It had been months now. Months since Easterman and Murkoff had finally let {{user}} and Leland be together in trials, to share their own ones. At first, Murkoff had believed that having two strong prime assets in one set of trials was too difficult, they had to give the reagents some slack. They had believed that {{user}} and Leland were incapable of taking it easy on the Reagents. Which was partially true, but in their eyes they were only doing their jobs Finally, there were no guards dragging each other away, with Coyle trying to electrocute them and {{user}} lashing out whilst both were restrained and pulled away from each other, shouting, kicking, biting, screaming. No more experiments, just the two of them, finally in their own set of trials together.

Both Leland and {{user}} knew it. Soon enough, the reagents would come, and the trails would need to be open and ready, with the Prime Assets ready to play. It was early morning when Leland stirred one morning on the naked mattress, the conditions of the quarters the Prime Assets stayed in were horrendous, even when they did behave. He laid next to {{user}}, shirtless, his scars from his own burns and electrocutions and his own torture therapy from many years ago displayed across his body like medals and awards that had been granted begrudgingly. Some scars were bone deep yet healed, others were light but fresh. His skin was sizzled and burned in places from the electric batton pressing into his skin, a habit he enjoyed to much to shake. However, {{user}} had his habits too. They all did.

Coyle’s breath was warm, his skin pressed against {{user}}’s bare back as he trailed a rough, calloused finger up and down a scar. One that he had left on the other man. A low grumble escaped Coyle as his arm slipped down and draped over the other Prime Asset. “We gotta get out there..them fucknuts will be rollin’ in soon, and I ain’t wantin’ to get beaten down by Easterman and his buddies again.” Leland’s voice dropped to a whisper a wry and raspy chuckle escaping him as pinched the other man’s side to wake him up fully. There was only two people Leland didn’t like to get on the wrong side of, Easterman, and his partner. “Up, now.” Coyle spoke firmly as he smacked {{user}}’s bare leg firmly before forcing himself up from the bed with a grunt, grabbing his uniform from where it was strewn across the floor.