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Jane flinched at the sudden prod to her back, casting a quick glance over her shoulder to see the man with the rifle, Erik, leading her along. Path? What path? She froze for a moment, knuckles curling into tightly wound balls at her side. The rifle shoved her forward again.
"C'mon, hurry up," the one with the machete this time.
The girl shook herself, snapping back to reality, the momentary sensation of terror slipping into the background. She moved on, feeling the gravel of ground concrete and damp earth give way beneath her feet. For a while, only their footfalls crunching against the path sounded. Though she knew she was most likely imagining it, for a while, Jane was positive she could hear the distant din of crashing water.
"Right," her father began after they had been walking through over-grown wasteland for little more than five minutes; their procession stopped abruptly. "I'm going to need some assurances before we start heading through your little Q-zone. If you want to put a bullet in each of us because you think FEDRA cares about some little bug out west, then we might as well not've bothered stopping here."
Jane felt it best not to mention that they had never heard of a Firefly base in Texas, that they were just here to recoup and prepare for the winter. As her father spoke, she glanced down at her own, worn jacket, torn pants, and shoes so mangled they were hardly more than scraps of leather bound by a rubber sole. Fireflies were supposed to be smart, they had avoided FEDRA for years out here - how could they not see that a girl and her father were nothing more than travelers?
Erik walked behind the two, his rifle pointed at their backs, while Matthew moved ahead, leading them along the path. He tried to ignore the younger girl's anxiety and discomfort. It was hard not to view Lauren in the girl's place; he and his sisters had walked into the camp just like this, years back, a gun pointed at each of them as they dropped to their knees and were scanned. The Fireflies were fiercer then, still young and bold. Marlene's death had brought an end to that. Thinking on this, Erik's gun began to lower as they walked. FEDRA or not, these people looked scared, uncertain. There wasn't any use in threatening them, and nobody was here to tell him otherwise.
The procession halted as the girl's father turned around and spoke to him and Matthew. A brave man, he thought to himself before stepping forward, lifting his rifle and resting it against his shoulder. Before he could speak, Matthew butted in from the front of the line. "Does it matter whether we plan to kill yer or not? Yer weaponless, and surrounded. I reckon yer'd only last-"
"Matthew," Erik warned, "Watch your mouth." He looked back towards the father and daughter. "We're not going to kill you," He gestured forward, wordlessly asking them to continue walking. "Have you ever heard of the Fireflies?"
"Heard of them?" Her father questioned, the twitch of a smile tugging at his lips. "You're either being too modest or've never left here. Day didn't go by back in Atlanta when you little bugs weren't mentioned. Never had any issues with Fireflies like some of the other Q-zones did, but be damned if we didn't have idiots spray-painting that logo everywhere, stirring up trouble."
"There was one," Jane added, softly, stammering on nearly every other syllable. "Smuggled some meds in'n out of Atlanta."
Matthew scowled, turning his back on the group and pushing ahead at a faster pace. Erik ignored him; the guy was little more than a big child sometimes. He nodded towards the male, the corners of his lips twitching up in a semblance of a smile. "That's what we do, sir," he answered, glancing over at the girl. The poor thing could barely talk. He resolved to bring them back to his and Cait's living quarters after they spoke with Zoe; maybe Lauren could make the girl feel more comfortable.
"That's a more accurate account of what we do. We don't go killing," his eyes narrowed into a glare aimed towards Matthew. If the bigger man noticed, he didn't show it. "There's nothing to be gained in ridding the world even further of our humanity. Although I'm not quite sure we bring people to the light."
"I suppose you're just passing through, then?" he questioned. "I can't promise you anything, but I can try to get you some food 'n water before you head back out. Policy requires I bring you to see Zoe first. Won't be but a few minutes."
"I don't-"
"We were going to stop here and rest up before heading down south," Jane interrupted. Her father shot her a stern look, telling her plain as speech to shut her mouth and let him do the talking: she went on anyways, before he could drone on about some contrived reason they couldn't stay in Firefly territory. "Winters won't be so bad there."
The sudden burst of passion and outspokenness vanished as soon as it had appeared, and Jane retreated towards the rear of the group. Her father cleared his throat and glanced over his shoulder: this conversation isn't done. She could live with that. They couldn't live with another two, three, four, however many more weeks on the road.
"That's about the shape of it," he admitted grudgingly. "But I'm sure we'll be of some use 'til we have to get goin' ag'in."
Erik looked between the two in silence, watching them interact.Just like Lauren, Cait, and me, he thought. Although Lauren perhaps wasn't so shy, and usually had her elder sister to back her up. His sisters were never afraid to speak their minds. This girl seemed to know what she was doing despite that; he had to give her credit for that, especially after the look her father gave her. Do not admit weakness--it was something his own father had drilled into him again and again. Erik didn't say anything of it, but nodded towards the male, directing them with a wave of his hand past another turn.
"I'm sure there will be some work to be found," he said. "There's always work that needs doing, here." He hoped he wasn't lying. Zoë could be kind, but would she want newcomers to the group? Surely not after the last one...
A few Fireflies were lingering here and there, some carrying food, others cleaning guns, some just heading home. A few gave the newcomers curious glances, but there was no gossip or hushed words behind backs. There was a level of respect here that Zoë somehow managed to maintain, despite everything. Matthew pushed through any one on the main path, before stopping in front of the open doors of one of the station's biggest buildings. The camp might have seemed dead on the outside, but in here, it was teeming with life. Noise echoed through the halls, and the smell of cooking food followed suit.
"Over here, please," Erik said, standing between the two and Matthew. "Can you continue patrol?"
The man simply left without a word.
"Right." He stood between them and the entrance, gun still resting on his shoulder. "Zoë is a bit of a tough nut to crack. She'll see you, but I can't promise you she'll let you stay," his gaze dropped to the girl, "no matter the circumstances." He looked back at the father. "I'll try my best to convince her, but my sister is the one who has her good graces, not me. Not my speed."
Credit to @Rainjay!
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