Doc sighed as Deimos kept complaining about how boring his job was.

"Well, Deimos, if you find working here such a nuisance, why don't you become an Outlander? Oh wait, you'll be killed on the spot since you only have level 6 clearance, and need leve 8 and up. And no. I'm not giving you my level 8 key card."

"C'mon man! I'll do anything! I can do anything for you that a man can! Or a woman!"

"You should know by now that my type isn't twinks who are more annoying than a horsefly thinking you're the way outside to a huge pile of manure."

"Sheesh.... No need to be so rude... What is your type anyway? Slim thicc? Thicc slim? Shorter? Taller? Same height? Thin? Chubby? C'mon tell me."

"Men. Like Sanford y'know? Badass and actually have muscle rather than a slim Twink figure. Not too burly to where you can't sleep on a twin size mattress, but not too less muscle to where you look either half assed or like... Well... A Twink."

"So... Sanford basically? You're a simp aren't you. You know you'll both be eradicated if you're found together! Him for being an Outlander, and you for making an alliance with an Outlander and risking corruption to the facility."

"Who said I'd get caught? I just have to style my hair a certain way, take of my glasses and mask, then boom. Outlander. Not to mention the fact I'm extremely talented in melee combat like most Outlander people. I just need a costume a safe way out, and I'm free to go find him. Become friends, and maybe more...?"

"Go write a fanfiction or something instead of posing your crazy fantasies to me. Might make me steal your key card!"

"No one would believe someone of such a low IQ and skill level like you could possess any higher rank than 6. Let alone not loose the card or get it confiscated for showing off."

"It's 9am either way. If you really wanna contact Sanford then I recommend asking to do the supply drops. You can sneak your number in there or something."

With Hank and Sanford

"Yo Hank, isn't today the supply drops?"

"Yea. We should go out as see how many we can find before the skag grunts come out due to the smell."

"Good idea. Let's move so we can see the helicopters drop them and get a head start."

Back with 2B

Doc sighed as he reached the top floor from the middle, catching his breath from having to take the stairs.

He walked to his bosses office, Auditor's office. Once there, mag torture agents searched him and let him through the first door. He then scanned his iris and key card before opening the blast door to the office.

"Yes, 2B?"

"I was wondering if I could do the supply drops? I don't have anymore assignments or ordeals to settle so I was wondering if I would be able to do the supply drops this time."

"Considering 5620 got accidentally eaten, I suppose. Just don't damage the equipment or anything. It's harder to find parts for those than it is to find people to work for us."

"I see. Thank you sir. I will be sure to be careful. Thank you again."

"Whatever. Go do your job and prepare for the drops. If we don't do them, we'll get a raid."

The doctor nodded and left he room. He went to his dormitory and made a special note to put into a drop. I get ready in the flight gear every experienced unit had in their closet.

Three hours later

I put the key into the ignition of the black helicopter with the facilities logo on it. I slid a note into a supply drop after I saw the pair walking in the mid north area twards the facility. They look up and after seeing how the others drop them, I slide the note in and do the same but near the pair. I wave off and continue with the rest of the drops.

With Hank and Sanford

"What was that about? It was like he came up to us and delivered it!"

"Let's get it back to the base. You carry this one and I'll card the next."

"Got it!"

The male gripped the metal container and after securing it on his back, began the walk to the base while on the look out for another drop. After they found the other drop, they quickly went inside their base and set up. Sanford set his down and noticed a small piece of parchment in a water proof protective casing.

"What's this...? It has... My name? On it?"

"Is this a new way of recruiting?"

"No... It's hand written by cartography pens. Nice hand writing."

"How would you know?"

"Crisp juicy lines. Anyways, I'm gonna see what it says."

"Aight, I'm gonna sort our stuff and set the metal crates in the storage room"

"Okay, bud, I'll be right here!"

He opened the protective layer and flipped the paper open.

"Dear Sanford, I find you really attractive and know we're from different sides of the barrier, but I still think there's a chance if you're up for it! I used to live in the very wasteland you guys do. I know my way around the service tunnels and know how to get people in and out. I can supply you and Hank with weapons and info. Watcha say? Here's my number; (###)-###-####

-2BDamned, or Doc."

"Fuck yeah! HANK! YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT IS SAYS!"

"What does it say?"

Sanford hands Hank the note with a smile and his phone out.

"I don't trust it."

"I do. And I'll text em right now!"

With 2BDamned

2B stripped and face planted into his bed after a long day of doing nothing and driving a helicopter. After it turned dark and 2B was tired, his phone went off that he got a text.

(End)