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Finding Lynchwood is easy. Getting into Lynchwood is the hard part. Attempting to scout the outer limits of the city proved difficult as soon as they realized it was built into a cliffside. Their employer probably could have mentioned that.
The train into the city seems like the only way in, but they’ll have to be quiet about it. Their employer was also very insistent that they get in and out unnoticed. Not difficult at all for someone like Locus. Despite his commanding size and some mismatched plated armor making him seem even bigger, he was very good at staying hidden. He didn’t even have to try sometimes.
Felix, on the other hand...well, he can be good at stealth. Assuming there’s no reason for him to start openly gloating. Or if he just straight up doesn’t feel like it, much to his partner’s chagrin. At least once they’re actually on the job, Locus can usually remind him that they’re on a mission.
But on the way there, Felix hardly listens. At least they’ve managed to find a train car far away from the others that boarded it (Those vault hunters didn’t even notice them sneaking on as well.) But now this means Locus doesn’t have as much of an excuse to try and get Felix to shut up.
Whatever subject he was on before, Felix switches topics as soon as he spots one of the many vandalized Handsome Jack posters across the wall from him, and he scoffs. “Christ, does anyone actually like that guy? I mean, even the train going into his girlfriend’s town has shit like that-” He gestures his hands toward the poster. “Drawing pirate crap on him isn’t even that funny.”
Locus lets out a quiet sigh. “I’m surprised, Felix. He seems like someone you would idolize.” If he’s going to be talking the whole way there, he might as well engage with him. Speaking with him is...fun, anyway. Sometimes.
Of course, what he says clearly offends him. “That freak? He’s a giant asshole! He kills people left and right for no reason, he puts all these shitty laws in place so you can hardly go anywhere without those stupid robots trying to kill you. And what’s with all that classical music he plays anyway? I mean, who’s even heard of Taylor Swift?”
“You kill people all the time.” Locus chooses not to acknowledge the rest of that.
“Yeah, but I get paid to do it. He’s just doing it for fun.”
“You have fun doing it, too.”
“...Locus, you’re missin’ the big picture. That being: I don’t have a bunch of pictures of my face plastered all over the planet begging people to worship me. I mean, christ! Doesn’t this guy have any self awareness? Why does he think anyone’s gonna like him when he’s shooting their grandmother in the face? At least when I do that, I’m not claiming I’m, like, saving the world.”
“Mmn. But you do go around talking about how handsome you are.”
“Oh, please, I’m not using that word after this guy fucking ruined it. ‘Sides, I don’t wear a mask! I bet Jack’s butt ugly under that thing.” He can hardly finish the sentence as he starts laughing.
Locus gives him a sidelong look, raising an eyebrow at the bandana that’s currently around Felix’s neck.
“...Okay, yeah, look, this is clearly different.” He tugs on it a little. “Obviously for hiding my identity, not whatever the fuck that guy does.”
Locus looks away again. He’s suddenly growing tired of this conversation, so he crosses his arms and leans back before shutting his eyes. Maybe he can get a quick nap before they arrive.
“And another thing-” Locus’ eyes snap open when Felix keeps talking anyway. Of course, despite his lack of engagement, Felix would find something else to say. “Why does he get all the hot chicks? I mean, sure, the sheriff's probably as goddamn evil as he is, but isn’t she a bandit? Doesn’t he hate bandits? Of course he’d get all hypocritical about that when he gets to f-”
“Felix. Be. Quiet.”
Felix’s mouth hangs open and then quickly snaps shut. His animated hands are caught mid air before he decides to cross them and lean back against the wall as well, looking a lot more pouty than Locus does, however.
There. Finally. Now maybe he can have a little quiet time before they get there. Locus shuts his eyes again. For all of one second, as the train comes screeching to a stop. Fuck.
“C’mon, Locs, let’s get to it.” Felix smacks his arm before pulling his bandana up to cover his face and standing up. Locus sighs and follows suit.
At least this job shouldn’t be too difficult. Especially if those vault hunters are going to be running around. They’ll make for a very convenient distraction while the mercenaries go for the bank.