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"You look like you mugged an old peackekeeper and stole everything but his pants. Are you sure you're the Coco I'm waiting on?" Asked the woman snacking on a sandwich with her back against a broken concrete block, facing away from the place she and Coco were meant to convene. There was still a few minutes until squads A and B were meant to commence with the infiltration of the raider base, the assassination of Ironhead and liberation of their prisoners.

"Of course! W-Weren't you briefed on the situation?" She responded with a smile, hoping the messy-haired woman's question was a simple joke rather than an expression of disapproval.

"Only that I need to babysit a newbie while we extract prisoners and keep the more important squad safe."

"Oh, good!" Coco exclaimed, quietly in case any raiders decided to wander close by. Tricia was the commander of this four man team, and as such, Coco feared that she'd be annoyed to supervise 'the new girl'. After all, the fate of her comerades would be out of her hands until the prisoners are out of danger.

"Then my friends informed me this newbie managed to skip three years of training because she got lucky in a tussle with two would-be assassins." Tricia lowered the sandwich to her thick chestplate, now wearing an ominous glare. "Rumor has it the higher-ups don't even wanna waste body armor on you. But here you are, with at least four lives riding on the hope that you don't mess this up. Scary, huh?"

"Ma'am, I--" Coco hesitated to speak, and even when she tried the words refused to come out. Was that really necessary?

"Hehe, call me Tricia, and don't fret. I'll just keep my opinions to myself until the mission is over." She winked, smiled, and went back to her food. "Try to do well, okay?"

"O-Okay..."

The poor girl was visibly sweating.

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"You look like you mugged an old peackekeeper and stole everything but his pants. Are you sure you're the Coco I'm waiting on?" Asked the woman snacking on a sandwich with her back against a broken concrete block, facing away from the place she and Coco were meant to convene. There was still a few minutes until squads A and B were meant to commence with the infiltration of the raider base, the assassination of Ironhead and liberation of their prisoners.

"Of course! W-Weren't you briefed on the situation?" She responded with a smile, hoping the messy-haired woman's question was a simple joke rather than an expression of disapproval.

"Only that I need to babysit a newbie while we extract prisoners and keep the more important squad safe."

"Oh, good!" Coco exclaimed, quietly in case any raiders decided to wander close by. Tricia was the commander of this four man team, and as such, Coco feared that she'd be annoyed to supervise 'the new girl'. After all, the fate of her comerades would be out of her hands until the prisoners are out of danger.

"Then my friends informed me this newbie managed to skip three years of training because she got lucky in a tussle with two would-be assassins." Tricia lowered the sandwich to her thick chestplate, now wearing an ominous glare. "Rumor has it the higher-ups don't even wanna waste body armor on you. But here you are, with at least four lives riding on the hope that you don't mess this up. Scary, huh?"

"Ma'am, I--" Coco hesitated to speak, and even when she tried the words refused to come out. Was that really necessary?

"Hehe, call me Tricia, and don't fret. I'll just keep my opinions to myself until the mission is over." She winked, smiled, and went back to her food. "Try to do well, okay?"

"O-Okay..."

The poor girl was visibly sweating.