Post by inakamoto on Dec 29, 2016 21:44:32 GMT -5
The look on Maria's face was sullen as she focused on her pad. She'd just seen Alpha-7 back from her trip to the infirmary tent. They were able to treat her, but she wasn't quite up to full strength. And there was still the matter of the incident that lead to her injury. Starting a fight with one of the cirque members was not part of their mission here. It was a gross lapse in judgement, and they didn't need to cause anymore trouble. The decision was that Alpha-7 would be placed on temporary leave. She was in need of recovery time, and time to reflect. She wasn't happy about the decision, but it was a necessary action.
Just then, Gun-Max entered the tent, a worried look on his face, "Is she okay?"
"She'll live, if that's what you're wondering," Maria answered, her attention still on her pad.
"Nothing permanent?" Gun-Max continued to press, "I heard there was a black magic sword involved, I-."
"Relax," Maria answered, her voice slightly elevated, "she's fine."
Gun-Max paused a moment, seeming to accept Maria's answer, and paced a small distance before starting up again, "Is it true ya benched her?"
"She's on temporary leave," Maria stated flatly, "for now."
Gun-Max didn't speak right away, simply turning to face Maria full on.
Sensing his eyes on her, Maria placed down her pad, and looked Gun-Max in the eyes, "If there was another option, I'd take it. But she started a fight with one of the cirque members, and she needed to be disciplined."
"From what I hear," Gun-Max responded, "that kid was the one who nearly killed her."
"Alpha-7's injuries weren't that severe, especially when you consider the kid who was nearly killed," Maria shot back, "the point is it never should've happened. That situation spiraled completely out of control, and she was partly to blame. She needs to take some responsibility."
"And what if Zemo comes back?" Gun-Max retorted, "You expect her to sit that one out?"
Maria stood up before answering, looking Gun-Max square in the face, "She wants to break protocol, that's her prerogative. But she made a mistake, and she needs to be held accountable. We all do, you're not under Stark anymore."
Gun-Max remained silent at first, his jaw-line visibly tilted as he worked to hold his tongue. Finally, he responded with a curt, "Yes, ma'am," and exited the tent.
This was probably the worst timing. Putting Alpha-7 on restriction like this wasn't ideal, not with Zemo on the loose. With any luck, he'd remain in hiding, and things wouldn't get any worse. Maria could only hope.
Just then, Gun-Max entered the tent, a worried look on his face, "Is she okay?"
"She'll live, if that's what you're wondering," Maria answered, her attention still on her pad.
"Nothing permanent?" Gun-Max continued to press, "I heard there was a black magic sword involved, I-."
"Relax," Maria answered, her voice slightly elevated, "she's fine."
Gun-Max paused a moment, seeming to accept Maria's answer, and paced a small distance before starting up again, "Is it true ya benched her?"
"She's on temporary leave," Maria stated flatly, "for now."
Gun-Max didn't speak right away, simply turning to face Maria full on.
Sensing his eyes on her, Maria placed down her pad, and looked Gun-Max in the eyes, "If there was another option, I'd take it. But she started a fight with one of the cirque members, and she needed to be disciplined."
"From what I hear," Gun-Max responded, "that kid was the one who nearly killed her."
"Alpha-7's injuries weren't that severe, especially when you consider the kid who was nearly killed," Maria shot back, "the point is it never should've happened. That situation spiraled completely out of control, and she was partly to blame. She needs to take some responsibility."
"And what if Zemo comes back?" Gun-Max retorted, "You expect her to sit that one out?"
Maria stood up before answering, looking Gun-Max square in the face, "She wants to break protocol, that's her prerogative. But she made a mistake, and she needs to be held accountable. We all do, you're not under Stark anymore."
Gun-Max remained silent at first, his jaw-line visibly tilted as he worked to hold his tongue. Finally, he responded with a curt, "Yes, ma'am," and exited the tent.
This was probably the worst timing. Putting Alpha-7 on restriction like this wasn't ideal, not with Zemo on the loose. With any luck, he'd remain in hiding, and things wouldn't get any worse. Maria could only hope.