To Feed the Worm God

[Noth Squadron]

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"Chems? Must be my birthday." Four delivered the joke with no tone, no change of facial expression. He didn't really care about emoting right now.

Four's eyes quickly snapped across the two individuals nearby and the nearest exit. Jugular, thigh, flip the table to block, and escape. With a plan silently set, he felt comfortable enough to take a seat and actually discuss.

"As long as it's interesting, I'll do it. The last "care package" I got from Command was a double-edged sword, so I suppose you guys can keep those extra resources. "Behavior changers" are almost always interesting, though, so consider me on board."

The clinking came to a stop as Four closed the butterfly knife and slipped it into a holster on his chest. They had his attention now.

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