Hope you enjoy these new stories. More to come, and Spoiler wise, I will not spoil the main plot of Chimera Squad, but there will be references to lines and posters found ingame.

Verge, Shelter, Torque and Cherub unzip their gear, changing into their regular clothes after a long shift. Axiom shut his locker before waving and heading up to replace them.

The four stood relieved after a long day of combat.

"Hey, I was thinking." Cherub began.

"That's never good," Torque mocked.

"How about we go and grab dinner together!" He suggested enthusiastically.

"Sounds good to me." Shelter answered, slinging his coat over his back.

"I have no quarrels." Verge added.

They all looked to Torque, Cherub putting on a particularly puppy eyed face.

"Fine whatever."

"Yes!"

The four agents walked down the street. Torque slithered with hands in pockets, with the same kind of attitude a teenager would have.

"So what are we going to eat?" Shelter asked.

"Anything works for me." Torque muttered.

"What about hotdogs?" Cherub suggested.

"I cannot. Hotdogs are poisonous to sectoids." Verge answered.

"What about that new omelet place that opened up downtown?"

"Eggs are also poisonous."

"What about a salad bar, or let me guess they're poisonous to sectoids too?" Torque spat.

"No they are not… but I am allergic to multiple strains of lettuce."

They two sigh in frustration.

"There's a ramen shop that had a sign out front stating 'Sectoid Friendly food', shall we give that a try?" Shelter suggested.

"Sounds delightful." Verge replied.

"Sure."

"Whatever."

"Alright, Ramen it is!" Cherub cheered.

The four sat around a small table looking at the options on the clear table inbuilt screens.

"What are you going to get?" Cherub asked.

"The Mornington special sounds nice," Shelter muttered, taking off his glasses, "Might go with that."

"I chose the Sectoid friendly basic creerub rice bowl, with imitation cheese." Verge answered.

"What's your thing with cheese?" Torque asked.

"I can't eat real cheese, it's poisonous to me. But after tasting it via psionic link. I long for the human delicacy."

"Is cheese really a delicacy?" Cherub asked.

"Real cheese is. Since Advent wiped Earth of 80% of it's livestock, real dairy has become a rarity. But the alternatives are mostly good, I have to say."

They sit back after sending their menu order and converse.

"I never got to ask Cherub," Verge bagan, "Was your adoption a success?"
"Yeah. Home's great. Dad is still trying to figure out what to get me for my birthday."

"What do you want for your birthday?" Shelter asked.

"I always love food. I would love something cooked on a fire. Best taste ever!"

"We'll see what we can do."

Then a sectoid in a dress came over with their food.

Verge's bowl, traditional rice with some sort of green artificial steak on top, sprinkled with cheese.

Shelter's ramen, blue in colour and piping hot.

Cherub's Plate of dumplings, in a plastic imitation of a bamboo steamer.

And Tourque's two bowls of ramen, each with egg and imitation steak.

"Two bowls worth?"

"I've got a lot of tail to fill." She muttered before they all began to chow down. Cherub and shelter took off into conversation amidst the mouthfuls of food, Verge however stopped and sat looking at torque.

"Stop reading my mind."

"I'm not."

"That goes for you too humie." She said giving shelter a glare.

"Note taken."

"I'm just assessing you externally and making a hypothesis on your current mental state."

"Alright what's your guess?"
"You are combative yet submissive, have intended to bury yourself in food so you cannot join in the conversation." Verge assessed.
"And?"
"I think you wish to talk but simultaneously don't wish it. As for why, i have no idea."

"I just think she's occupied thinking about Whisper." Cherub chuckled.

"Listen here half breed!" Torque hissed, fangs extending.
"Woah Easy!" Shelter said, holding her back with his arm.

"It was only a joke, Or at least I believe it was a joke." Verge explained.

The four walked out of the restaurant and back down the street.

"Want to head to the arcade? The new hologame they have is fascinating."

"I would be interested." Verge answered.

Before shelter could answer they heard violent shuffling in the alley next to them. They turned to see two Human's holding a sectoid at knife point, one patting them down searching for money or something to sell.

"Torque," Verge called as he lifted one of the assailants into the air.

Torque extended her long tongue out, latching onto one of the assailants and flinging him to her, she then wrapped him up with her snake body, pinning him.

The other assailant began to run down the alley.

"Bringing him to you." Shelter said.

"Right."

He put his lands out and with a cloud of psionic energy the asaiant appeared before them where shelter once stood. He ran straight into the arm of cherub.

"Clothes line!"

He fell on the floor and Cherub put a knee on his back pinning him to the ground.

Verge grabbed an earpiece out of his pocket and pushed the button on it.

"Whisper, Contact 31PD we have two perpetrators from an armed mugging."

"Roger that, 31PD 40 seconds out." Whisper replied.

Shelter walked back up the alley and stopped by the sectoid, wearing business woman attire.

"Are you alright Ma'am?" He asked.

"I am now. Thank you sir."

"Anytime." He said, as the bright flashing light of 31PD lit up the alleyway.