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[aphelionix]

The two days had come and gone since Locke stayed over at Weiler's. He was tipsy when Weiler had called that night and made their two day check-in rule - not that he forgot, but he couldn't stop the nagging feeling that something was off when he went to bed that night.

On the morning of the third day, he remembered.

The rule was to get out. He tried calling Weiler once, in case he had forgotten his own rule, but Locke was sure by now that it wasn't like him. It was all the sign he needed when the call went straight to voice mail. He headed right out the door of his room, only gathering his pistol and communicator. Through the bustling of the soldiers' morning routines, he managed to keep himself fairly blended in. No one seemed to be looking on him any differently. Locke was on the last stretch of the emergency escape route of Gladsheim's base - for Circle members, that was - when someone called his name.

His real name.

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[aphelionix]

Locke leaned against the opposite wall as his knee was tended to, listening in silence. It made things feel pretty damn hopeless at this point. He watched as Weiler worked, only wincing once, when his leg was pulled up onto the bed.

"The shadier fuel stations don't check for documentation. I have us headed for one now," he said after Weiler had finished. "As for money, I always keep my account disconnected from my employers, and under a different name. I have a few connections for those things. We're pretty close to Erclesse. I've got a couple there we can turn to." As he said the planet's name, there was a small twitch in his features, but he quickly moved on.

"We're cornered, but I wouldn't say it's a dead end."

[tactician]

Weiler sat back and chuckled.

"Speak for yourself. My life's over," he said jokingly, sliding off the bed to replace what little of the gauze remained. Upon closing the cabinet, he turned around, leaning on the counter rather than returning to his seat.

"So now we wait."

[aphelionix]

A concerned look followed Weiler, but he didn't say anything about it. He was fairly sure he was kidding, anyway, after they just agreed they were in this together.

"It'll be a little under an hour," Locke said, hoisting his legs over the edge of the bed. He threw off his own shirt, standing and grabbing a clean one to put on. It fit a lot more snugly on him than it did Weiler. "The rest cabins themselves have trousers, if you need a new pair."

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[tactician]

"I'll manage for now," Weiler answered, having the sinking suspicion that the standard issue pants may balloon over his legs anyway, given the nature of the shirt. "Plus, a nap in that passenger seat sounds much too attractive for me to pass up. Let's go, Captain."

[aphelionix]

He raised a brow, picking up his boots.

"You want me to come along with no trousers?" Locke asked, amused.

[tactician]

"No one's watching!" came the shout from the flight deck.

[aphelionix]

"You are," he said, more to himself. With a sigh, Locke grabbed some spare trousers before joining him in the flight deck. He could've bugged Weiler about how there were plenty of beds he could lay in, but the man looked rather comfortable where he was. It was a little comforting to know he was close by, anyway. Just in case.