face the lash; hades (fireaway) wrote in theinvincibles, @ 2015-06-28 11:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, cait delaney, erin choi |
Who: Cait Delaney and OPEN
Where: neighborhood near the facility
When: Sunday morning
What: Jogging and thinking
Warnings: reflecting on fieldwork/trust/injury in field due to recent events, but nothing so bad
Most people probably did not associate Cait with thinking. That was fair. She tended to trust her gut and act on instinct, using temper over rational arguments. That sort of attitude wasn't always bad in the field: she had a good gut, and missions required quick action. You didn't have time to sit there and hesitate over options when you and your team were being attacked.
But she had never had to face down one of her own, and that thought upset her.
Her gut hadn't said anything suspicious about Stonewall. She hadn't known him well, but she'd seen him in training before. He seemed nice, sincere, and the people who knew him best seemed to like him very much. If Xray's call were right, Cait didn't like it. If Xray's call were wrong, that was even worse. It was easy for her to fall into the habit of blurring the line between meta and human: they were all working together at the facility. Moments like this, she was forced to face that some of the metas and humans really hated each other very much and were not trusted fellow agents.
And she didn't like that nagging feeling of who she could and could not trust. They had APEX as the bad guy, and wasn't that enough?
Fuck this all. She wanted to go back to her team, back into the field, but she felt isolated once again. Even with her clearance level and her ties, she eternally felt out of the loop these days, and all she wanted to do was prove that she was still relevant. She could still bring something to the team.
But first she needed to work out her own frustrations and thoughts, as she jogged through the city with no particular direction in mind. It was a lot of work for her knee, but she ignored the repetitive flair of pain. Pain was just weakness leaving her body. She could still do this--
--or so she thought, until her foot had contact with a branch, and the way her foot slid from there caused her to tumble to the ground.
Fuck this weekend. There would definitely have to be a Thirsty Thursday this week.