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"...Well, this is gonna be difficult."
STL32 sighs, staring at the rest of his crew outside the movie theater. Last time the team went here, it ended in a mess of blood and corpses. As well as mountains and mountains of paperwork.
CH102 shifts up and down on his feet, clearly looking antsy. If the several apologies that had been going on for weeks hadn't been obvious, it was clear he felt terrible about his supernaturally-induced murderous escapades. It had taken BB22 literally sucker punching him in the throat to get him to stop, and even then that didn't totally work.
F3 remains silent, then tilts his head. He then raises a finger and point it towards BB22.
"...You want me to watch the movie this time?" BB22 asks in disbelief, the man stepping back almost defensively "Who the hell is gonna be collecting the data, then!?! Because I sure as hell don't trust him with any records!"
CH102 gasps in mock offense as BB22 calls him out. Rather than make any playful jibes back, however, he remains silent.
"Now, now. He'll be fine if I watch over him. We can do teams of two, me and CH102, you and F3. Your job is to watch the movie and tell us about it, BB22."
BB22 swallows nervously as he looks at his superior, STL32. Since when had he placed so much faith in CH102?
Since when was he so worried about dying?
"...Fine." BB22 relents. He tries his best to ignore CH102 teasing BB22 about not being bait for a change.
F3 dons hearing protection, then the pair make it inside the theater.
All that was left to do now was to wait and see.