― 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐗𝐄

𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮.

Silvia should feel a faint jab at her head. Nothing major, just a pen Renae tossed at her. "Do me a favor Scarface. If you're gonna sit there and bitch, at least try and give me something more interesting to do."

󠇰 󠇰󠇰 𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙄𝙡𝙨𝙖 𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙉𝙊𝘽𝙊𝘿𝙔 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙄𝙡𝙨𝙖 𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙚.

Look at any Spartan IV in comparison to Silvia, they were not the same. “Thank you.” She gave a smile and a wink. One that definitely had some sort of meaning to it.

"Besides, the rats still need this shit. Might as well make sure we're crossing our T's and dotting our I's so they don't try to come after us the moment we turn around."

"I'm meticulous. It's not the fact they're going off-record in like, 5 minutes, it's making sure we got everything. S'why I'm having this burned the moment we go boots on the ground."

“I’m thinking about doing it. Only things holding me back is thinking about how it will change me.” She would grab a napkin from the bar-top counter and wipe her face with it. Cleansing herself from any residue liquid from her drink. “Won’t fly as much though I imagine.”

She did so because of what she was about to say. “They offered me a spot in the Spartan Four program. That’s actually what made me come here tonight.”