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HEART

The incident with Carolina, Washington, and Bastille had been interesting to say the least. The entire situation had blown up. She could still feel the fallout of those tense moments - the looks that were thrown, the snarky comments, the distant behavior. She had figured it would have corrected itself by now, but God, she was wrong yet again. She needed to talk to one of them about it. She and Bast were still somewhat at odds with one another. She didn't know Carolina well at all. Washington? Well, that was a different story. She knew Washington.

She had made the decision to visit him during the midday hours. She knew it was somewhat of an odd time - and very out of the blue -, but she couldn't help it. She had waited long enough. Her original plan had been to talk with him when the day was just beginning, but he patrolled then, didn't he? He at least wasn't in his room when she had knocked. So she waited. She waited until he returned to the Observatory, until he settled in his room. And then, she moved.

Four knocks. "Hey, Washington?" she called, taking a step back so as not to surprise him if or when he opened the door. "It's Suite. I'd like to talk about some things - if you're free."

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Everyone calmed down. That's at least what he was telling himself because no one was trying to kill one another. He didn't have to really worry about Carolina anymore as it seemed like she knew about the situation they were in now. They needed to gain the civilians trust if they wanted to gather even more information than they already had. Something that wasn't all too difficult considering that there wasn't a reason for them to be suspicious in asking questions about a place that they obviously didn't know about. It was just protocol that Washington had been following since he had been here, although there was nothing in the handbook that specifically stated on how he should work with this specific situation. Which would have helped a lot if there was such a thing like that that was happening. Washington didn't disagree with anything that Carolina said, but he had to admit that Bastille wasn't acting like a leader in his mind. The other was only thinking of his point of view and not what the Freelancers were going through. Carolina had been right when the other said that his perspective was skewed, and making a situation go out of proportions. It was only because of that fight that he had gone to the medic. He nearly lost it when the medic had got close to him, but he was determined to get out of there without making a scene.

Which he had managed to accomplish as the time went on, and now he was back to his training regimen. At least what was left of it since it had to be changed a little bit with what Carolina had wanted. The smilodon had a lot on his plate, and for some reason, he had a bad feeling that was starting to blossom in his stomach. He didn't know what it was. He didn't have a bad feeling about this place, but there was something else that was making him nervous. Feeling as if he should prepare for something and the scar on the back of his head just seemed to constantly burn over and over again. It was painful, but it was just his imagination with the pain because there wasn't anything actually happening to his scar. Washington had been a little bit testy the past couple of days, but that was because civilians were interrupting him while he was working. He had a strict schedule to follow, and he wasn't the type to just change his schedule for everyone either. He did his morning run, and when Carolina woke up, which he made sure she did because he knew that she would hate sleeping in, Washington would request the orders for the day on what he should do if he had previously finished another direct order.

Which would mean that he would have to have something else to do. Right now, it was more on the civilian side of what his task was. He was working on creating a roster for Carolina to see which of those that lived here that they could trust or were considered to be friendly. Everyone but Bastille was considered a friendly so far in Washington's eyes. He didn't trust the commanding officer anymore, maybe that was because the guy's attitude reminded him a little bit too much like the Director. Someone that he had disdain and hate for just like Carolina did, and someone he wanted to kill. There were only a couple of things that were actually keeping his facade up. If he was human and everyone else was, he would have shot a couple people just because he lost patience with them. Which might have been considered to be a shock toward Carolina and everyone else, but they still knew nothing about them. He was only being compliant for a short time longer, then he wasn't going to hold anything back. The Freelancers were a threat, but that was all because they were corrupted. Misunderstood. But there were some things about their personalities that could be brought back. What he used to be took an entire one-eighty once he woke up in this strange place. He knew that if he had woken up on the MOI he would have received therapy.

He would have been forced to attend that therapy, and it was from there that he could work toward recovery. Washington was fairly certain that there was no such thing as therapy with a bunch of animals, and even if he were to rant and scream at them they would just look at him confused as always. Annoying. But out of the two of them, he needed to remain calm so that he could basically act like Carolina's ambassador. Either way, the female gave him an order and he would follow it usually without question. Questions just wasted their time with the limited amount of time they did have if other Freelancers did arrive. If Agent Texas arrived, he would not only fear for his life but wonder if the civilians would suffer casualties at the same time. Midday was an interesting time for Washington just because of the fact that near the end of midday he did return to his quarters. Quarters that he was currently sharing with Carolina but she was only found in them really at night. The room in itself was basically empty, nothing to decorate the walls with, and instead there just seemed to be a chest in the corner of the room. There was nothing special in it because it was just a bunch of cooked food that was sitting in different bags for him and Carolina. As the former humans were refusing to eat any type of raw meat during their time here.

Washington only ate two meals a day, which seemed just enough to keep his body working. He preferred to eat the likes of jerky instead of the cooked meat, but now that he actually had food he had no reason to be picky. His patrols had been done for the day, having found nothing yet again. Instead of reading like he usually did after the brunt of the day, he was going to go around marking down the names that he knew and where he would categorize the civilian. Washington was due to eat around this time though and his stomach was quick to remind him that he needed to eat. He didn't have any food stored inside of the chest plate of his armor this time so he was going to have to go back to the Bunker, which was where he was currently living. The Freelancer walked through the door to his room, closing the wooden door behind him before heading to the chest that was there. He easily opened it, not bothering to take his armor off. He took out a large bag of venison jerky and made his way to the side of the bed where he would sit himself down. He was about to take his helmet off when he heard a knock at the door. Huh? Carolina wasn't the type to knock, and he doubted that it was Church or Caboose because neither of them knew where he was staying.

Meaning it was a civilian. After the knocks, Washington waited to hear a voice, which was used to his paranoia. Anyone could be behind that door obviously, and until he could confirm who it was he wouldn't open the door. He put the bag of food back down on the ground and moved toward the door. If he had a gun, he would have placed it at head level to the door just in case, but he didn't have that option. A familiar voice rang from behind the door. Oh. It was just Suiteheart. The Freelancer relaxed slightly hearing the female's voice, as she was one of the more positive civilians and one of the more understanding. She was a higher ranked commanding officer. Which meant that he was going to listen to her orders whether his mind wanted to or not. It was an automatic reaction that had been drilled into him by the Director and the UNSC. He used his dark grey paw to open up the door, still in his full armor. His golden gaze regarded the female, and he guessed clearing things up would be a lot better than leaving them out in the blue. "I'm free. I'll try to answer anything you have to ask but there is only so much I can say." Washington wasn't a complete idiot. He knew what this was going to be about. There was only one thing it could be about after all.

He opened the door further to allow Suiteheart entrance to the said room. It would be more private so that he wouldn't have others snooping in what he was going to say anyway. When he realized it was Suiteheart though, since he did have respect for her, Washington went back to his usual soldier body language. Once the domestic cat entered the room, Washington closed the door behind her before coming to sit next to the bed. He didn't have any furniture other than the chest and the bed itself. An empty room that held no warmth in what could be considered a safe space. Washington's safe space was his armor, hence why he didn't take it off. He grabbed the bag of jerky that he had been planning to eat and raised his helmet just over the top of his mouth. Revealing the broken smilodon incisors that he adorned, that few rarely saw, and he tossed a large chunk into his mouth. He was quick to swallow and put his helmet back down across his face. "What do you want to ask?" Washington questioned with curiosity in his tone. There were probably plenty of things, but it was a start. "speech"