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Thump—Thump—Thump
Hunter is sitting beside the makeshift bed where Omega is resting, eyes close. All his other senses are focus on her. Ready to call AZI if something changes.
He can’t lose her, not after what happens. Their squad, family, is becoming smaller every day. First Crosshair getting his min tarnish by the Empire false promise. Echo… He still unsure how his feel about his actions … and Tech.
Maker Tech…
He scarifies himself so they could have a chance to escape and live. Maybe it’s time they honour his wish.
Th-Thump-Thump-Th-Thump
Stomp-stomp
Hunter opens his eyes as he hears Wrecker specific steps and heartbeat but didn’t glance at him. He could only look at Omega. She has grown so much in the last few months, yet right now she appears so fragile and small.
“Yeah Sarge, brining you something to eat and drink.” Wrecker told him in a strangely quiet tone.
It’s so weird, he is never quiet.
“Thank Wrecker.” Hunter answers. His voice sounds so scratchy in his own ears that he winces.
He expects his brother to leave yet he stands there shifting from a foot to the other. Reminding Hunter of the nervous cadet he once was. They stay silent for a moment as he waits for Wrecker to spill was bothering him. But he surprises him again by its quietness.
Thump-pss-thump-pss
Seem that Echo was waiting outside the room, his cybernetic respiratory system betraying his presence. This somehow makes Hunter angrier.
“Something else, Wrecker?” He snaps and finally look at him.
“You need to eat … please. Or I will tell AZI or Echo.” Wrecker says trying to stand as straight his wounds let him.
“Are you threatening me with blackmail?” He growls. “If Echo step through this door, he will get the plate in the face.”
He could overhear a sharp intake from outside and the mechanic sound of Echo’s legs as he walks away. Wrecker looks toward the entrance and sighs.
“Hunter, that unfair. We only want you to look after yourself. Omega will need you at you best when she wakes up.” Wrecker says explains.
When? Not if… Hunter stares back at the young girl. He knows AZI have assured them she will make full recovery but until he could see her warm eyes open and hear her voice he won’t believe it. He finally reaches to grab the glass and take a few sips.
“I won’t listen to AZI’s lecture about basic self-care…” He mutters.
“And hopefully you will apologize to Echo…” Wrecker begins but he cut him.
“I can’t talk to him right now.” Hunter says and turns his attention back on Omega.
“You know it’s not his fault.” The weapons specialist reply.
“It was his Intel and his plan!”
“ Omega, Tech and I agree with him!” Wrecker roars.
The heavy silence that follows is broken by a wounded noise he made.
Tech…. It’s too soon.
“I … will keep an eye out.” Wrecker chokes and get out.
Hunter didn’t try to stop him. He put his glass down and return to his bedside vigil.