I lie to her, but still ruin our relationship.

Scarlet stares at you, squaring her stance, so she’s solid where she’s standing. “Come on.”

“I just really wanted to humble Alexandra,” you sigh, now lying through your teeth. “She’s been nothing but a bitch since I’ve met her, and I thought I could shake her off once I got some, you know…exposing pictures of her acting dirty while on the field.”

“You talked to me before doing any of it, though,” Scarlet counters. “You can’t tell me this was all just a coincidence. I don’t buy that.”

“I’ll admit that it was on the spot, but after I got the pills and found the camera, I decided ‘what the hell?’ and used you to get her to sleep with me.”

Her rifle lowers. “You used me?”

You stammer. “Don’t get the wrong idea, but she wouldn’t do anything until you were also involved. Since you and I already-”

Scarlet cuts you off, letting out a groan. “That fucking dumb dike…” She walks away and growls.

“So, let me get this straight,” as soon as she starts, you try to cut in, but she points her rifle at you. “No, Warren! Let me talk! Let me fucking talk!”

You gesture your hands out, letting her talk. “So, you want to **** Alexandra by drugging her, but to fucking backstab your own colleagues, you **** me too? Fucked me while I was high, took pictures, and then thought it would be OK?”

She looks at you with disgust. “You used her sexuality against her even so that you could get her off your back? You’re a piece of shit.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I took the pictures of you because I genuinely thought you looked hot.”

Scarlet opens her mouth, intending to say something, but she shuts it and shakes her head. “Wow. Yeah. That makes me feel so good. You took a picture of me with your dick in my mouth because I looked hot.” She pinches the bridge of her nose.

“I… I don’t suppose you know how Alexandra feels about it…?”

“Well, she got what she wanted in some way, so she was gitty this morning. But, listen, I don’t want any part of this. So you better burn those pictures of me, any of those pictures you have. If there’s so much of a fucking pinky finger in there- then it’s gone. You understand?”

“What if she tells Amari?”

“Well, without the pictures, what proof does she have? Amari knows I’m straight. I wouldn’t have touched Alex if I had my head screwed on…?” She trails off, her eyes unfocusing from yours.

“What is it?” you ask.

“Nothing. I’m just…God, I heard everything in her head, felt everything she felt. It was so weird, and now that I can think about it. As in, THINK THINK about it. Ugh, fuck…”

You nod, wondering what she means for a couple of seconds. You aren’t going to burn those pictures of her. You’ll need them for later. But it might be a problem if she forces you to. You look up at her and ask if you’re fine now.

“No,” she says flatly. “Terminate your contract as soon as you can. I don’t want to work with you anymore. And I’m not going to end my contract with the Syndicate.”

“Fine,” you tell her, just before the wind blows in your face. You weren’t planning on sticking around anyway. You were going to get Flora out of here when a chance presented itself. “Sorry for-”

“Save it,” Scarlet spits. “Let’s wrap this patrol up.”