maine/wash "Are you fucking kidding me?"
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Maine is not amused. He is the opposite of amused. Everyone is pinned down, taking fire, no one knows where Wash is, and Carolina’s yelling at York through the radio again, which is normally funny, but right now, it’s just annoying. And loud.
He doesn’t know where Wash is.
He swings out of cover, picks off the last of the guards in his sector, slings his battle rifle onto his back. He could really use a bigger gun. There’s still yelling on the channels from where North and South are taking out their section, where Carolina and York are either flirting, in some sort of weird foreplay ritual, or actually having trouble with their sector. Probably York’s fault. He lowers the volume. Carolina will call if she needs him, and he’s got a missing partner to find.
He surveys the empty and faintly smoking carpark, orders the HUD to find Wash’s signal, waits patiently while the system scans.
Wash’s armor signal is coming from under the crushed remains of a jeep.