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Jett was a lone wolf. She was at her best the times when no one was in her way. This allowed for putting herself into risky situations and only having to be responsible for watching her own back. Sure, she always had friends such as Phoenix and Raze when she desired company, but she always wondered what it was like to connect with someone on a deeper level. To be the half of a whole and to ache in the absence of the other. She meant this in a best friend way, of course. She wasn't looking for anything else.
She considered each member of the team:
'Viper? Too scary,' she thought.
'Killjoy? If I could tell what she was going on about at least half of the time.
Brimstone? . . .
Breach? No, he nearly strangled me in delight at my last ace.'
She began to mumble aloud as she went down the list.
"If I could just get closer with Phoenix... how do I get past the pranks and 'your mom' jokes stage?"
"Why not Skye?"
"AH!" Jett jumped in reaction to Killjoy who appeared out of NOWHERE like the gremlin she is.
"It's clearly the most logical option. According to my calculations, your friendship with Skye has a 99% chance of success. Now it just depends on if you do something about it."
"Calculations? Of what?" Jett tilted her head.
"Well, most importantly I took into account the fact that you both prefer to work alone."
"That makes no sense. How can we be friends if we both work alone?"
"That doesn't matter. It's telling in the way that your personalities are similar in said aspect, at least. And have you considered the possibility of working alone, but together?"
Jett paused to think about it. The thought of it was actually appealing, but she wasn't gonna let the smartass in front of her have the satisfaction of being correct.
"Hmm. It could be nice."
Killjoy adjusted the glasses on her now smug face causing Jett to facepalm.
"Also, how could I forget," Killjoy continued, "the both of you put massive care into refining your skills for the betterment of the team. Seems like you already have something to bond over."
"Ok, ok, I get it. You're a dork."
She flicks Killjoy's forehead before telling her, "Thanks though, really."
Killjoy beamed in pride at her own observational skills.
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Later that evening, Jett enjoyed a slice of pizza in the mess hall. She silently eyed Skye at another table and watched her stroke her hawk's head.
"Hmm..."