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Delta watched as the young metas filed out of the mess hall, as they made their exit Delta turned to Epsilon. "There's no way Justin and Carson are being shown the sleeping quarters, is there?" He let out a small chuckle at the thought. "They're both smart kids, I'm sure they'll find them on their own." Delta chuckled once more before letting the smile fade from his face. The time for joking around was over. "What the hell are we going to do with them? Kana and Danny are out for blood, and I'm afraid they're going to end up hurt. Maybe they're right. Maybe we aren't letting them get enough action, but I don't want to see anyone else die. Our numbers are getting low enough without us leading our lambs directly to slaughter." Delta looked at Epsilon after making his lambs comment, waiting to gauge his reaction before continuing.
Epsilon stared at the door, his brow furrowed and his fingers collapsed together forming a pyramid. He let Delta speak first. He usually did. Delta always had more to say. Epsilon shook his head softly, his mohawk shifting which way it leaned with each minor motion. "They're not ready for combat. They'd drop before they put a dent in Phi." Epsilon's voice remained flat, neutral, and calm. Beneath him was a rumbling fury ready to be released on the bloodthirsty metas, but that could remain contained for now, if only for a few moments. "Phi's given both of us enough trouble and none of these kids are even on our radars. How could we throw them to the Omegas and expect to get more than carnage in return? It'd be easier for us to kill them now."
Delta listened to what Epsilon said in silence, but as soon as Epsilon had finished Delta immediateyl began to speak. "I'm glad we're on the same page as far as the kiddos being turned into ground beef, but maybe they had a slight point. We should be pushing them. Perhaps tomorrow you could take Kana and Danny topside. Some fresh air could do them some good, and they could manuver around a bit. Besides-" a small smile spread across Delta's face "-I have a feeling that you wouldn't mind a chance to rought them up a little. Hell, I'd even let you pretend it was just sparring!" Delta's smile wided at his own little joke. He knew that Epsilon as beyond pissed, but that never stopped him from making comments in the past.
"Yes, let's... uh," Epsilon chewed his lip, "Let's just call it sparring or training and have them be none the wiser." He nearly smiled, the idea of throwing the little brats around a bit lessening his building frustrations. He'd learn to accept them and it'd be easier after getting a chance to slap the stupid out of them. "What should we do with the more... cerebral ones? I could train them, but I'll have my hands full with the ones itching for a fight. You willing to handle the worry wart and the other new guy?"
For a split second Delta could have sworn he saw the beginnings of a smile on Epsilon's face but he spoke before the smile had chance to take root. "I don't mind handling all of our noobs, they haven't done anything yet to deserve *sparring*. Besides that I think it would be best to start them off slow. They've had no formal training and we honestly don't know the full extent of their abilities." Delta allowed the room to grow quiet for a moment before continuing. "There's something else I wish to speak with you about. You've been distant lately, I mean more distant than usual. Whats got you so ate up?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Delta. If it gets in the way of the war then you have my permision to worry, but until then allow my business to be my own." Epsilon dismissed Delta's attempt at having a heart to heart with hm, wanting nothing to do with it. "I've found something that you may be interested in, by the way," Epsilon segued onto one of the matters he had on his mental checklist. "There's been some activity on the Omegas' part that I've been picking up on. There's a handful of metas moving toward the northwest. I've caught wind of a few passing through the state on the way to wherever it is they're going. So far I've noticed about six others. There's something big that either indepedents or Omegas are after, but I haven't figured out what."
Delta wasn't hurt by Epsilon brushing off his concerns, he had become quite used to Epsilon's secretive nature. However what he said after brushing off Delta caused legitimate concern. Delta's brow furrowed and he crossed his arms upon hearing of this migration of metahumans. "What the hell could they want up there? Northwest of bumfuck nowhere is still bumfuck nowhere. If it's indepdents then I think we should just wait to see what develops. If they're acually Omegas-" Delta let his voice trail off for a bit, he knew what he was about to say would open a whole other can of worms. "-then I feel like other members of The Order should be notified, maybe Zeta, she'd be willing to help. If not her then perhaps...perhaps we should contact Gamma."
"Unacceptable," Epsilon nearly spat out, he planted his hands onto the table, drumming his fingers and holding back his desire to walk away from the conversation. "You know I'd never so much as talk to Gamma, let alone risk working with him on anything. We might as well offer Phi our fucking throats." Epsilon's shoulders were raised and his spine arched, like a man deliberating to fight or flight. He stood up, kicking the chair back and leaned on the table, looking dead into the eyes of Delta. "If anyone outside of this facility gets word of this, we could have some collossal fucking shit to deal with. Bigger than either of us put together. Play things smart and keep your mouth fucking shut. I don't need Gamma's help. We don't need Gamma's help. Am I clear?"
"Listen, E..." Delta let his voice trail off as he searched for the right words. "...I know as much as the next guy how....insufferable Gamma can be, but that doesn't make leaving the other Alphas out the right thing to do." Delta pulled the collar of his shirt down once more, revealing his tattoo yet again. "Obviously Alpha approves of what we're doing here, and don't try to say that he doesn't know. You could crunch all the cell phones in the world and Pops would still know exactly where you are and what you're doing. Hell! He could probably tell you what you'll do in the next few weeks." Delta released his collar and stuck his hands in his pockets. "I promise I won't breathe a word of any of this to Gamma. That being said if this whole migration ends up being a massive clusterfuck then I'll appreciate all the help we can get. We can still look on the bright side though." Delta let a smile spread across his face. "If these metas keep heading in the direction they're going then Gamma probably won't show up. Heaven forbid he gets one of his suits dirty."
Epsilon sighed and shook his head, "Just do whatever makes you happy, D. I'm going to keep track of what's going on and I'll let you know if I see anything else weird. Otherwise, just let me handle this. If it really looks bad, I can get us all over there before things get too out of control. Until then, let me handle it." Epsilon backed up and clasped his hands together, biting the inside of his cheek and he contemplated shifting out of the room. It'd be nice to get back to the room. Maybe even have Sayuri stitch him back up. It wouldn't be the first time and it'd be a nice change from his own handiwork. He never had steady hands. Even now, clasped together, they were still shaking. In part from fury and in part from something more distant and ominous that weighed heavily on his mind.
Delta looked towards Epsilon and let out a sigh of his own. "I've let you handle things up to this point, and honestly its gone really well. I feel like we're actually doing something here. Instead of reacting to what the Omegas did, we're working ahead." He felt Epsilon's hands shaking before he focused his attention towards them, one of the many side effects of Delta's abilities. "Its been a long day, and you did a helluva lot more than me. How about we take the evening off? Let the new kids get acclimated and let you take a breather and stitch yourself up a bit more. Then tomorrow we get back to the grindstone. Sound good?"
"Sounds swell, D." Epsilon half smiled, dropping into the shadow beneath him and vanishing from the room.
Delta watched as Epsilon's form sank into the ground beneath his feet. Sometimes Delta envied Epsilon's ability to do stuff like that, it looked cool as hell. He stood in the mess hall for a few more moments and allowed the silence to envelop him. With all the noise around him most of the time (a large portion of which he created himself) it was little moments like this that kept him sane. His moment of peace behind him Delta stepped out of the mess hall. All of the young metas were no longer in sight, but Delta assumed they hadn't gotten too far. He began walking down the hall towards one of the sleeping quarters. After walking a short distance he arrived at his destination, which appeared to be abandoned. "Maybe I should tell the kiddos that training this eveing has been cancelled," Delta mused aloud, "Nah, they're smart kids. I'm sure they'll figure it out." He threw himself onto his cot with gusto, eager to get off his feet. He reached under his bed and pulled out a worn-out copy of Frankenstein, one of his favorites. Delta lost count of the number of times he read the thing, but it always helped him unwind and find his center. Soon the room was quiet except for the occansional turn of a page.
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