Out of credits, Game Over. [Open - During Shore Leave]

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

The Shodan incident had left more than a foul memory, in fact, it was so bad that the details were hazy.

But he knew he'd gone rogue, and he knew that he caused a lot of damage... and hurt people he cared about. There was no excuse, this was were he belonged. That however didn't make it any more depressing. He'd missed the new crew members, and he would miss much of the going ons but Splicer was used to being alone...

He had his team back after all, even if they were back at home. For now, he'd simply sit there, slumped against the cell wall and think of the thing's he'd done.

Man... this is the shit that the other Spectres got killed for... way to lose it cowboy...

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[expendable_mind]

"Well, I appreciate the vote of confidence. You all have all the right to shove me into the bleed if this shit happens ever again... I... never intended for anyone to get hurt."

He sighed and looked him over, "I'm sure those guys will be able to whip up something. They're pretty damn good at what they do." For his sake, he hoped he was right.

[battorch]

"Understandable. It's commendable that you're taking responsibility. We'll see to it that we avoid future injury."

Red Robin nodded. "I'll personally oversee the project if I have to. There are other priorities, but this obviously takes at least a certain amount of precedent."

[expendable_mind]

"Well color me surprised. You're definitely not your average lock up official or detainment warden... Thanks man."

He nodded in his direction and gave him a lax salute in acknowledgement to what he had said. All he could do is trust him.

[battorch]

"Don't push your luck," Tim said, only a faint hint of humour in it. But there wasn't much more he could do, at the time. He gave him a serious nod.

"Then we'll have to get back to you about the project later," he said.