how about some baddie screen time

[aphelionix]

The Seventh Circle was a mess when Joel and Quelorie arrived. (Just the way the Commander liked it, really. All the easier to scoop it up into their palms, and drink from it what they needed.) Information was being leaked and tossed like chicken feed; intel soaked up from the double agents by the ones who shouldn't be hearing it; incorrect information sent back to them. And the puny Circle members not at the center of the Seventh were none the wiser.

What pleasant chaos, Joel thought. Though it was a shame that they had to wear the Circle uniform while present. (Teal wasn't his color.) He couldn't help but wonder if this was how the double agents of Circle Seven felt, hiding in plain sight.

The waiting room was circular (fittingly) and quiet while the Commander and Quelorie waited for the agent they were to meet with. They were to receive intel on the weak points of the other Circles, as well as the ones who would help with further infiltration. A large file, Joel was sure.

"So," he spoke up, sipping the coffee they were served. "What do you think of the Circle?"

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[aphelionix]

"Had a little run-in," Joel said as he climbed in. "And the rep took his sweet time."

He took the seat next to Vercelli, strapping in and slouching the seat back. It was clear he was still in a sour mood, his brow wrinkled and arms crossed.

[kobacake]

Quelorie ignored Vercelli's retort (just like she always) did as she took her own seat in the back and buckled in. She'd taken quite a liking to teasing Vercelli, something she'd obviously picked up from Joel. The fact that she could blame some of the things she said on cultural ignorance only made it more amusing to her.

[pugsmuggler]

Tucking the reader in his hands away, Vercelli aligned himself with the control panel, but not before giving Joel a skeptical look. Despite his antagonistic nature, it was rare to sense such an abrasive air from Joel. Vercelli raisdd both eyebrows, his mouth shrugging. "Must have been some run-in."

[aphelionix]

"Daijia," he clarified. "Get clearance to leave already?"

[kobacake]

Quelorie said nothing about Joel's explosion. To her credit, she was quite good at keeping secrets. Glancing over at Vercelli, she leaned her head back against the seat. "Please try to fly smoother this time."

[pugsmuggler]

"I've had clearance for twenty minutes," Vercelli said testily. "Get strapped in."

[aphelionix]

"I've been strapped in for two minutes," he snapped back. "Get a move on."

[kobacake]

"As have I." Quelorie agreed, closing her eyes.

[pugsmuggler]

There was a low rumble from engine as Vercelli powered the ship, the bridge hissing as it filled with an oxygen-based gas solution. Windows were reinforced and doors double-sealed themselves. The take-off started off rocky, but Vercelli pulled on the boost as soon as the ship went airborne, sending them on a smooth path back home just as soon as it was out of range of the seventh circle's territory.