There's a long pause. Just long enough to be awkward.
Then Lindianne cracks a smirk. "Hey, that's how they trained us." She's yanking their chains. "A little shock aversion therapy, some tunes, and we came out with all the stuff we'd need to save the day." Not really. Division agents come by their expertise the hard way.
It's a long process. Scouting, then the offer, then training, then meeting the others in any given cell, then reinsertion into civilian life... It's a dizzying part of her old life. Even now, it feels unreal to look back on.
The smirk vanishes. She turns her head robotically to look at the SEALs. "...Enemies need to be eliminated," she says blankly
(She's doing it just to see the looks on their faces.)
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Date: 2016-05-23 08:31 am (UTC)Then Lindianne cracks a smirk. "Hey, that's how they trained us." She's yanking their chains. "A little shock aversion therapy, some tunes, and we came out with all the stuff we'd need to save the day." Not really. Division agents come by their expertise the hard way.
It's a long process. Scouting, then the offer, then training, then meeting the others in any given cell, then reinsertion into civilian life... It's a dizzying part of her old life. Even now, it feels unreal to look back on.
The smirk vanishes. She turns her head robotically to look at the SEALs. "...Enemies need to be eliminated," she says blankly
(She's doing it just to see the looks on their faces.)