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The time is late, the warm autumn air of Venice is slightly blowing trough the open window. An old green lamp overshadows the safehouse kitchen, yellowed table is full of trash and various items. The couch is settled into a bed by Jessie. A metal suit hangs from the door of a wardrobe. The clicks of a laptop and rustling of fast food bags is what you hear before a mission for them. Its something Genji can fall asleep for even.
"What time is it ?" Jessees tired voice asks.
" 10.33 pm local. " The commander anwsers.
" Dont nap you'll be too tired otherwise. " The doctor orders.
The young man opens all the cupboards searching for an ashtray. He settles for a colored plate.
" Not at the table pendejo " Reyes breathes, without even changing his gaze from the laptop.
" Let him have his thing Gabe. " Moira defends Jessee, for all her own suprises the boy is the healthiest of them. Despite never really doing anything for his wellbeing.
" Yeah calm down man, it's gonna be a long night anywa'y " Jessee defends himself for extra. Genji searches his bag for supplements. His hands don't grasp the plastic little packets. He changes his gaze to Moira, who understands. She rags her duffel bag to the floor, and whips out the un-natural tasting vitamin packets and settles them in front of genji. She smiles lightly, Jessee once tried to grind down a burger in a smoothie blender for his best friend of sorts. It's safe to say the experiment did'nt end well for anyone. Angela was so mad explaining how he could have choked, and judging from Genjis expression the smothered down burger wasn't as tasty as Jessee may have tought.
" Are you anxious perhaps? i reccomend at this point you should need a smoke as well. " Moira chukles, joking at Gabriels too serious way of handling thing's often.
" Ironic for you to say that as the doctor. " The darker man mumbles behind the laptop.
" If smoking isn't to your taste then you could ask Morrison for help, i'm sure hed be happy to help you Gabe. " Moira never really crack's jokes but this rare opporturnity couldnt be wasted. She smiles in a smug grin, not fitting her deadpan face.
Jessee start's laughing, spit slightly spilling out of his full mouth. His cigarillo drops to the plate on the table. Jessee bangs his fist into the table.
Genji chuckles, stopping whisking his water bottle now a weird orange'ish color.
Gabriel look's at everyone with murderuous eyes.
" you assholes " he says in a loud voice in spanish.
"That- That was the best one yet Moira !" Jessee laughs between breaths. Gabriel just silently slurps his soft drink, looking at Jessee and then Moira with an angry grin.
" Keep laughing kid and soon you'll be running laps around venice. And you Moira, i could have you on probation for patient confidentiality ."
" You wouldnt dream of that Reyes. " Moira chuckles, dipping her fries to ketchup. Jessee is still laughing silently, trying to shake off the ash that has dropped into his shirt. Genji has began to slupr his supplement with a disgusted face. Maybe Angela should come up with a more nicer tasting one.
The night falls more silent, and they all finish their food one by one. Jessee goes to nap on the sofa, with his legs hanging on the side. Toes peeking from the broken socks. Moira sharpen's her nails and bandages her feet for the blisters she knows will be coming. Genji reads a book and hum's to himself. Gabriel finishes his work on the laptop, and fiddles his fingers for a moment. Moira knows hes nervous. Gabriel snaps the half burnt cigarillo into his fingers and lights it, exhaling slowly. A familair smoke lingers into the roof.
" You shouldn't tough, you know why Gabe. " Moira says, fidlling a dark red polish in her hands.
" I think we should get going in an hour, wake up Jessee Genji! " Gabriel shout's, covering his coughs.
" Were not doing the mariachi band thing aren't we ? " Genji asks, stepping into the table.
"Discarded it, it was merely a joke. " Gabriel huffs. The rumble from the living room alerts them Jessee is awoke. " This is serious, we have to get Bartalotti in our hands. be on your best behaviour boys. " Jessee chukles, slightly sleepy eyeing Gabriel with a burnt cigarillo between his calloused fingers. They all setlle in the table, Gabriel explaining the operation. Jessee remarks his doubts, Moira hopes she wont break any nails and genji sharpens his sword for the final time before the time comes.
" you wont be needing a sword " Gabriel remarks at Genji. The young boy glares under his hoodie at the commander.
They end up breaking more nails than intended, wielding more swords, firing more shots and kicking down doors than intended.