The Rocket Launcher Incident
“What do you mean you shot her with the rocket?!”
Shaw dropped her sandwich and stalked over to the workbench where John was cleaning his gun. He set the cloth aside and looked up at the storm brewing in her eyes.
“Well Shaw, we were looking for you. It seemed like an appropriate time to use it.”
John smirked up at her before picking up the cloth to resume cleaning. Shaw wasn’t ready to give up just yet, she needed a better response to “Where is the RPG” than “We blew up Control’s car with it”.
“Seriously Reese? I thought we were saving it for a special occasion. And how could you blow up Control without me?" She jabbed her finger at him and narrowed her eyes "Not cool.”
Before John could respond, they were interrupted by the clacking of heels on the stairs. Root headed straight for the subway car, dropping her blonde wig on Harold’s chair and ruffling her hair as she passed the desk.
“Well we thought it was a special occasion. And don’t worry, I tased her enough for the both of us.”
Shaw's jaw dropped in shock as she threw her arms up in frustration “You what?! Oh come on, how is that fair? You wouldn’t even let me shoot her a little bit last time.”
Root just attempted a wink before strutting to the lockers and retrieving more ammo for the guns tucked into her waistband. Shaw wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk off both their faces. After nine months in captivity and six months recuperating, she was looking forward to using that rocket. Hopefully to blow the smugness off Greer’s face, but any reason would have been fine.
“Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll get you another one on the way. Lurch, you’re coming too.”
Reese and Shaw looked at each other, confusion clear on their faces. Root continued loading bullets into spare clips before dropping them in the business satchel slung over her shoulder. A truly ungodly amount of extra clips, Shaw noted.
Reese reassembled his gun and began loading extra clips as well, tucking them into his coat pockets. Not one to be outdone, Shaw grabbed her trusty H&K Compact and the spare clips she kept ready. After tucking them into her jacket and waiting for an explanation that never came, she had had enough.
“Alright, want to tell me where we’re going and why we need such a ridiculous amount of ammunition?”
Root ambled over and threw her arm over Shaw’s shoulders (it definitely didn’t bother her like it used to).
“Well, since you asked so nicely, we’re going to get your old boss back." Root rolled her eyes at herself, as much as she wanted to, they couldn't just leave her to die. "She may be just so. much. fun. But we can’t leave her with Samaritan”.
As much as Shaw hated to admit it, Root was right. She knew what kind of torture Samaritan was capable of. And if Control really had gone looking for the truth, maybe she wasn’t as terrible as they had thought. Besides, it did mean she would get to use a rocket.
“Alright, what are we waiting for?”
Shaw slid out from under Root’s arm, grabbing her hand and heading for the stairs, her sandwich completely forgotten. Reese just smiled after them before heading out of the subway. This was going to be interesting.