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"What the hell were you thinking?" Pete yelled, pacing back and forth while I sat in a chair.

"I-I don't know," I mumbled

"You could have been killed or raped or-or worse!"

"I screwed up! But being locked in a bunker isn't helpful either!" I said glaring at him "And why do you care so much about my wellbeing?"

"You're the only one that can stop Beckett,"

"That still doesn't explain," I said flatly

"If you die, the world die," He sighed "Figuratively speaking,"

"Oh," I nodded "So why do you treat me like a prisoner?"

"I am truly sorry," Pete sighed "I didn't intend it to go so far,"

"Might I have a suggestion?" I asked

"Of course,"

"I'll help you, if you respect me and give me some rights,"

"Sounds good, your training starts tomorrow,"

With that he turned and stalked out into the dim hallway.