Who: Morgan Lang & Cory Guevera What: Trying to be a normal couple or something Where: Cory's apartment in Queens When: Thursday night, November 30th, 2017 Warnings: TBD?
Right now being seen together was dangerous, but trying to keep Morgan away from Cory worked about as well as trying to keep Max away from Logan. It just didn't work. Yes, maybe it was foolish and irresponsible, and maybe they were just kidding themselves that things could still be like they used to, before this whole mess they were currently in. Before Morgan and the twins had gotten caught sneaking into a Resistance facility and in exchange for their freedom were basically blackmailed into joining their terrorist organization. At least they hadn't been locked in cells inside Manticore to be tested on like genetically enhanced lab rats, but sometimes, Morgan almost thought she might prefer that outcome to the whole lot of nothing that had happened since the night they'd been caught. At least with Manticore, Max had really known what she was up against. Not so much with this.
Not seriously, obviously. Morgan would rather die than end up in the one place that Max had ever really been afraid of. It was just that this never ending limbo they'd been in since they'd 'joined up' with the Resistance almost felt worse to her. She hated feeling like she was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, which was all the time. For a person who was already hyper paranoid and anxious most of the time thanks in large part to the X5 in her head, it wasn't exactly a picnic to deal with. She was already used to looking over her shoulder out of habit, but this was different. She might not know everything about the Resistance yet, but what she did know, it wasn't pretty. So far all they'd wanted from the three of them was a few skills assessments and some really weird physicals. Morgan couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't for the Resistance's healthcare plan.
Part of her still didn't understand how they hadn't been killed yet. How that hadn't been killed on the spot, even. They'd been caught red handed while breaking into a private facility owned by the reincarnate community's biggest terrorist organization, known for their violent behavior and blood lust, and not only had they not been killed, but they'd been inducted into the cult. Against their will and under duress, maybe, but still. Morgan knew it didn't make sense, but she also didn't have any proof beyond the fact that she, Rhett and Ryan were still breathing. Which was enough, for now, but she really wanted to find out what the catch was. Preferably without having to experience it, but the Resistance was known for their unpredictability. That also didn't help much with her paranoia.
They hadn't really had a choice at the time, though. It hadn't taken the people who were holding them long to figure out who they were, and from there, it was just a simple game of coercion. They'd threatened Morgan's sister, and she couldn't let them hurt Andy. She couldn't let them hurt Cory either, though thanks to his superior skills in hacking and anonymity, the Resistance didn't know about him, and that was how Morgan was planning to keep it. They were going to figure out a plan to get her and the twins out of this situation they were in somehow, but she was going to keep Cory safe from them if she could help it. There were a lot of things she could deal with, but him getting hurt (or worse) because of her wasn't one of them. He was the only thing keeping her sane these days.
Maybe things were kind of a giant mess right now, but that didn't mean life stopped happening. Cory still did his hacking thing, Morgan and the twins still pulled jobs with their security company, and when the four of them couldn't risk being seen all together, they communicated in secret using that handy end-to-end encryption app that Cory had suggested. After all, they didn't know how secure the reincarnate boards were anymore. Tonight, though, wasn't about security systems or figuring out how to get them out of their current situation. With everything that was going on, Cory and Morgan were attempting to just be 'them' for a night, something they already didn't do nearly often enough. After doubling back at least three times on her way to Cory's place to make sure she wasn't being followed, Morgan climbed through his window like usual and landed softly in the hallway, thanks to her more feline gifted reflexes. "Cory?" She was already taking her jacket off as she walked through the apartment, trying to shrug out the tension in her muscles. "Where are you? It smells good in here."