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"and since you want to put your two fucking sense in as well without giving any significant input I'm going to say this. I will have no problem on this mission overriding any commands you give if you compromise the integrity of this collective group and put us at risk. Finally, should you turn your guns on me, I'll shoot you in the head myself with two-hundred and fifty fucking five millimeters of HVAP round. See if you recuperate from that hole in the fucking head now-" Mason, the man who never asked for this, said, before redirecting his wrath at Hawthorne. 

Alexi simply shrugged and smiled smugly at him. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, if you think that's all you need to stop me. But don't worry, super duper captain, as long as I'm happy and getting paid, you wont be my new trophy sitting on my wall." Naive as this man may be in her eyes, she simply decided to let it slide. Mr. Spec ops with the goatee was going to have to learn the hard way like everyone else. Besides, were does this man get off from, thinking noncombatants don't count. Simply crossing her arms, Alexi just let the sheriff dude finish the briefing before standing up finally, stretching her back with a sigh. The sheriff had made it clear to get goin, and Alexi was getting anxious anyway just sitting in this war room watching two men measure each other's dicks. 

"Come on, doggy, we need to go play nice with the locals while Mr. Super Spec Ops guy here does his thing." she said, motioning ot Hawthorne as she walked out towards her mech. Alexi smiled as she approached "The Butcher", running her hand along the large blade that was sheathed at its side. Bloodstained still covered its edge, having built up over the years giving it a perfectly sinister look. However, much of the internals were new, having needed to be replaced after the incident. With a sigh of nostalgia, she climbed up into her mech. 

"Alright, lets go meet and greet."