Why, yes… as the background implies… *cackles*
“Charlie, what’s going on?” Dwight descended the stairs already bristling with weapons – from ICER pistols to a crossbow – and handed Charlie his own weapons, limited to only a pair of ICER pistols, a single real pistol, and a baseball bat.
The prefect armed up. “I don’t know, but it looks bad. Hanover’s been hacked, so has Stuart, and judging from what I can hear from Wes and the Tweedles, so have we.” He slung the metal bat in its carrier across his back. “Howard says it started at the Triskelion.”
“I want all the hazardous compounds in the Vault. That includes all explosives and incendiaries, and anything that can be used as a biological weapon.”
Julian narrowed his eyes. “Well, maybe if you said ‘please’.”
Logan matched his frown. “Not now, Julian. I don’t have time for sniping with you, just get it done. Until Murdoch gets back with an explanation, I’m not risking anything.”
Justin shot him a withering glare and then looked around the room again where every Hanover was seated behind a computer, steadily working to contain the damage. Well, almost every Hanover. “Where’s Clavell?”
Merril glanced over. “Still asleep I guess.”
A movement by the door made them all jump. “Not anymore,” a low voice spoke. “What’s going on, everyone? Sure seems busy today.”
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*** Please do note I’m an unashamed Chustin shipper, so that relationship will feature in this fic. There’s also some mild, non-sexual (it’s mostly a lot of snogging) Chustin right at the very start. If Chustin’s not your thing, well… your call.