(FREEDOM! NGAHHH!!!)Training Room - Sector 4, Prometheus Labs - London
Flandre giggled gleefully. The thought of playing with more and more SPARTANs had Flandre excited. If only one SPARTAN could put up such a fight, Flandre couldn't even begin to fathom how playing with a squad would be like. That said, in Flandre's mind, more toys always meant more fun. So, surely playing with more SPARTANs couldn't go wrong at all! Right?
Nodding her head in response, Flandre stuck close by Alice as she lead the way to the Observation Deck where Cole was laid to rest.
As merry and glee as Flandre was, Cole on the other hand felt like he was recovering from a hangover. Clutching his head in both disappointment and shame, Cole begrudgingly rose up and started stretching his arms.
"What the hell did I do to get in this mess...?" Cole mumbled as he mulled over the past 24 hours. His escape, several near-death experiences, and now he's head-deep in some conspiracy with nowhere to go except down. To be frank, this was no different than his time in Empire City, back in his game. Cole just wished that he would at least be given one moment of peace in this new-found world of chaos and havoc.
That said; despite all the trouble the conduit landed himself in, he had to give props to Flandre's reflexes and reactions earlier. Were it not for her, Cole would have either murdered countless innocent people over the sake of a grudge or he would be dead. And better yet, Flandre's actions were rather clean and accurate. A quick and non-lethal strike to the back of the head, just like in some of the movies he used to watch. Even if Cole was knocked out, he didn't feel any broken bones, any nerve damage, or anything. While Cole never did doubt Flandre's strength, he never did account for something like that. She may be child-like but she definitely was more than just a child.
Still recovering, Cole kept to himself in the Observation Deck and waited. Chances are, Flandre would eventually return to him or some SPARTAN would find him and the madness would continue. It was just a matter of who and when, not if.