Who: Ric, Wind Dancer, Ursus What: The Bear comes to the Brotherhood, and Ric isn't too pleased. When: Saturday afternoon Where: Omega Base Warnings: hrm... we shall see. I shall tentatively say language. Possibly some posturing and ma-cheeze-mo crap :P
Fia had been good to her word, texting Lucien several times after their lunch and then meeting him to bring him to Omega Base. She was still new there, and she was quite well aware that as a new person she wasn't quite trusted by the others. Well, that was all right. She knew how these things worked. They already had a working team, after all, and here she was trying to fit into the structures they already had in place. She'd spent most of her time brooding, anyway. When she did venture out of her room, it had been to eat and to shoot. Both helped distract her, take the edge off, so to speak. At least for a little while. She wanted to be distracted. She didn't want to think about everything that had happened, everything that had changed. She avoided the news, hadn't turned on her computer, had stopped trying to call those who had once been her friends and now were out to kill her.
That was the reason it had taken her so long to respond to Lucien's text. She hadn't wanted to look at her phone. But once she'd seen it, she'd felt immediately better. And once she'd talked to him it was as if a weight had lifted from her shoulders. She'd come clean, at least mostly, and he'd still been a friend. It took her a time to realize that she'd missed having close friends that were, well, close. For as long as she'd been out of the country, her close friends had been at best a long ass flight away and at worst they were unreachable or in prison or dead. Seeing Ric at the bar that night had in part reminded her of what it was like to have close friends that were also geographically close, not that he was a close friend. Not anymore. That was his choice, and one she respected. One she would have likely made in his situation. One she apparently had to make herself these days. Although she had chosen differently. Odd really. In truth she hardly knew Lucien, but she'd trusted him where Julio, now Ric, had not trusted her. The more she thought about it, the more she was hurt by it, even if it was the past and even if she admitted he'd probably been right. While she hadn't even thought about turning him in after finding him in the bar, given her life he was right to have been wary.
That didn't help the current tension between them. Actually, that hurt a lot more than his distrust when she'd still be a member of the gang and he'd run. They'd come after her to try and kill her. If anyone should have understood what she was facing by way of a death sentence, Julio should.
She'd picked Lucien up with a driver from Omega and they'd taken the ferry back to the island, then the two of them had gotten all of Lucien's stuff. Like Fia, the things he really wanted packed down pretty small when all was said and done.
"Let's find you a room. I think the one next to me is empty. We can be neighbors again," she said with a grin as the driver took the car back to the motor pool leaving them standing there with some duffel bags and a couple boxes.