prompt #114 - value | "mayflies"

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Title: Mayflies
Challenge/Prompt: #114 - Value 
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own federal agents.
Summary: Because the cannon fodder are people too.

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Afterwards, amidst the stark lights and radio conversations and flaking blood, she sits him down.

“We are not their partners,” she says to him patiently. “We are not even their back-up. Do you understand? We are fuel.”

He glances over her shoulder. They seem to be trying to decide how best to transport what’s left of Mainstone; shoeboxes are somewhat undignified. “That’s it?” he says. “I graduated Quantico for this?”

“Well,” she says and smiles brightly at him, raps a knuckle lightly against his forehead. “You could always get yourself bitten by something infectious and see if you graduate again."

Comments

[ap0cryphal]

OH DELICIOUS.

I love this moment you've captured. :D

I can just imagine Abrams-o-vision Lens flares (+dramatic dutch angles, mustn't forget those) blooming behind The Heroes while our two agents snark about the bloodshed off-camera. Man, screw those heroes.

Viva Redshirts!

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I always cringe a little when the writer has blatantly gone, "Okay, so we need a bit of death up in here to show how horrifying and dangerous this monster is, but we can't kill off any of the main players...normal human beings, that's your cue!" Really have no idea why the heroes spend so much time angsting, they're not the ones losing three buddies every mission 8|a