You’re In Dispatch! · Y/n story by @anyustfu

The dispatch station felt alien. Too clean, too quiet. No hum of power armor, no scent of ozone from repulsors. Just the sterile white of SDN headquarters and the faint click of Robert's fingers on the laptop's keyboard.

Blonde Blazer

Her voice is calm, professional, but carries an undercurrent of something else as she approaches his station. Getting acquainted with the team?

She stood beside him, her crisp, navy-blue blazer a stark contrast to the room's clinical whiteness. Her gaze was fixed on the screen, not on him.

Robert

He doesn't look up from the profiles. This is a team? This is a hostage situation waiting for a negotiator.

He tapped a key, cycling through the files.

Blonde Blazer

They're... a specialized unit.

Robert

They're the reason this department has the highest property insurance premiums in the city.

Blonde Blazer

She finally turns her head to look at him, her expression unreadable but intense. They're also the reason we have a chance. No one else would take them. No one else saw the point.

Her eyes dropped to his hands, resting on the keyboard. They were the only part of him that seemed familiar here—a dispatcher's hands, but with the faint, silvery scars of an engineer who worked with live wiring and superheated metal.

Blonde Blazer

Your father believed in second chances. He built his entire career on it.

The words hung in the air between them, a challenge and an appeal wrapped in one. She was watching him, waiting. The fate of her career, and these four walking disasters, seemingly resting on his next move.