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John stomped around the base of the halls. A call just rang out in the middle of the night, Lavvy was in trouble, and boy was she pissed off.

Then again, when WASN'T she?

" John, you HAVE to take a part of this." Aguijon pestered

"I heard you, I heard you! 'The generals are our mentors, they've got to be reigned in!' yada yada yada!" John replied, waving his hand in the air dismissively. The wasp parasite angrily chattered back

"Don't you grasp the consequences of this, hombre? These are the most powerful individuals in our group! If we don't stop them the safety of our base, our PEOPLE will be compromised!" The wasp parasite angrily chattered back

"We're a group of unstable infected founded by a spiky-haired girl with anger management issues, and our enemy is a fucking GLOBAL. GOVERNMENT. We're about as safe as a vasectomy performed in the middle of a nuclear holocaust!"

Aguijon groaned angrily

"Hey, don't you take that tone with me, missy! Everything's pretty much fucked and you know it!"

"I DO know it! I'm trying to get us to un-fuck it!"

John stopped dead in his tracks, and threw his hands in the air in frustration and anger.

"How can we possibly do that? We've only been on, what, ONE mission? And that barely, BARELY worked! Plus, these guys are the generals of this clusterfuck that we call home! Any one of them can kick our asses up and down the block! I don't want my ass to be kicked! My ass is a very delicate part of my body! This is the thing that gets me a second date!"

Aguijon sighed, as the projection of him went in front of John.

"I know your scared, but we've got to rise above this and fight! For the sake of everybody!"

John stopped walking, then he sighed and looked down on the ground. His gloved hands clenched into fists before relaxing and taking off his mask, revealing his red eyes and scarred face

"Ag, listen. I came to this place because I thought it was gonna be some kinda safe-haven for me. Rogue infected, insane fusions, betrayal within the ranks, this is NOT what I signed up for, man!"

Aguijon went silent for a few moments.

"John, hombre, listen. Being an... infected is not an easy life. It's ley de la jungla, out in our world. We have to fight to survive, and the more people we have in our pack, the better. We need to snap them out of it, or else we'll be torn apart, comprender?"

As much as he hated to admit it, Aguijon was right. Every day the G.G got smarter, better, but the generals and Lavvy always made sure that the harmony was still swinging. Without them, things would fall apart. He put on his mask, and with new determination in his eyes, he went to the football stadium for a mission briefing.

"I can't believe I got a lecture on family from a mutated wasp." John chuckled

"Oh, bite me, puta."

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John stomped around the base of the halls. A call just rang out in the middle of the night, Lavvy was in trouble, and boy was she pissed off.

Then again, when WASN'T she?

" John, you HAVE to take a part of this." Aguijon pestered

"I heard you, I heard you! 'The generals are our mentors, they've got to be reigned in!' yada yada yada!" John replied, waving his hand in the air dismissively. The wasp parasite angrily chattered back

"Don't you grasp the consequences of this, hombre? These are the most powerful individuals in our group! If we don't stop them the safety of our base, our PEOPLE will be compromised!" The wasp parasite angrily chattered back

"We're a group of unstable infected founded by a spiky-haired girl with anger management issues, and our enemy is a fucking GLOBAL. GOVERNMENT. We're about as safe as a vasectomy performed in the middle of a nuclear holocaust!"

Aguijon groaned angrily

"Hey, don't you take that tone with me, missy! Everything's pretty much fucked and you know it!"

"I DO know it! I'm trying to get us to un-fuck it!"

John stopped dead in his tracks, and threw his hands in the air in frustration and anger.

"How can we possibly do that? We've only been on, what, ONE mission? And that barely, BARELY worked! Plus, these guys are the generals of this clusterfuck that we call home! Any one of them can kick our asses up and down the block! I don't want my ass to be kicked! My ass is a very delicate part of my body! This is the thing that gets me a second date!"

Aguijon sighed, as the projection of him went in front of John.

"I know your scared, but we've got to rise above this and fight! For the sake of everybody!"

John stopped walking, then he sighed and looked down on the ground. His gloved hands clenched into fists before relaxing and taking off his mask, revealing his red eyes and scarred face

"Ag, listen. I came to this place because I thought it was gonna be some kinda safe-haven for me. Rogue infected, insane fusions, betrayal within the ranks, this is NOT what I signed up for, man!"

Aguijon went silent for a few moments.

"John, hombre, listen. Being an... infected is not an easy life. It's ley de la jungla, out in our world. We have to fight to survive, and the more people we have in our pack, the better. We need to snap them out of it, or else we'll be torn apart, comprender?"

As much as he hated to admit it, Aguijon was right. Every day the G.G got smarter, better, but the generals and Lavvy always made sure that the harmony was still swinging. Without them, things would fall apart. He put on his mask, and with new determination in his eyes, he went to the football stadium for a mission briefing.

"I can't believe I got a lecture on family from a mutated wasp." John chuckled

"Oh, bite me, puta."