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morgynleriThe resupply is unstaffed, unlike the first one, and the security is familiar and readily bypassed. He finds less money than he likes, but it will be sufficient for a few weeks. The supply of weapons and ammunition is more acceptable, and there is another stash of the meal bars he's been eating. It all fits easily into the borrowed vehicle, and there are no issues in returning to mission control, and securing the weapons in the garden shed with the new lock installed since his arrival.
After returning the vehicle to its original location, he returns to mission control on foot, and finds Aunt awake when he comes up the stairs. She is at the door to Tiny Mission's room, and a hand raised to kock on it. He takes three long steps, and grabs her wrist with his metal hand, holding it securely.
"No. You will not disturb my mission."
Aunt glares at him, though he can see pain behind the anger and hate in her eyes. He must be holding her wrist too tightly. Oops.
"You're both using resources, and selfishly doing nothing to repay us for the roof over your heads or anything else we have provided." Aunt keeps her voice down to a hissing whisper, though he doesn't think it's for Tiny Mission's sake. More likely for the child in the room on the other side of the hall, as not to wake him. "I won't have it any longer."
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After returning the vehicle to its original location, he returns to mission control on foot, and finds Aunt awake when he comes up the stairs. She is at the door to Tiny Mission's room, and a hand raised to kock on it. He takes three long steps, and grabs her wrist with his metal hand, holding it securely.
"No. You will not disturb my mission."
Aunt glares at him, though he can see pain behind the anger and hate in her eyes. He must be holding her wrist too tightly. Oops.
"You're both using resources, and selfishly doing nothing to repay us for the roof over your heads or anything else we have provided." Aunt keeps her voice down to a hissing whisper, though he doesn't think it's for Tiny Mission's sake. More likely for the child in the room on the other side of the hall, as not to wake him. "I won't have it any longer."
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