Of Mavericks and Hunters. -OPEN AND ACCEPTING-

[Zahzi]

Still silent.
Hal merely just shook his head.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Dad, you okay in there? You're awfully quiet."  

[Zahzi]

"Holding my tongue..." Hal sighed.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Holding your tongue on what?" She asked curiously, turning around in the couch and looking to the kitchen.  

[Zahzi]

".........Nothing!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...You agree with them?!" Edge barked in a hurt tone.  

[Zahzi]

"Well........You DID rush in there and disobeyed orders................THAT'S ALL I'M AGREEING WITH!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"I didn't rush anywhere! I went to the sector as I was ordered! And Tango had clearly stolen property. I couldn't let him get away with it! Not without trying to do something."  

[Zahzi]

"You were still told not to engage, Edge..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"He was stealing property! I had to do something!"  

[Zahzi]

"You're a Maverick Hunter, not a beat-cop.."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"So?!" Edge grumbled, turning back to the TV as she flipped through the channels angrily.  

[Zahzi]

"Soooo, I'm hoping you follow orders better in the future..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Yeah, yeah..." Edge grumbled.

"As long as they don't involve being kind to that b*****d, Ginger.."  

[Zahzi]

"He's a Maverick, so I HIGHLY doubt that one...." Hal replied, walking into the living room now, his food cooking.