Tacos and Plans for Los Angeles
Spotty’s Perspective
Spotty leaned back in her chair, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she looked at Ila. Her crystalline blue eyes sparkled with amusement. Ila always knows how to keep things lively, but two can play that game.
“And if I’m madly in love with you, you get weapons of mass destruction, red-haired, amber-eyed menace,” Spotty quipped, her tone teasing yet warm.
She watched Ila raise an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk forming on her face. Got her. Spotty chuckled to herself before turning to Fred. “Eat up, everyone. Me and Ila are going to what’s left of LA after we eat.”
Her expression softened slightly as she addressed Fred directly. “Do you have any maps that could help us?” she asked, her tone genuine but purposeful. We need all the information we can get, and Fred’s been invaluable so far.
Ila’s Perspective
Ila paused mid-bite, narrowing her amber eyes at Spotty. Weapons of mass destruction? Madly in love with me? This woman knows no bounds.
“You’re impossible,” Ila muttered, though her cheeks flushed slightly. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with mock indignation. “And yet, somehow, I find it endearing. Must be your charm—or your absurd firepower... I don't suppose you have any void torpedoes extra?”
She glanced at Fred, watching how she seemed more relaxed now, her shoulders less tense. Spotty’s ability to pull someone out of their own darkness with food and humor is nothing short of magical. Maybe that’s why I can’t stay mad at her.
Fred’s Perspective
Fred’s heart was still heavy with everything she’d shared, but the light-hearted banter between Spotty and Ila was infectious. She couldn’t help but smile, a rare moment of genuine warmth. How do they manage to be so… normal? They’re practically gods, yet they act like close friends at a casual lunch.
When Spotty turned to her, asking about maps, Fred blinked, her mind snapping back to the grim reality of their situation. “Maps?” she repeated, setting down her taco. “Yes, I think we still have some old military maps stored in our archives. They’re not recent, but they should give you a general layout of the city.”
Her fingers tapped against the table as she thought. “Most of LA is rubble now, but there are still a few landmarks you might recognize. I can guide you to where Angel’s last stand was reported. It’s… not far from what used to be downtown.”
Fred hesitated, her voice softening. “Just… be careful. The Turokhan still patrol the area, and the First Evil’s influence is strongest there. And what's a void torpedo?”
Elizabeth’s Perspective
Elizabeth watched the interplay between Spotty and Ila, her lips quirking into a knowing smile. Madly in love and weapons of mass destruction, huh? These two really are something else.
She reached for another taco, her thoughts turning to Ila’s mention of void torpedoes Exactly what we need, Ila with weapons that can destroy galaxies
Conversations Around the Table
Spotty nodded approvingly at Fred’s determination. “Good. Courage suits you, Fred. But don’t worry—this isn’t just about reclaiming the past. It’s about building a future. And a void torpedo is a weapon that can destroy an entire galaxy.”
Ila smirked, leaning toward Spotty. “You know, if you keep inspiring people like this, we’re going to need even more weapons of mass destruction.”
Spotty shot her a mock glare. “You just want an excuse to play with more toys, red-haired menace.”
Fred couldn’t help but laugh at their banter, the sound light and genuine. “You two really are something else. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you. Also could I maybe see the schematics for the void torpedo. You know, scientific curiosity and all that”
Elizabeth chimed in, her tone dry but affectionate. “Fred, I'm starting to think you're a menace too”
Closing Thoughts
As the meal wound down, Spotty stood, slinging the antimatter missile launcher over her shoulder with casual ease. “Alright, let’s get those maps and head out. Time to pay LA a visit—and show the First Evil what it’s up against.”