Church
"We're gonna have to protect Florida, no doubt." I flicker onto her shoulder again with a slight stretch. Being contained in a chip is a lot more cramped than you would expect! "And possibly York. Since Chameleon knows he's a good fighter now, and that he's after him."
Agent York
"Good job, D!" I clap and smile. I then wiggle off of Wyoming's lap to the puddle in the middle of us, proceeding to wash off my face. After I'm done, I slide back to Wyoming and place my head in his armored lap. Bad decision, but...I'll live. I then shift over and spin the gun for my AI.














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