Marya:
I ran up to Alex's door and gave it a big kick by the handle. It crashed down and I went inside. His room looked unnaturally clean. I got up real close to Alex's ear. "Wake up bastard," I screamed. "What the hell?" he replied, bolting upwards and groping for his mace. A rather overrated tool, I thought.
"You and I need planning time. It was an unofficial vote downstairs. Deputy and Leader need to fix security." I explained. A grimace spread across his face. "I'm none too happy either." I reminded him, glaring back.
We reached operation room. Though we had tried to clean up a bit, all of us were tired, so was still splashed across the walls, and the aura and stench of corpses was still present. "Great office space captain." I said sardonically.
"So," he started, ignoring me, "First we find the problem."
No duh, I thought. "You're always so chipper. It's really morale boosting." I noted out loud as a reclined in my beaten up, weather-torn office chair. I started spinning around. "Did you know that a long time ago, people used to have office chair races? They'd just send themselves down hills on office chairs. That sounds really great right now... But alas, we're stuck with a leader who doesn't know a thing about what he's doing." I drew out a long melodramatic sigh.
"You don't either." He shot back.
"Well I'm not leader. I'm only deputy. You're supposed to know."
"You wouldn't be deputy if Jacob were here."
We froze and quieted. Yes, if Jacob were here, it would be different. All of us would be less up tight. I hated to admit it, but he was right for once.
"Jacob's dead. Leave him out of this." I tried to remain fierce, but my attempt was pitiful.
