The thing I forgot to take into account was the last ti they took drugs because withdrawal symptoms usually occur within 48 hours of not taking them. And yeah, we've only t these people this morning and they could've taken sothing at this ti yesterday or sothing in between.
But what's important right now was to bring all of them to a place where they could safely detox but let tell you that the next few days or even weeks for these kids will gonna be fucking hell.
So yeah, Oscar took it upon himself to have one of their pilots use the Chinook to bring all these kids to our hospital, including Matthew, Lois, and Olivia.
Of course, Quinn took my place as the referee as she ran the ga with Tatiana but it seed like she was getting requests to fight as well from the crowd we gathered. However, as I got back to join them, it seed like Kuzma was about to have a fight with Bartow, and soone else—Royo, obviously—put up a table to cast bets and almost everyone was betting on Bartow to take the gold.
The odds were definitely against my chicken but I showed support for my guy by nudging the Admiral:
"Yo, wanna have a personal bet with ?"
He chuckled, "Shoot."
"If Bartow wins, I promise that unless she cos to , I won't go out of my way to seduce her. But if Kuzma wins, you give one of those drones you have."
"The fuck you talking about? Who're you gonna seduce— OH, YOU FUCKING—" The Admiral's neck suddenly snapped towards Ella, "HE'S THE ONE YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT?!"
Ella had never been so all over the place, "W-WHAT?! I'M NOT— HE— IT'S BECAUSE HE KISSED !"
"THAT'S ALL IT TOOK?! A KISS?!"
"IT WAS MY FIRST, DAD! MY FIRST! AND HE TOOK IT! A-AND HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE —"
Admiral Burke snapped at instead, "WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE ABOUT HER?!"
"His dad?"
"HIS— THE FUCK YOU AN?! I'M AWESO!"
"Then would you give the drone and the Chinook for free?"
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
"Just the drone then?"
"YOU— I'M NOT FALLING FOR THIS SHIT! I'VE ALREADY BEEN WARNED BY YOUR UNCLE!"
"Oh~ You just listen to what a colonel says, huh?"
"I'M TELLING YOU, IT'S NOT WORKING!"
"FINE! If my guy wins, I get the drones and the Chinook but if your guy wins, I only get a drone and I'll give your daughter the boyfriend treatnt—"
"I SAID— DID YOU JUST SAY DRONES?! WHY ARE YOU GETTING TWO NOW?!"
"Tch."
"I'm not a pushover, kid! Your magic won't work on !"
"Alright, alright… you win, Admiral. But you know…"
"What is it now?"
"I'd be able to keep a better eye on her if she had a personal drone following her every step of the way and a Chinook with a personal pilot—maybe even a whole squad—ready to move in at a mont's notice.
I'm a very busy guy, especially with the workload you're giving —and yes, I'll absolutely have people watching over her other than Jenniffer who seems to be her personal bodyguard but two or three is better than one, no?"
"..."
"Admiral?"
"How'd you know that the Colonel's daughter is—"
"I just do. Besides, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and if Jennifer isn't tied up sowhere much more important, she would've joined us and manned a third SAW on the roof."
"...damn you."
"Is it working now? The magic?"
"...fine—"
Ella then cut in, "Hey! I don't appreciate getting tossed around in a bet! I'm a lady!"
I rolled my eyes as I looked at her outfit, "I'm sorry but why do you look like a bottle of Ranch—"
"I-It's fashion! Besides! W-Who doesn't like Ranch?!"
I turned to Jennifer who was being awfully quiet but trying her hardest not to laugh, "Yo. Ranch or Texas barbecue sauce?"
Ella cut in, "Hey! That's not fair—"
Jennifer shook her head, chuckling, "Depends. But you can eat almost anything with Ranch—"
Ella was overjoyed, "See?! Ranch is ten tis more better!"
I rolled my eyes, "She just said it depends. She just added the last bit because she doesn't want to make you mad."
"I hate you! I hate you both!"
I flicked her forehead, "Dumbass— I didn't say I hate Ranch! I just made a comnt on why your color sche looks like one, nothing more."
"Hmph! Fine, I don't hate you as much… But Jennifer!"
"Yes?" Jennifer answered while still looking tense.
"Can you… Can you be more than just my bodyguard?"
"That's… I'm committed—"
"WHA— Not like that! I an as a friend! Like him! Can you?! Please?!"
Admiral Burke cut in, "Honey, you do know so professionalism is required for her to be able to do her job properly."
I scoffed, "That's bullshit. If anything, she'd be able to more if she treats her like family. A step above friends but we can also argue that so friends are better than family."
"..." the Admiral.
"...!" Jennifer.
"Hah! You do say so good things, sotis! Approve!" Ella gave a nudge as she gave a thumbs up.
The Admiral let out a long sigh, "Can't you just give anything to win on?"
I glanced back at the ongoing fight, "Bartow won, so…"
"Wha— We missed it all from this talking… But why do I feel I lost all the sa?"
"Hey, at least you wouldn't give an F18—"
"WHOA! WHEN DID THE F18S CO INTO PLACE?!"
"Ah. Major Harper promised a few things but realistically, I'd have more uses for the drones and the Chinooks so—"
"CHINOOK! C-H-I-N-O-O-K! CHINOOK! SINGULAR!"
"You have a good ear, dontcha?"
"ASSHOLE! YOU'RE BLEEDING DRY! THIS IS DAYLIGHT ROBBERY!"
"Hah! I'm not robbing you, you're just giving it all to for so reason."
Jennifer muttered, "Yeah, for so reason you're succeeding… Unbelievable…"
I chuckled, "I do make so great argunts. So yeah," I turned back to the Admiral, "So that Eisenhower, how long do you think it'll last? Can you give it's last year—"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! STOP! STOP! I DON'T EVEN OWN IT! CUT IT OUT!"
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