gunsforhire | It's almost like coming home

Who: Tex and whoever is at the For Hire base
What: She’s heard she still has an empty room and has finally decided to move back into it.
Where: For Hire base
When: Forward dated to 4/6, throughout the day
Warnings: Cursing and the like. I have been warned there may be baking and knitting.
Note: Feel free to name a location/room within the base to find her in (or for her to find you in) or to catch her as she’s coming in/setting up her room.

It had been a surprise when York had asked her if she was planning to stay on base with the rest of them. With how rarely she’s in the Gulch, she had thought her room would have been re-purposed by now. She lets that bit of information sit for the better part of a week before making a decision. There’s safety in numbers and even with her argument with York over the network, it’s a place she can trust to not have her throat slit overnight and if she’s going to be staying for an extended period in the city, she needs that.

She waits until the morning before slipping into the compound. She doesn’t have much, mostly tools of the trade and bare necessities, but the little she has is soon in her room. Her helmet is set on the desk and the door is left open as she sorts through the few belongings that were left behind, primarily clothes she couldn’t carry with her, and settles in. Her room is composed of the most basic of furniture and when she’s finished, her arsenal of guns and various weaponry will be the main feature.

Once her room is situated, she’ll wander the base and see what new additions have been made since she last was here. Eventually she’ll wind up in the kitchen to make and eat lunch before continuing her exploration and perusal of everything the base has to offer.

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Maine snorts but doesn't lose his grin. "Missed you," he says. "Might welcome it after all."

He fears complacency as much as he dreads heights and confinement. Who better than Agent Texas to keep him in shape?

His sandwiches are done. He slips them onto a plate and makes way for Tex to use the skillet.

That's a reassurance she didn't expect to hear. There's only a second of surprise before it's gone from her face.

"Good to be back," she replies and moves to take over the skillet to grill her sandwiches. "I couldn't leave you assholes to fend for yourselves for long."

He almost misses that surprised smile. At least he can pretend he didn't see it. "Probably just missed not having to cook," he teases. Since the food is communal anyway, most of the For Hires cook large enough dinners to share. Most nights, there's a guaranteed hot meal and good company. Unless it's Maine's night, of course, but he knows his cooking is poor and is willing to get help. Or takeout.

She snorts lightly at the tease and keeps her gaze focused on the minimal cooking she's doing.

"It's a perk. I missed eating real food more. Traveling doesn't leave a whole lot of room for cooking." MREs were necessities when on long assignments like the ones she'd been taking and this is the first time in a long while she's had more than one real meal a day. If it means having to cook a large dinner every so often, so be it.

"No," he agrees. Can't argue about the perks of eating real food. Maine takes a huge bite of his grilled cheese. MREs are bad, but he has had worse. He would rather not think about that, though.

He doesn't speak more: his throat has started to ache, that familiar low throb that warns him he has been talking too much. And they were doing so well to get reunited. This is why more people need to know sign language.

It's hard to tell the signs of when Maine needs to rest his voice. She can't tell if he's not talking because his throat is bothering him or he wants to eat. She plates her food and sets the pan off to the side to cool.

"We didn't get a chance to talk before about O'Malley. You're working with him?"

Maine nods and considers how much detail he'll be able to tell her. "Helped me on a job," he says. "Has questions about the field." He doubts Tex is interested in his assessment of the guy. If she's met O'Malley, she will have made her own, and nothing Maine says to her will change it.

She has an opinion formed, but confirmation of O'Malley's story helps and Maine isn't mentioning any fuck-ups on the assignment, so that counts for something. "Curiosity or is he looking to make a job change?"

"Job change," Maine says. "He's got seven siblings at home. Construction doesn't pay enough to support them."

She lets out a low whistle. "He mentioned a few of them when we met, but I didn't think he had that many. Guess we'll see if he's got potential for it."

"Doesn't talk about them much. Very protective."

Maine hesitates, then asks, "Want to see for yourself?"

She chews thoughtfully as she considers the offer. Could be interesting to see what the new guy has to offer firsthand. "If he can keep up."

"Got a job in mind, if you want in," Maine says. "B-rank demolition of a police station he helped build. Lots of dirty cops to beat on."

That means inside information. Maybe O'Malley is useful after all. "I could use the exercise and fireworks. Let me know when and where and we'll make quick work of the assholes."

"Wednesday night. Meeting him at 2030."

He finishes the first half of his sandwich while waiting for her response.

"I'll be there," she replies and picks up her plate to leave kitchen. She still has to finish situating her room and check out the rest of this place. "See you around."

He waves goodbye with the second half of his sandwich.

Hopefully O'Malley will be up to snuff tomorrow. Maine has faith in him.

It's almost like coming home

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