incident he sobbed like a chid, wishing he was dead in order to stop the onslaught of intrusive memories.
The transformation of a being cold hearted soldier into an actual human being with raw feelings and emotions defined who he was as man right now; this time Wash promised himself his next encoun
The Legendary Heavenly Deluxe BeverageBrandon had never once considered himself a great lover of coffee. That was until he found himself standing right outside what appeared to be a delightful and cosy coffee shop on the corner of Fifth Avenue.
Already he was starting to like it even more because of the name itself. How ironic that he was in the Big Apple, a vast city that catered to the needs of caffeine addicts that needed several fixes to keep them motivated day and night. A small smile crept on his face in spite of the stress filled day he had regarding work. Needless to say sometimes it wasn’t easy being the owner of a mechanic garage for cars and motorbikes…
Pushing open the door, a small bell jangled overhead signalling his entrance, the strong aroma of coffee invading his nostrils as he breathed the delicious scent in. For a brief moment he stood rooted on the spot, merely soaking in the atmosphere while admiring the modern sophisticated décor of the vicinity. Not too packed or too em
The Luck Of The Irish“Crap!”
Instead of asking my teammate, Reynolds, the reason for his sudden panicked expression, I followed the direction to where he was currently staring at. My heart momentarily faltered in my chest at the sight of an enraged golden armoured Elite charging up the ramp towards us with his Energy Sword activated. He wasn’t alone though as I caught a brief glimpse of his buddy trailing behind him, bright blue plasma bolts being furiously expelled from his plasma rifle. Luckily none of his hits found their target as I gripped Reynolds’ arm and then proceeded to drag him out of harm’s way.
I quickly eyed the sealed door that was on the same ground platform, about ten yards away. An idea formed in my head and I mustered a prayer to the good Lord above for a spot of guidance.
As I was about to alert him of my plan, I noticed Reynolds’ gloved hands were visibly shaking. I don’t know what possessed him, most likely bloody desperation, but he aimed a C
The Appointed Godfather“Church, can I ask you something?”
The cobalt armoured soldier gave a long, drawn out sigh as he turned towards Tucker. Needless to say the Blue leader didn’t have time to deal with any pointless problems or get dragged into being a referee in one of Tucker and Caboose’s silly little dramas. Whatever it was, Church planned to give a half-assed response before waving his comrade to one side.
“Tucker, I’m kinda in the middle of something right here so this had better be important,” he commented through clenched teeth. His words weren’t far from the truth as he was thinking of ways to search for the missing AI, Omega. “Has Caboose fallen off a nearby cliff to his death?”
“Nope, nothing like that. Uh, dude…have you killed my kid? I can’t seem to find him anywhere.”
“What? No!” Church threw up his arms in exasperation, almost hitting Tucker in the face in the process. He snorted as though he was
The Spark Of Suspicion“Agent Connecticut.” The man bared his white teeth to her in a welcoming smile, a stark contrast to his dark chocolate complexion. “What brings you here?”
“I need to see the Director. It’s pretty urgent, Sir.”
“I’m afraid the Director is preoccupied, therefore he has strict orders that he should not be disturbed. He is prepping some Freelancers for an upcoming mission that shall begin as soon as they exit the room.”
“I see. Well, thank you anyway.”
As CT pivoted around to go on her way, the Councillor briefly cleared his throat. This action regained her attention, turning her body towards the man. If the female knew any better, it seemed that he had a lot more to say. This should be very interesting to say the least.
“If you would like, perhaps I can be of some assistance to you. I’ve noticed there appears to be...uh, two of you standing before me.”
If someone were to listen on their conversation
How The Tables Have TurnedFor the past two minutes or so, Wash’s left eye refused to stop twitching. The cause of this annoying condition took form in the shape of Donut was currently sucking the last remainder of the thick strawberry milkshake through a straw, the consistent hard slurping noises grating his nerves. Why couldn’t the Red soldier nosily drink elsewhere? After all, it wasn’t like they were restrained by handcuffs in a room and being treated like some prisoners of war like when they first arrived at the Federal Army of Chorus’ base a few weeks ago.
At this moment he would rather be by his own. He wanted some privacy to himself in order to collect his thoughts in a calm manner – a lot of events happened over the past couple of days since their first encounter with the British General of the planet’s army, Donald Doyle. However instead of using the time to merely reflect, Donut continued to unknowingly pester the former Freelancer with how much noise he made.
Never Argue With ClownsFor some reason Grif had a feeling he was being watched from afar. He became aware of a presence trailing behind him ever since he began to walk home from school. The sound of what appeared to be large squeaky shoes trailed rapidly behind him- at first the footsteps maintained a steady rhythm before quickening its pace into jogging. However before Grif whirled around to finally catch the potential stalker they just disappeared into the wind as though the seventeen year old merely imagined it.
It didn’t take long to reach the street where he lived on – it was a fair stretch of avenue where mostly old age pensioners resided there. Overall it was a relatively quiet and peaceful neighbour – no signs of trouble and disorder at all.
Or so Grif thought, just when someone tackled him from behind, such gleeful cackling coming from whoever attacked him. What the hell was their problem? Grif thought angrily, lifting his head from the ground and promptly spitting out clu
Tainted With Nightmares“Washington and another died.”
The unseen man’s gentle Southeren rasp, although filled with a solemn tone, sent vibrations around the blue lit room that imprisoned me. The last word seems to echo on and on, piercing my eardrums, but there was nothing I could do to ease the pain. I was completely hopeless, no good at all.
When the word “Died” vanished into the shadows where quietness reigned, it served as a taunt, more powerful than the previous times I’d been subjected to interrogation beforehand. If only I analysed the schematics, no matter how complicated they were, and efficiently programmed them at such a faster rate, then the security failure would have been avoided.
But the burning question still remained. Which other Freelancer, besides Washington, had been killed in action? I had the right to know because even though the Director assured me it wasn’t my fault, the fact the massive lump in my throat hadn’t dislodged was solid proof
Haikus from a nostalgic stroll
The mist exhaled by the lake,
When the bloody moon appeared in the sky,
La brume expirée par le lac,
Quand la lune de sang est apparue dans le ciel,
Even this old oak would like to wipe
Your drops of tears
Printemps en fleur
Même ce vieux chêne aimerait essuyer
Vos gouttes de larmes
In the absence of my wife,
My heart still beats for this young sake saleswoman
Lying on plum red leaves
En l'absence de ma femme,
Mon coeur bat encore pour cette jeune vendeuse de saké
Couché sur les feuilles rouges de prunier
MuramasaI am tempered steel
Beaten, forged and sharpened
Becoming the sword
Let none dare hinder my path
Cut down they shall suffer wrath.
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