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Weir was about two seconds away from stealing Kader’s car and driving over to Megapol HQ himself.
The lines to the station were busy. John wasn’t picking up his phone, and the Squads sent in to deal with the situation weren’t done mopping up yet.
Officers and other employees were supposed to be in safe rooms while XCOM handled the latest alien incursion, but who the fuck knows with Megapol. Some days they let XCOM handle it, others they were getting themselves killed taking potshots at UFOs.
Who knows if John would have retreated instead of picking up a rifle.
There were confirmed Brainsuckers on site. Anthropods toting around the launchers. Kader had already sent him a message about a casualty. A squaddie that’d been with them since before this whole mess started. Now just a staring husk with no hope of salvation.
No one deserved to go out like that, but the idea of John….
He should have been the one to lead the mission. His detractors be damned. At this point he couldn’t care if that would have fueled the fire of criticism aimed at him and John. Kader was (admittedly) good at running missions, but good wasn’t good enough–
"Sir,” Mike’s voice piped up through the intercom. “Chief Bradford is on the line.
