Squad 12 managed to get back to base in one piece, although not without injuries. Some had more injuries than others. Cynthia and Dylan waited in front of the gate as they came through. When she saw that they came back complete, Cynthia let out a sigh of relief. Her hands trembled as she clenched the file she held tightly.
"I'm so— I'm so sorry. I almost got you all killed" her voice shook. I'm so sorry, my incompetence almost—" her voice shook.
"It's okay. We're back in one piece, see? It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known" Jay reassured.
"But—"
"It's wasn't your fault. Shit happens" Zeke said. He pat her gently on the shoulder.
"You were sloppy" Dylan said, unphased by their appearance.
"Asshole, you missed us" Zeke stated.
"I don't know what you're talking talking," Dylan responded, walking away. His lips curved into a smile, the happiness in his eyes hid behind the thick frame of the glasses he wore.
