032. - Video.

[brokenweapon]

...well, that was entirely stupid.

[Private to David.]
Looks like I'm your new warden. Enjoy the Admiral's sense of humor.

Comments

[Private] YOUR WARDEN CAN READ YOUR MIND.

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[Others' dirty work, yes; not the Admiral's. Like hell he's going to tell David, though. Reaction duly noted and logged.]

I don't have a pair of jackboots in my closet, if that's what you're implying.

[A pause. Then:]

Let me also mention that he's a fucking terrible pilot.

[Private] GET OUTTA MY HEEEEEAD.

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't crack a smile at Bourne's stab at a joke. Not even a hint of one.]

You still work for him.

[And that's the bottom line, as far as he's concerned. Bourne works for the Admiral, so Bourne must be the enemy. It's just that simple.]

[Private] NO.

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[Oh come on, it was his first ever Nazi joke. He is learning.]

And you're still stuck here, so we're back where we started.

[Private] BLAAARGH

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

[If only he could say the same.]

Look, I'll tell you this once: stay away from me. I'm finding my way off this ship, no matter what it takes. The Admiral can play his games with someone else, and so can you. I'm not interested.

[Private] bluh bluh so late

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[Shrug.]

Fine.

[Better to learn by failure than be coddled, is Bourne's reasoning.]

[Private] Better late than never!

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

[And with that, he cuts the connection. There's nothing else to say.]

[Private]

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[Having a bitchy teen inmate is the best thing ever.]