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A B for effort.

The grade carries both praise and condemnation with characteristic precision—acknowledgment of successful outcome tempered by recognition of methodology that prioritized dramatic gesture over tactical efficiency.

Classic Jinx assessment: appreciating results while critiquing process with judicial thoroughness that rivals my own analytical approach.

Riot sighs with exaggerated patience that doesn't quite mask genuine affection beneath surface irritation.

"It's never up to perfection with you."

The complaint emerges with familiarity that speaks to repeated exchanges during whatever time they've spent together—domestic argument between partners who know each other's standards and accept the challenge they represent.

"Obviously," she responds with immediate certainty that leaves no room for negotiation or compromise. "We're experiments. We have to be perfect."

The declaration lands with weight that transcends simple high standards or perfectionist tendencies.Recognition of what we are, what they made us, what's expected from subjects whose capabilities exceed normal human parameters through systematic enhancement and conditioning.

Her foot shifts forward with obvious intent to resume movement—tactical advance toward whatever objective drives her current mission parameters.

But Riot's hand catches her arm before the step can complete, stopping forward momentum with gentle authority that speaks to protective instinct rather than controlling dominance.

The contact triggers immediate response—lower lip pushing out in a pout that transforms her features from tactical operator to something approaching adorable despite recent demonstration of lethal capability.

"I don't need your help," she protests with wounded pride that suggests repeated offers of assistance during their shared navigation of institutional challenges.

His response carries patient authority that recognizes her capability while acknowledging practical limitations that pharmaceutical enhancement creates through systematic biological override.

"Remember last time they used the 'keyword' and what happened?"

The question hits with visible impact—micro-expression suggesting unwelcome recollection of consequences thatfollowed previous activation of enhanced conditioning through trigger protocols.

She huffs with characteristic irritation at being reminded of vulnerabilities she clearly prefers to ignore in favor of tactical confidence and operational capability.

"I have selective memory and don't remember shit," she declares with defiance that fails to convince anyone present, including herself.

Maverick's voice crackles through whatever transmission system provides her external communication—electronic companion whose presence continues triggering territorial responses I struggle to suppress despite rational understanding of tactical necessity.

The disembodied male provides guidance and support, maintaining an intimate connection through technology that places him closer to her thoughts than any of us can achieve through physical proximity.

The reality burns with jealousy that judicial training never quite eliminated despite years of emotional suppression and systematic conditioning.

"Actually," Maverick's electronically distorted voice carries through enhanced hearing with clinical precision that cuts through whatever comfortable denial she's attempting to maintain, "you went off and had a seizure and passed out for approximately thirty-seven minutes following consciousness return. Cardiovascular system nearly collapsed under pharmaceutical strain before enhanced healing compensated for chemical overdose."

Is that another man’s voice?

Jinx groans with genuine frustration at the obvious reminder of consequences she'd apparently hoped to minimize or dismiss entirely.

"I don't need you reminding me in my head," she complains with exasperation directed at circumstances beyond her control, "nor do I need Riot reminding me in my face. Or more like behind my back."

The accusation carries petulant energy that makes both of us present exchange glances loaded with shared understanding of omega management challenges that transcend designation dynamics to encompass personality conflicts with systematic stubbornness.

Riot responds to implied criticism through direct action—moving with fluid grace to position himself directly in front of her rather than maintaining protective rear guard positioning.

The transition brings them face to face with proximity that makes tension between them electric, visible energy that speaks to connection, transcending simple tactical cooperation or pack loyalty.

From my elevated vantage point, I can observe dynamics I missed during ground-level interaction—the way they orbit each other like binary stars, pulled together by gravitational forces beyond conscious control while simultaneously threatening to tear each other apart through collision.

This close, their height difference becomes apparent—her head tilting back to maintain eye contact with her Alpha, whose physical presence radiates authority despite blood marking his features from recent violence.

But something fundamental has shifted since our original pack formation six years ago.