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prompt #114 - value | "mayflies"
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sidewaysTitle: 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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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."
