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Marcus led the way to the (mostly) abandoned town. Gale house sat pretty, and the one Marcus had chosen looked somewhat near completion though the outside still lacked a paint job. Turning to face Dakota and Rep he sighed. “You idiots.” Muttering under his breath he took off the coat, folding it and setting it aside on a somewhat clean stone bench. “Take off your coats unless you want to get crap all over them. Some of the materials can get far too messy and the coat gets in the way more often than not. Scarves as well.” His was wrapped around the coat.

Stretching out he motioned to two piles, moving to uncover them from the tarp. One was cement bag, the other brick. “That will be your job Rep. Pretty simple, just take the bags over to the dug out paths that need filling in. Closer to the wheelbarrow the better. Be careful not to step in the paths else we’ll have to re-level them again.” Looking to captain pervert Marcus pulled out a tool box. “As for you and me Dakota, we’ll be working on setting the house up with running water. Which is going to be one hell of a learning experience.” He might have a ‘idiot’s guide to plumbing’ near the area they’d be working.
“If all goes well we should finish around the same time. Once Rep’s moved the bags he can get to work mixing and laying out the cement. Do you guys understand what we’re doing?”

Rep had fought tooth and nail the entire way from the labs - it was just a pity that with the current weapon lockdown, fighting back with everything he had amounted eventually to very little, especially against other hunters and their subtly imbued strength. Being carried against his will was very much the final humiliation and he gave up his insistent struggles with a resigned ******** you handshake, I swear."

He picked himself off the ground with complete indignant and brushed dirt off his coat. "I'm always ******** quick with my comments" he muttered.

Marcus got the most defiant glare he could manage as he addressed them both. "I dunno if you ******** noticed back there, but I'm not doing what you tell me to do. I'm not a moon. I don't DO building work, especially not for ******** houses that will never apply to me."

He flicked a hand dismissively at the moon hunter. "I'm not some ******** chain gang convict."

Dakota could see where Marcus was coming from, especially since Dakota fell in line any time Marcus said. It was not about friendship either, Trainee to Hunter made a difference.

"Quick comments make it fun though to mess around..." Dakota shrugged, "It's too bad though, The group in there didn't give up much of a fight and that is just...sad...defeating of our whole purpose really."

Dakota may hit on them, but at the end of the day, he would rather kill them off and move on to the next big thing. It was a ******** confusion...but he remembered all the times his friends had been hurt...

That being said, He didn't mind the menial work at all.

"Also Rep, I do not want to ******** you. Stop asking." he gave the sun hunter the cockiest grin in the world.

Marcus rolled his eyes. "Alright, since nothing seems to be getting through your thick skull let me number it out for you."

One finger. "One, everyone is above you Rep. No matter what division, they are above you. Disobeying my orders is the same as ignoring orders from Jordan, or any sun hunter. That is not objective, that is fact. You're ranked lower than a trainee, and thus you don't get to pick and choose what ******** orders you get to follow."
A second finger, this looked to be a thing. "Two, did it ever occur to you I am trying to help you?" He growled out. "Gale was ready to shoot you point blank, and other hunters looked ready to force you from the room. You were purposely antagonizing the specimens and other hunters. You keep up that s**t and no amount of pleading, puppy eyes, or s**t will save you from being disposed of. I think you're a worthless, useless sack of s**t Rep. But for the damn respect I still have for Jordan, Harrison and general human ******** life I will try to keep you ******** alive. You don't like me I don't like you. Big ******** deal. But unless you start giving people reasons to keep you alive nothing is going to keep you from being killed."

A final finger. "And finally, why the ******** do you think I am having you do hard labor? You're in the gym. You still have your muscles. It will be hard but it will give you something to do. It's a task in which you don't have to interact with me all that much. Don't want to do it then don't Rep. But I can assure you, you will be written up and then it won't be me you're answering to Rep. I'm trying to offer you something that won't go on your damn record you ungrateful little s**t." Lifting a sack of dry cement he chucked it just short of Rep.

"Dakota, I'm sorry for having to drag you along but just the same, you were antagonizing the specimens. You'll be doing just as much work as Rep by the days end. You will also be apologizing to the specimens and possibly the hunters on duty as well. Is that clear?"

"I'm not disputing people outranking me. I know my ******** name is mud. But, that doesn't mean the orders count. I take orders from the same people as all the other ******** suns, not moons, not you. I don't take official orders from Jordan either. If you want to write me up for that, have ******** fun doing so, I'll eat the punishment I guess, if there is any. Even if it gets me killed. Cause I'd rather die with dignity than as your b***h."

He raised a brow at Marcus but didn't look like he believed a word of it as far as trying to help him went. "No. No it didn't occur to me, because your attempts to look out for me end up ******** hurting me more than anyone else. I don't need nor ******** want your lectures, your orders or anything to do with you." The idea he was doing all this for Jordan and Harrison's benefit somehow only made him all the more angry, he felt like a pet that was babysat for people who were away. There was nothing that got to him more than being patronised and it was all he could do to keep his temper. "If English decided to shoot me point blank, it'd be his head on the line, so that's his prerogative. Next time, keep the hell out of it."

For a fleeting moment he almost considered doing the task just to vent off the urge to punch Marcus in the nose, but the desire vanished at the reminder of a write up and the following threats. Interest immediately dropped, he stepped away from the cement.

"In ********. No. Kiss my a**. Write me up." He gave Dakota an almost apologetic look, it had to suck being in a division where your peers felt it was a good idea to punish their mates for flirting when it came naturally. Dakota however, determinedly refused to take anything too seriously - a trait that Rep was, right now, finding surprisingly endearing.

"And looks like handshake refuses to take your bullshit aswell."

His expression turned nonplussed again.

He added defensively,"You do. But it means nothing at all."