It was dawn as the dropship broke orbit, leaving a trail of white condensation across the perfect blue sky. The legends sat in in the passenger area; it was too soon to go down to the jump bay. Some of them worked out, others meditated. Mirage made his thousandth fart Joke at Caustic who, for the thousandth time told him to go fuck himself.
‘Can you believe that guy,’ said Gibraltar to Lifeline. ‘Such an asshole.’
Lifeline was leant forwards making some tweaks to her heal drone. She glanced at Mirage who was now trying to convince Caustic to buy a baseball card he said was worth ten grand.
‘That guy likes the sound of his own voice so much,’ she said ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if he talked dirty to himself when he jerks off.’
Gibraltar slapped his leg – hard enough to shake the bench they were on – and laughed in his deep voice. ‘That’s an image I want to forget.’ He shook his head. ‘Ugh.’ He glanced down at lifeline. Where her tee rose up it revealed her lower back, and two perfect dimples.