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"Uh-huh. In that case I suggest you either straighten up or get runnin'," Norrie said. She said the words straighten up in a way that implied that she meant it in more ways than one. Considering his refusal to take Norrie up on her bet earlier, she didn't think that was possible, though. "Or so you think. Maybe I PREFER it that way and you're just a goddamn nuisance," She retorted. She DID prefer to work alone, but she wouldn't go so far as to call him a nuisance, exactly. Maybe five eighths of one.

"Yeah yeah, fuckin backseat driver," Norrie grumbled. He was totally not innocent in any way whatsoever. Not even a distant cousin to being innocent. Norrie's fingers still felt stiff and cold on the humvee's steering wheel, but at least she could feel them again. And they hadn't turn black and/or blue. That was a win, at least. They got about halfway back to base when Norrie had a total squirrel! moment- she caught sight of blue and red flashing lights and heard tires squealing on pavement. By the looks of it, a fun time. "Wanna go be lookie-loos?" She asked Axl. Ideeeaaaalllllyyy they'd be getting back, it was already late as shit, buuut where's the harm in having a little look-see?

"Considering I can easily outrun you and overpower you, I don't think I need to flee for the hills yet." Axl stated drily. Not to FLEX but he WAS made to be a killing machine, unlike HER whom was just a normal boring human. "Nuisance or not, we make a goodish team." He snorted, words she would likely come to appreciate in due time. Unlikely now, however. She didn't understand the weight behind them. He was a nuisance to everyone he was within 50 yards of, so that didn't really bother him in the slightest. "Yeah yeah, sore loser." He shot back. She was just grumpy because he totally won. He had seen the lights maybe 5 seconds before her and heard the low keening wail of sirens about a minute before, his ears twitching a little more than normal. He hadn't spoken yet, but he did glance at her when she spoke. "Better than being bored at a base." He snorted, swiveling his eyes back to the dim lights disappearing around a corner. Considering he wasn't tired and it was only 9 or so and the base was just a prison, he quite preferred this.

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"Good for you. Have fun with my swiss-cheese-inator, then," Norrie retorted. That wasn't even that big of a flex, like, duh, you're the fucking deluxe model of human, shut the fuck up and sit down. Nobody gives a fuck, Usain Bolt. I'll give you a crayon and a round piece of paper so long as you promise not to eat either of them. "Eh, it's kinda like how General Electric made the M134 minigun and washing machines- very different, but hey, they both spin, even if one does it to clean things and the other to make them disappear." Great analogy. Norrie should write speeches and Ted Talks and shit.

"Shut the fuck up before I make you," She grumbled back. He didn't TOTALLY WIN, she fucking LET HIM. "Okay then," She said with a wolfish grin and floored it, hoping to catch up to the cops. With a very sad top speed aroud 70 though, that may just be wishful thinking on Norrie's behalf. Not to mention the lack of maneuverability in this bigass tin can. Apparently the guy the cops were chasing was a SHIT driver though, and Norrie rolled up to see a car damn near wrapped around a fire hydrant, which, luckily for the driver, looked to be about the only thing keeping the thing from bursting into flames. Well done, great job. Norrie watched with a morbid curiousity as the driver was pulled from his vehicle and cuffed, and from there it was just the boring standard practice. She found herself almost willing the guy to run or something just for some entertainment.

Axl decided, after a moment of pondering, to wait to really piss her off till he had his wings back. Then her swiss-cheese-inator wouldn't work very well. For the moment, he'd just not make her want to kill him. Which was probably pretty hard, but that was beside the point. "You're so very right. You make a great washing machine." He nodded as if there was no doubt there, but his tone was slightly taunting. Since 98 percent of the time she took his bait, he didn't even need to hint at mockery. He could say something normal and she'd come at him for it.

"I'm afraid that is quite impossible, m'lady. See, I could talk for hours and never get bored, have before will now, and it'll be entertaining to watch people, you specifically, get ever increasingly frustrated as a drone on and on and on..." A wolfish grin spread onto his face. Although he knew she WOULD make good on her threats, he didn't reallyyyyy care. He was NOT looking forward to another low blow, however. He'd prefer being shot.

Axl had to wrinkle his nose to stop from straight out laughing as the vehicle accelerated, like, the tiniest bit, the engine roaring, and topped out at 70. If they turned a flippin' corner they'd be on their sides. Thankfully, however, the guy had ... crashed wasn't really the right word. Decimated his car. No, it didn't fall apart. He turned his car into a metal slinky... completely useless, fun to watch fall down the stairs. NO ONE could argue that watching a broken car fall down stairs would be FUNNY. He snorted in disdain as the guy easily got cuffed. They didn't even look that injured. "Pitiful." He muttered under his breath. Unsatisfying. Not worth the time or the diesel used to get this hunk of metal up to 70 mph. When the guy was put in the cop car, he sighed. "No struggle. At all. Apparently he was too lazy to be shot at." That was half the fun. He had gotten away from people before MANY times. If he ever got arrested, it'd be a piece of cake to just.. handcuffs broke, arrestee gone.

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"Gee thanks. I would say you make a functional minigun, but I'm no liar," Norrie said flatly. REALLY. SHE was the WASHING MACHINE. Disre-fuckin-spectful. How dare he.

"Don't make me wrap this piece of shit around a telephone pole," She growled. That was her version of 'don't make me turn this car around!' And she'd probably do it, too, if he got to be annoying enough. Let it die, let it die, let it shrivel up and die. Norrie just didn't give enough of a shit to bother trying to stay alive, really.

"Disappointing. If you're gonna run from the cops, be ready to RUN dammit," Norrie agreed. She groaned quietly when one of the cops FINALLY noticed the bigass military vehicle just chillin' with them and came over to see why the fuck they were there. "Be inconspicuous, I don't wanna have to thin the police force any further," She hissed before rolling down her window. "Evening, officer. What can I do ya for?" She said, casually enough. It was dark as shit and none of the humvee's interior lights were on, so Norrie just hoped he was unobservant.

"Evening. Mind if I ask what you're here for?" The cop asked. He looked tired, like he was on his third coffee and fifth donut of the night. This was good.

"Not at all. Just in the area and got curious is all," Norrie answered, then asked jokingly, "You ain't gonna give me a speeding ticket, are you?"

He just chuckled tiredly and said, "No no, not tonight. Got enough to do already." He gestured to the totalled wreck and added, "Had a hit-and-run, the other person didn't survive. Now we gotta deal with the damned hydrant, on toppa this." He shook his head sadly.

Norrie nodded sympathetically and said, "Damn. I'll, ah, leave ya to it then." She was just hoping he wouldn't question her any further- like he said, a lot to do.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, then looked in the vehicle more closely, looked like he was gonna say something else, and, to Norrie's relief, didn't. "'Kay then, you have a good night. And don't forget, the speed limit still applies to you."

Norrie just nodded, mumbled something of a farewell, and left, heading back in the right direction again. Thank GOD he didn't get suspicious.

"Don't be offended, it's the truth- you act like a washer. Spinning round and round and never getting anywhere." Axl flashed a sweet smile, eyes glinting with a mischevious look.

"I'd likely be fine, so have fun." Well, depending on how fast he could jump out of a moving car. He'd much rather smash himself against the concrete than against a metal pole. "Plus, I don't think I could MAKE you do anything. You're quite stubborn." He pointed out with a snort. He could sweet talk all he wanted, threats, anythin', she wouldn't do a darn thing for him.

He grunted in agreement, shaking his head. Boring. Why charge yourself with resisting arrest when you COULD be charged with NOTHING since you WOULDN'T GET CAUGHT. Well, if you were him. If you were a normal human, not in the military, you'd likely just get gunned down, but wasn't that better than 20 years of jail?

Axl's eyebrows shot up and he gave her an incredulous look. "I am the LEAST inconspicuous thing in the entire world! Don't make m-" He fell silent with a suffering groan as the window was rolled down, leaning back slightly so his face was completely wreathed in shadows. He was slightly good at melting into nothing. Closing his eyes with a silent sigh, he just listened to the conversation, slightly tense. As they started driving again, he didn't relax, but did open his eyes and turn his head towards the window, eyes flitting over the now dark landscape.

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"That is NOT the truth. If you went to an indian reservation, the native name they'd give you would be Walking Eagle. A bird so full of shit it can't fly," Norrie retorted. She was NOT like a washing machine, she didn't SPIN around and around and around and she DID get places, thanks.

"No you wouldn't," She snorted. If he tried to jump out of a moving vehicle, that'd be hella roadrash [not the Monopoly dog, sadly], broken bones, and probably internal bleeding. That was if he was lucky. If he wasn't, well, he could have fun becoming a red smear on the pavement. He'd wind up getting scraped off the ground like a bug on a windshield.

"Shush for once, I KNOW that," She grumbled. Obviously he was conspicuous.

Eventually, much to Norrie's diappointment, they made it back to the base, the sad remains of the wall a reminder of why she'd kind of been stalling in the first place. She REALLY didn't wanna get assigned any of the clean-up work that'd come tomorrow.

(I gotta go feed my horses and the rest of my menagerie sorry T-T)

Axl had to stifle an amused laugh turned cough at her words, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well someone's in a cheery mood." He commented drily. He was 98 percent sure she didn't even KNOW what a cheery mood WAS. "It's better than listening to your pessimistic always angry tone all day." He sighed dramatically, rubbing his temple in fake weariness. "I've been handed the short side of the stick every day of my life and yet I can find SOME light. What the heck happened to YOU?" He asked with an accusing glance, though his eyes, what dark depths of them you could see, portrayed mischevious amusement. "I will not shush. Tis against my code of conduct." He sniffed, but then fell silent for the rest of the ride.

Axl only got more tense the closer to the base they got, until every muscle was coiled like a spring and his neck was starting to ache. He raked a hand through his hair as the wall- or what was left of it- came into view, fingernails digging into his scalp. The fleeting hallucination of freedom was gone yet again as the cage closed around him, constricting his airflow and pressing like a brick building down on his back. Almost subconsciously, his shoulders drooped slightly, his jaw tightening, but the only other sign of discomfort was the fact he refused to look forward, instead focusing his eyes on the quickly disappearing landscape. When they did enter the compound and nothing else was visible, he turned his face towards the garage, but his eyes were unfocused, as he didn't feel the need to see imprisonment quickly approaching. He decided to attach his wings and keep them on all the time, except for when he was sleeping, as they were a powerful weapon and useful tool. Plus... he never knew when he may get a chance to leave. Coming back really solidified what mistake he had made.

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"Juuuust peachy," Norrie grumbled. And truthfully... she DIDN'T know what a cheery mood was. Not from experience, anyway. The best you got with her was something like neutral. That was it. It was alllll downhill from there. "Deal with it, bitch. Your other option is to hang out with Jackson all damn day," She retorted. That was almost a punishment worse than DEATH itself. Jackson was sooo BORING good god. "Oh my god, good for you, I don't care. I was born this way," She said. She'd met people who didn't just believe that the glass was half full, they thought there was a mostly full bottle of wine somewhere. It was safe to say Norrie was the COMPLETE opposite of that. She was easily the most pessimistic person to ever walk the face of the planet. "Uh-huh. Well it's NOT against mine to punch you in the throat if you don't shuddap," She warned. She'd punched Jackson a few times to shut him up, and Axl wasn't getting any special treatment.

As they passed what remained of Norrie's beautiful pile of corpses, she flicked the headlights off so as to be somewhat less of a nuisance. She backed into the garage in easily the SMOOTHEST maneuver in all of human history, killed the motor, and got out, taking her swiss-cheese-inator and milkshake before returning the key to its proper place. "Care to go to bed, fair maiden?" She asked.

Axl wasn't the best at cheery moods either, so he really couldn't say anything. The closest he got was right after killing someone he disliked. Then he felt pretty darn good about himself. "Okay okay, no need to resort to threats." He lifted his hands in a surrendering action. Dealing with JACKSON was worse than having to drown out her whining. He'd literally have to sit in the corner and rot of old age. That would be more entertaining. Maybe he could invent a way for the soul to leave the body so he could watch himself rot. That would be fun. "What a bleak existence." He stated drily, but there was no real force behind it. Considering if one thing happened he would happily slit his own throat, he wasn't exactly in Cancun either. He was MORE than ready to either escape or die, and the only thing keeping him from ending it was his dignity. He did not want to go out like that. He wanted to go out in a battle. Fighting someone, something. Not by his own means. He would live his life until the perfect opportunities came for most things, but one thing he did know was... he wasn't staying here for longer than a month. Maybe two. He was done being held like a tool. He was no slave.

"I've been punched before, take your shot." He shook his head. She couldn't do anyyyything to him that hadn't already been done, so he would just keep doing what he wanted to do.

Axl opened his eyes from the narrowed slits they had been in as he felt the vehicle roll to a halt, exiting to vehicle, jaw tensing slightly. He immediately moved to the place he had stored his wings, grabbing them before going back to Norrie. He looked much more resigned now, no emotions showing in his blank eyes. Not offering any reply, as he had a lot to think about, he only inclined his chin slightly. Not really an answer so much as acknowledging he heard her in the first place. Once he got to wherever the heck he was going, he knew sleep wouldn't come easily, if at all, so he prepared his mind for some.. strenuous thinking.