#r6 404

[chadillacboseman]

Squad up!

@quiddling just finished this incredible commission of Notch and 404 (@glitchviper) in their squad uniforms (Ghosteyes and Wolfguard). If you can't tell, Notch is probably saying something annoying.

[yymm77]

R6 07/03【ゲスト：武田 邦彦】百田尚樹・有本香のニュース生放送　あさ8時！(あさ9) 第404回

R6 07/03【ゲスト：武田 邦彦】百田尚樹・有本香のニュース生放送　あさ8時！(あさ9) 第404回 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 00:00:00　準備画面 00:00:33　番組開始 00:05:21　ニュース一覧 00:07:26　パナマ滞在の移民、強制送還旅費を米国が肩代わり 00:43:27　福島県、郡山市のメガソーラーに中止指示　不正工事で 01:07:14　「H3」ロケット3号機 打ち上げ成功 だいち4号 予定軌道に投入 01:37:22　高レベル放射性廃棄物、最終処分実現まで原発地下に保管を提言 01:55:20　路線価上昇率32・1％…

[chadillacboseman]

The Double Date

Summary: Notch (me), Ace, Blitz, and 404 (@glitchviper) go on a double date. 404 is not thrilled. Art by Quiddling. Just something short :)

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"Try to smile, liebling," Elias nudges Wes as they approach the table on the far side of the room, "You look like I'm holding you at gun point."

"You might as well be," Wes snaps and he chuckles.

Håvard spots them first and waves enthusiastically, an enormous smile painting his face. Wes rolls her eyes. The two of them take their seats and Jaimie cocks an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Good to see you, Elias, Wes," Håvard nods his head in their direction, and Elias returns his smile. The two of them work well together, a fact that irritates Wes to no end.

She hates small talk, but the other three fill the silence well, chatting incessantly about work until their chatter becomes white noise in her ears. She feels like a big cat in a cage at some shithole zoo, watching passersby with the kind of rage-inducing boredom only someone with her high-wired brain could have.

Elias taps his knee against hers under the table and Wes crashes back into reality, catching Håvard in the middle of a colorful rehashing of a training exercise Harry had put them through. She realizes with a jolt that she's bent the fork she's holding while listening to their idle babble.

Across the table, Jaimie watches Wes- she knows her well enough to know that she's not enjoying herself. Her face remains the same stoic facade of boredom, but her eyes are different, predator-like. Elias must have really pulled out all the stops to convince her to come in the first place, she can only imagine how painfully boring this entire affair must be for her.

The food arrives just in time to shut Håvard up for longer than a minute as he shovels in the chicken wings on his plate. Wes picks at her burger and Elias tears into his steak. Rare. Might as well still be mooing.

Then through some twisted fate administered by a God who clearly hates her, Wes is left alone with Håvard as Elias and Jaimie both head to the bathroom. She basks in the silence for a moment until he interrupts it.

"I know you don't like me," Håvard pauses to lick the sauce from one of his fingers as he speaks. How observant.

"What gives you that impression?" Wes doesn't look up at him.

"Everything," he gestures vaguely at her and her mouth twitches. He's stupid, but not blind. She says nothing in return.

"But I do love Jaimie-" he continues and Wes finally looks up from her plate.

"Where is this going, Haugland?" she sighs impatiently, and silently wishes that Elias would hurry the hell up.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

Wes exhales through her nose just as Jaimie drops into her seat across the table and bumps her shoulder against Håvard's affectionately. Elias is close behind and gives Wes' knee an apologetic squeeze as he takes his seat.

The rest of the date is uneventful, but Jaimie can sense an odd tension in the air. Silently, she wonders what words were exchanged while she was in the bathroom. She knows Wes couldn't be bothered to get in any kind of argument with Håvard, but that doesn't mean that his big mouth didn't run in her absence.

Of course, Håvard insists on paying, always putting on a show, much to Jaimie's chagrin. As they make their exit, she turns to him, her brows knitted low over her eyes.

"What happened while I was in the bathroom?"

Håvard shrugs, "I told her I knew she didn't like me."

"That's not true!" Jaimie swats at his shoulder and he shoots her a dubious look.

"She does not like me, elskling."

He's right, and she knows it.

Wes has no patience for his constant social media posts, his loud voice, or his incessant need to be liked. If it weren't for Jaimie, she'd have throttled him the second she got the opportunity.

In Elias' car, Wes stares out the window at the passing street lights that flick by in hues of burnt orange. Elias glances over at her, but she's lost in pensive thought.

"We don't have to do it again," he offers with a smile.

"You couldn't pay me to do it again."

"I know you don't like him, but you like Jaimie, don't you?" Elias cocks an eyebrow and Wes sighs deeply.

"You know I do."

"Then just tolerate him, hm? For Jaimie." he offers her a bargain, one she's not sure she can uphold her end of.

"Fine."

[chadillacboseman]

In which @glitchviper's OC and my OC bond over shared hatred of Lion.

[chadillacboseman]

Hey hey hey :) Could I mayhaps request some Notch and 404 hanging out with the prompts “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.” Thank you and you’re writing is incredible <3

BROOOOOOO YES IT'S OC TIME!!

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"Okay. Fine. Sylvester Stallone or Arnold Schwarzenegger?" Jaimie tossed the tennis ball skyward and caught it against her chest.

"Really?" Wes snorted, "Neither!"

"Not how the game works!" Jaimie tossed the ball again and grinned, "Gotta pick one. And divorce is not an option. Stay married until he dies. Or you die, I guess."

Wes pulled her face into a disgusted grimace and considered the question, "Am I allowed to take a lover on the side?"

Jaimie paused and considered the question, "Yes. Wait- no. No. You have to stay loyal."

"This game sucks, Notch."

"Not as bad as being married to Arnold would. Man, could you imagine?" Jaimie shuddered animatedly.

"So you'd pick Stallone?" Wes raised an eyebrow, "Arnold has more acting cred."

"What?! Have you seen the Rambo films-"

"What are you two talking about?" Elias popped his head into the tech room and interrupted what was sure to be an enlightened overview of the franchise.

"Blitz! How nice of you to join us-" Jaimie tossed the tennis ball at him and he dodged it, "We were discussing celebrities-"

"You were discussing celebrities. I was trying to work-" Wes gestured at the motherboard on the workbench in front of her.

"I was about to defend the integrity of the Rambo films," Jaimie interrupted, "Are you familiar?"

"A little," Elias glanced between the two of them, a look of confusion painted across his face.

"Do not get her started," Wes warned as she turned her attention back to the tech in front of her.

"First Blood is a cinematic masterpiece!" Jaimie cried, "Clearly lost on a Canadian."

"You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give, Notch."

"Do you two ever get any work done?" Elias asked hesitantly.

"Oh, I'm not working on anything," Jaimie shrugged, "I come here to bother her. It's like a field exercise. Gotta focus through the distractions."

"And you are one hell of a distraction," Wes tossed a chunk of scrap wire at Jaimie who batted it away and put her hands up in a mock karate pose, "With terrible taste in movies."

"Oh, that's rich coming from a fan of the Leprechaun movies!"

"Leprechaun 5 had Ice-T in it! That's peak," Wes argued and Jaimie scoffed.

Elias watched as the two of them bickered and lobbed insults back and forth. He had seen them work on missions in the field together as an almost seamless pair, the perfect blend of attack and defense. But here- here they were almost like teenagers, engrossed in an argument over terrible movies and D-list actors.

"There's only one way to settle this!" Jaimie sat up straight in her chair with sudden intensity.

"And that would be?" Wes asked dubiously.

"Movie night."

[chadillacboseman]

Oh look! It's @glitchviper's incredible OC, 404!

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[chadillacboseman]

I have noticed that your requests are open once more , so might I request something(you can pick the vibe) with Notch and 404. The first one you did a while ago was amazing :)

NOTCH AND 404!! NOTCH AND 404!!!

"404, sound off," Jaimie released the button on her walkie and waited for a moment before sighing in frustration, "404, tell me what's going on here."

Silence greeted her on the other end, deafening in its persistence. She furrowed her brows and chanced a glance backward at the drop zone.

Nothing.

"We-e-e-es," she muttered sing-songily into the mic, "I'm going to k-ill you-u-u!"

"Calm down, christ-" Wes's voice crackled to life in Jaimie's earpiece and she finally let her breath out, "I'm fine."

"Listen, Stephen Jobs, not all of us have the Noxy-Box to tell us everything," Jaimie snapped into the dead air.

"Don't call it that."

"What? The good 'ol Noxy-Boxy? The Nox Pox? The-" Jaimie was interrupted by the sound of gunfire from somewhere beyond the drop zone.

"404? Notch?" Doc's voice sounded panicked as it rang over the radio, "Evac is in 5! I need covering fire over here!"

Jaimie leapt down from her vantage point and sprinted to the crest of the hill overlooking Doc's position. She clicked a button and her Tiger Shark expanded with a whirring click.

"404!" she called out and Wes's head appeared from a high building to her left, "What can you tell me?"

"Looks like they've got reinforcements. Radio chatter makes it sound like at least 20. Closing in on Doc and Dokka quickly."

"Shit-" Jaimie leaned over the concrete of the wall in front of her and scanned the street. She could see Doc and Dokka, pinned behind a barrier as gunfire rained on them, "I'll take out their equipment!"

"I've got you covered- I'll reroute their backup!" Wes called and Jaimie offered her a thumbs up before aiming down the sights of her bow.

She let an arrow fly into the crowd and heard one of the Masks drop with a scream. She waited for a beat before activating the EMP Pulse and watched as they all stared down at their tech in confusion.

"Ha! Fuck you!"

"Backup chopper is rerouted- I can probably keep their satcoms off us for about ten minutes, max," Wes glanced down at the chaos in the street as Doc and Dokka took advantage of it and moved to the alleyway.

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"Merci, mon ami," Doc was panting, bent over with his hands braced on his knees, "if not for the two of you...." he trailed off and Jaimie patted him, hard, on the back.

"You two work well together," Dokka grinned and Wes nudged Jaimie in the ribs with a smirk, "Harry wasn't sure it'd be a good mix of tech and, well, anti-tech."

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The wind down after a mission was always difficult.

Jaimie felt as if she was vibrating with excess energy, and Ace wasn't due back for at least a day or so, so she couldn't even bother him.

That meant that there was only one solution.

Jaimie knocked on the door of Wes's quarters and waited for a moment before rapping on the steel once more. When it swung open, Wes stared at her, confused, her hair tousled and a plain black t-shirt draped over her figure.

"Jaimie? What is it?"

Jaimie cleared her throat and brandished a set of DVDs in one hand and a case of beer in the other. Wes squinted at the covers for a moment before grinning at the sight-

Three of the Leprechaun films were clutched in Jaimie's fingers.

"Oh, so you've finally come to appreciate fine cinema with me?"

"Well, the five dollar bin at Walmart was picked pretty clean...it was this or Demolition Man," Jaimie shrugged with mock dismissiveness.

"Oh, shut up and get in here."