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"How much are they paying for this job Alloc?"
"Only three hundred Ahn, but they promised to hire us again if this job goes well.”
"Who is it from?"
"The Full-stop office."
"The ones who specialise in firearms?"
"Yes, that's them. Should we tell Bono?"
"He'll just try to talk you out of it again, don't bother."
"So when were you going to tell me then?" His two co-workers turned to face his direction, but neither of them said anything. Of course, they didn't. Bono slinked into the room, throwing his bag down onto the small coffee table Alloc kept trying to convince him was 'his desk'. Looked more like a sad dresser.
"How's your leg?" Alloc asked finally.
"It's fine. Had a run-in with some low-level fixers, so my shoulders killing me right now." Bono shifted his grey blazer off, revealing the nasty mess their weapons had left his jumper in. For a moment, Bono could swear he almost felt an old spark of understanding and empathy radiating from Alloc, as he came closer to investigate the wound...
"There’s a medkit in the attic. You can use that to patch yourself up with." Until it was dashed away by his matter-of-fact tone. He shouldn't be surprised.
"Thanks." Bono tried to mimic his tone, hoping to hide his disappointment, he stood up, not sparing Alloc a second glance.
“I’m surprised you haven’t started whining about something already.” Dalloc's mechanical voice made him pause. Really? Right now?
The logical side of him told him to keep waking. The other part of him demanded he defend himself.
He turned around, but the sharp pain stabbing his shoulder reminded him of more pressing matters. Not like she cares anyway.
Bono steeled himself to turn back around and leave, as quickly as he came in, closing the door behind him. As if he never heard anything at all.
"Where the hell is that medkit?" Bono muttered to himself, using his augmented arms to pull boxes out of the way. They really needed to clean the attic up when the office wasn’t busy.
Sure, it made sense to keep the medkit up here because their augmentations usually stopped them from getting hurt, but it sure wasn't helpful when one of them did end up hurt.
Maybe he should have done what Dalloc did and augmented all his limbs. Maybe if the office had more money. If only the office had more money.
Bono grumbled, shaking some of the boxes, in an attempt to locate the medkit. Still nothing, in frustration, he carelessly threw some of the boxes across the room, he huffed, picking up another box, ready to tip it upside down-
Something caught his attention. It was a pale, dust-covered stuffed rabbit. Dalloc's old rabbit. Bono reached out his hand, gently taking the toy into his hands. The same uneven buttoned eyes, the same mismatched blue ear. It was Mr Bon Bon. Dalloc's rabbit.
He remembered years ago, before any of them had even considered what their adulthood might have become when Dalloc had found the stuffed toy sitting by a dumpster. He remembered that day, it was his first successful mission. And then she'd found the rabbit...
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W Corp's nest was always a mystery to Bono, even when he was younger, going with mom to visit dad at work, he'd never understood how everything worked, and it wasn't like dad told him anything. He always just said 'You'll understand better when you're older son.' Well, how old did he expect Bono to get?
Back to the matter at hand, Bono grabbed the small flying camera from his bag, a nice invention Alloc had made, maybe he should learn how to build one of these too.
He let it fly into the air, taking the controller at his feet into a vice grip, he ignored the growing fear knawing at the back of his head, and he made the machine move.
It flew forward, and the tiny screen on the top of the controller showed a blurry image of a building, he looked back at the hastily drawn image Alloc had made for him.
He was looking for a tall building, with lots of windows, big doors and a fancy fountain.
It belonged to some fixer office Bono had never heard of before. But he'd overheard his father's friend talking about them. Said they were causing a lot of problems. Something about their connections to a coloured fixer, whatever that was.
Bono steadied his gaze, not the right building, it was too small. He flew the machine past, another building, still too small. Maybe Alloc had gotten something wrong?
He kept searching, finally coming across a large, heavily windowed building. Bono checked the image again and then moved the machine back. This was it! Alloc hadn't gotten it wrong at all! Bono looked back at the controls.
The red button in the middle was supposed to plant some kind of bug that Alloc could get data from, but he needed some way to sneak the bug in.
Bono thought for a moment, before moving the machine up to the top of the building. Aha! An open window! Bono carefully slipped the machine into the open gap, there were a few desks, but no one was around. Perfect.
Bono carefully guided the machine in, using the fuzzy camera to make sure nothing was in its way. He guided it over to one of the desks, let it land, and hit the button.
"Please, big brother? I promise I'll take care of him!"
"But Dalloc...we can't just take it without asking."
"But he's alone!"
"Who's alone?" Bono walked over to his two siblings, holding out the controller to Alloc.
"Did you manage to retrieve the drone?" Alloc asked, taking the controller back into his hands.
"Yup, it's in my bag-"
"Big brother look! I found a rabbit! Can we keep him?!" Dalloc excitedly shoved a dirty ball of fuzz into his face. He moved his head back to get a better look at it.
It was a rabbit, at least, that’s what Bono thought it was, its left eye was gone, same with its right ear. It was dirty, covered in mud and blood. Bono was thankful Dalloc at least wasn’t holding it by its mud-soaked bottom.
“He’s…a bit filthy isn’t he Dalloc?” Dalloc’s face scrunched up in offence.
“Don’t call him filthy! He just needs a bath! That’s why I want to take him home with us!”
Bono looked over at Alloc, he seemed just as conflicted. Bono sighed.
“Look Dalloc…” He cut himself off, looking back down at the youngest sibling. Her eyes were wide, pleading, clutching the dirty plush toy to her chest, as if it would disappear forever if she let go. He let out a long sigh. “You can keep it.”
“What-”
“Thank you, big brother!” Dalloc wrapped her arms around Bono, squeezing as tightly as her strength could let her. Alloc gave him a puzzled look, Bono just sighed again.
“But. You’re going to have to explain this to Mum and Dad, okay?” Dalloc nodded.
“Okay! Mum can help me get him a bath!” Dalloc let go of his torso, excitedly jumping up and down, the mucky rabbit seemingly bouncing with her.
“So, what are going to call it then Dalloc?” Alloc, approached the two of them, raising an eyebrow, Dalloc let out a little giggle.
“I’m going to call him Mr Bon Bon!”
“Well.” Bono crouched down, looking down at Dalloc’s new favourite toy, “Nice to meet ya Mr Bon Bon.”
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Bono’s shoulder hissed in pain, shit, right, medkit. Bono put the rabbit to one side, throwing more empty boxes out of the way.
The medkit came into his vision a moment later, he sighed in relief, picking the box up and flipping the lid.
Those days are gone. He had to remind himself of that, no point in daydreaming of what once was, no matter how much he wanted to go back to those days.