"The Zealous"

[Geoffacake]

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Location: Stuttgart Safehouse.
Subject: What the hell kind of name was "James Reeds"?!

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Geoff is laying on the couch covered in scorch marks and plasma burns while still having smoke trails rise up from his skin. His clothing is ripped and holes are visible everywhere on his shirt and trousers; although he clearly isn't bothered by it. He meanwhile drinks heavily out of a bottle of scotch whiskey, swirling it around like mouthwash in his gob. 'Zeal' is sitting on the couch, head over the back in complete exhaustion.

'Zeal': "Hey whats that...?"
Geoff: "Single malt scotch, want some?"

Before saying another word she quickly snatches the bottle from his hand.

Geoff: "H-Hey! That is the only bottle i saved before you jumped me out!"
'Zeal': "Pfft~"

She quickly chugs it down her holographic gob, without even taking a break. Taking the whole bottle before throwing it on the ground.

'Zeal': "Oh yeah, Ehehh~ Thats good...."
Geoff: "Whoa~ HEY! THERES NONE LEFT!"
'Zeal': "Too slow James Reeds!"

They both sat in silence on the couch, both completely exhausted. Giving the odd huff or two and a groan. Giving the glance and a smirk every now and then, they think back to the confrontation they just had.

'Zeal': "THE HELL KIND OF NAME IS JAMES REEDS ANYWAY!?!"
Geoff: "Hey, first name i came up with while i had 3 ships pointing their weapons at me, you know trying to pass though their territory isn't easy as before."
'Zeal': "Hey, come on, you had your fun. Time to get serious now."
Geoff: "What happens next time then? When we see the Order primary fleet?"
'Zeal': "Pshh, just tell 'em its us, i'm sure they won't take us for some kind of infected host, especially with that augmentation."
Geoff: "Ehehe~ Can't say the same for Golly."
'Zeal': "Oh shut your face Plushy-Butt."
Geoff: "Listen, send them some food and Med's, lets hope they turn the cheek..."
'Zeal': "We really need to stop messing with people..."

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