Please Don't Do This To Me. God, It's Gonna Happen. I Have No Way To Stop It. (The Roleplay)

She followed him.

When they arrived, the doors had all been closed, with shiny new locks reinstalled over the lockers. Theresa looked flabbergasted.

"How could they have done it so fast? And how could they have known which locks we were going to cut?"

 

She looked troubled, biting her lip.

"We should go back to the office. Confirm who that locker belongs to."

 

She headed back, folding her arms nervously as they returned to the office. She tried the handle and her eyes widened as she realized the door was locked.

 

For the first time, Theresa looked frightened.

"Maverick, we should go."

 

She hurried for the door, exhaling with relief as they opened.

 

She looked at him frowning.

"You need to be careful, Maverick," she said slowly. "Whoever did this knows that we found the weapon, knows that we were in the office, and knows that we were looking for the owner. I would bet money that they also know that you took a picture. They'll be working on destroying it."

 

"Keep yourself safe," she said adamantly. "We don't want to lose you."

 

She glared at him, squinting as her brows furrowed.

"Did you just pat my head?"

 

Her eyes glinted and if she had her helmet with her, she would have slipped it on.

"Never again."

 

She frowned before looking around nervously.

"I should probably head home."