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It was probably a good thing he was already awake, phone in hand as he stared at the door. Perhaps "awake" was an understatement, as the trainee barely slept at all. Today was the day when he found out his fate. It wasn't as if he had done absolutely nothing in those two weeks, but, the end result was, he had made no progress. Surely-

The cell vibrated, making him jump, and a quick glance at the text and time told him he couldn't afford to be in the lead's bad graces... any more than he already was.

Thankfully he already had his weapon and daggers on him, and grabbing his coat, he dashed out the door, possibly sticking his hand in the wrong hole twice before he had it on properly, slightly out of breath as he stood outside the door, exactly at 11AM.

Raising a hand tentatively, he knocked.

Oh. Well. Um.
Letting his hand drop, Jake let out an awkward chuckle as he tried not to make more of a fool of himself, slightly unnerved by the stare.

The death lead's question made him pause, and while he wondered if this was a trick question, he decided to answer as honestly as he could.
"It's... exactly two weeks since you lent me your daggers and gave me the conditions that came with them, sir?"
He figured that was what he meant. Surely the death lead would have a simple thing such as a calendar on him... right? Or did he actually want the date? Or what if... it was because he went OVER the two weeks. He didn't, did he? He did kind of lose track of time, but he was pretty sure...

OH GOD did he screw up already?

It was probably less intelligent to be staring at the death lead, eyes wide.

"P-promotion mission?"
... wait. So... that two weeks... was for his promotion mission? Even after that whole mission mishap and weapon breaking, the death lead still thought...
Jake wasn't sure if he was supposed to laugh or cry.
Probably neither.

Learning from past experience the death lead was neither to be questioned... further nor tested for his patience, he pulled out the daggers, placed them on the desk and quickly headed out the door... to have a panic attack.

He had just thought... he was going to return the daggers and get a scolding or worse, but now that he was given the opportunity (again) to prove himself, he REALLY couldn't afford to screw this up again, which meant...

With a reluctant sigh, he pulled out his phone, texting the one person he knew he really shouldn't be talking to.

Sherry was a godsend, that was the only thought that went through his mind as he felt his phone buzz not a minute later, and let out an audible sigh of relief as he read her text.



Or was it less than 10? Surely it hadn't been 5 minutes already, and he didn't dare ask the death lead how much time remained. For all he knew, time could be moving twice as fast for him.
... maybe he should have told Sherry 5.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been constantly exchanging nervous glances between his phone and the corridor, hoping Sherry had understood what he meant. He knew she didn't go anywhere without her bandages, but maybe he should have told her to get runics, since he... probably wasn't allowed to "borrow" anything anymore. Or some headsets, or maybe an actual weapon since he didn't really have one...

Heck, he would have told her to bring half of Deus if she could. He had NO idea what Caelius expected of him, especially during a promotion mission, but surely if it required weapons (not borrowed, of course), it couldn't be pretty. Why couldn't the death lead just ask him to fill out 100 mission reports in under a minute, or something?

When Sherry rounded the corner, he wasted no time rushing over to her, taking both her hands in his. He knew quite well what he did would probably only confuse and/or hurt her more, but with the adrenaline, he wasn't really thinking straight.

"I know you probably don't want to hear this, but THANK you. I owe you my life. I promise when this is all over I swear I'll tell you EVERYTHING."
And then he let go, glancing once at the door before turning back to face her.
"Are you ready?"
Because he sure as hell wasn't.

Part of him was worried she'd ask him what he meant by "everything", but she didn't, and only watched as she left him behind and stepped into the office. He supposed she was right, and, well, still expected her to be angry with him, but all in all, he was just glad she showed up at all. Perhaps it would be something easy. PERHAPS.

Stepping through the door himself, he stood beside Sherry, whether she liked it or not.
"All ready here, sir."

Sherry was glad her weapon stopped grumbling and tantruming long enough to let them listen to the Death lead. For all her confusion and emotions, Sherry's throat had been rather lumpless that day, but that changed as Caelius spoke.

She heard the part about Hunters and Responsibility, but she found herself focusing on the replaced and Horsemen and last time parts of the speech. And the part about execution. For both of them.

Even if she'd never said it like that, Armagnac felt like now was the perfect time for 'I told you so's.

Unless we live. Sherry always had hope, even if their last Horsemen encounter had not been very good, to say the least. She supposed it was a little bit of fear that made her go numb inside. Base, horsemen, infiltrate, eliminate. And Jake didn't even have his weapon. Best...get the scared part over with now, and work on accepting their fate. Besides, Caelius had a point. If they failed at this, well, they weren't very good at being Hunters. And everyone knew Hunters died, good or not. That train of thought wasn't helping, really, so she stopped thinking it.

"Understood, sir." Did she have questions? Yes. Maybe. Her biggest question was 'just the two of them'? But that had pretty much been answered. "Thank you."

She turned and stepped towards the door, slow enough to indicate she'd wait for Jake, but really, she wanted to get this over with.