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Havoc stayed quiet as everyone else voiced their opinions, maybe giving an eye roll here and there as attitudes flared a bit, but his expression remained fairly serious up until the money was handed out. "You do realize that I haven't bought a single roomba, right? It would be pretty stupid to spend money on something you're going to try to destroy." He quipped back at Behemoth with a small smirk. Said smirk disappeared in an instant when Apex slid his stack over to him. "Don't we all." The sarcastic edge in his voice came out a bit louder than intentional, but his fucks had flown out the airlock a long time ago.
"So what do you want me to do with this, then?" He asked as he stood up and pocketed his own stack. "I know a good charity, or it can go to the Repairing Things Behemoth Breaks Foundation." There was a small glare shot towards their infallible leader. He wasn't going to forget about the sound of something shattering down the hall during his movie time anytime soon. Still, there was a hint of a smirk reappearing on his face. "I have some other business to deal with, I'm sure you'll figure out how to reach me when you decide on what you'd like the money to go to." And with that, he left the conference room, not touching the remaining stack of money at the table.
He checked his pockets to make sure he had everything he needed as he walked down the hall. Once he was sure, he activated his badge and ported off to a poorly lit parking garage. Parked in the corner was a van of some kind with a tarp over it. He carefully took the tarp off to reveal a nicely painted panel van that was kept in shockingly good shape. It unlocked as he approached, and as he slid into the driver's seat the large computer system lining the back side of the van behind his seat hummed to life. He began a file transfer from his phone to the computer. With that going, he fired up the van and started driving. The radio crackled to life once he was out of the parking garage, a song he didn't recognize that was pleasant enough to drive to. City lights eventually faded away as he moved along to his next location.
A few hours later and the crunch of gravel under his tires signified his arrival at destination number one. A large plantation house hidden deep in the woods came into view soon enough. He could see a couple kids huddled around a telescope out in the front yard, who hardly gave him a second glance as he made his way to the front porch. A woman about his age with short mouse brown hair appeared out of thin air before he could get up the front stairs. "Hey." He greeted her with a small smile.
"Hey, yourself." She replied with a small smile of her own. "I heard you did some good on the other side of the world earlier today."
"Who, me? I was just a trigger man. Nothing heroic there." He pulled the stack of cash out of his pocket and handed it off to her. "Paid well, though. Here."
"A trigger man... Sure, Zappy. Keep telling yourself that." A more knowing smile flashed across her face as she counted the money. "And I suppose you aren't sleeping right now because you're watching camera feeds in the back of your mind, making sure that those kids don't get whisked off to another hell hole, Mr. Not A Hero." A playful hand went up to mess up his hair and he rolled his eyes and leaned down to give her more access.
"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up at the expense of my conscience." His sarcasm flared with a good-natured chuckle. "How've things been going out here?"
"Good. Why don't you come inside? There's a fresh pot of coffee with your name on it." She stepped back towards the door, allowing him to continue up the porch steps. The two old friends made their way inside with more lighthearted conversation.
"So what do you want me to do with this, then?" He asked as he stood up and pocketed his own stack. "I know a good charity, or it can go to the Repairing Things Behemoth Breaks Foundation." There was a small glare shot towards their infallible leader. He wasn't going to forget about the sound of something shattering down the hall during his movie time anytime soon. Still, there was a hint of a smirk reappearing on his face. "I have some other business to deal with, I'm sure you'll figure out how to reach me when you decide on what you'd like the money to go to." And with that, he left the conference room, not touching the remaining stack of money at the table.
He checked his pockets to make sure he had everything he needed as he walked down the hall. Once he was sure, he activated his badge and ported off to a poorly lit parking garage. Parked in the corner was a van of some kind with a tarp over it. He carefully took the tarp off to reveal a nicely painted panel van that was kept in shockingly good shape. It unlocked as he approached, and as he slid into the driver's seat the large computer system lining the back side of the van behind his seat hummed to life. He began a file transfer from his phone to the computer. With that going, he fired up the van and started driving. The radio crackled to life once he was out of the parking garage, a song he didn't recognize that was pleasant enough to drive to. City lights eventually faded away as he moved along to his next location.
A few hours later and the crunch of gravel under his tires signified his arrival at destination number one. A large plantation house hidden deep in the woods came into view soon enough. He could see a couple kids huddled around a telescope out in the front yard, who hardly gave him a second glance as he made his way to the front porch. A woman about his age with short mouse brown hair appeared out of thin air before he could get up the front stairs. "Hey." He greeted her with a small smile.
"Hey, yourself." She replied with a small smile of her own. "I heard you did some good on the other side of the world earlier today."
"Who, me? I was just a trigger man. Nothing heroic there." He pulled the stack of cash out of his pocket and handed it off to her. "Paid well, though. Here."
"A trigger man... Sure, Zappy. Keep telling yourself that." A more knowing smile flashed across her face as she counted the money. "And I suppose you aren't sleeping right now because you're watching camera feeds in the back of your mind, making sure that those kids don't get whisked off to another hell hole, Mr. Not A Hero." A playful hand went up to mess up his hair and he rolled his eyes and leaned down to give her more access.
"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up at the expense of my conscience." His sarcasm flared with a good-natured chuckle. "How've things been going out here?"
"Good. Why don't you come inside? There's a fresh pot of coffee with your name on it." She stepped back towards the door, allowing him to continue up the porch steps. The two old friends made their way inside with more lighthearted conversation.
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