Mello rubbed at his elbow, mostly for show. "Fuck you." It still came out as a gasp. "We had an out." Sure we did. If I'd had my way, we would've been forced to use it when it was strategically unnecessary, and been shit out of luck if we really needed it later. Way to think things through, Keehl.

"And I've no idea what he said. That's never happened before." He drew a deep breath, finally, and caught up to Matt. He'd never habitually carried his radio around, and so was unaware of the specifics that had prompted that move on the head bastard's part. The general situation was easy enough to deduce: the resistance was making noise again. Mello still wasn't sure if he trusted them any more than he trusted the obvious enemies.

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