Fine Print Chapter 18

Upon arrival, the base seemed quiet and empty. Finally, Sigma thought to himself, someone else gets sent on a mission.

He grabbed his bag and hurried off from the rest of his crew, not being able to wait for a chance to rest. He got to his room, put his bag down, and unlocked the door. He went to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
Hang on a second... is it... locked from the inside?

He knocked hard on the door. After a few seconds, it slid open, and his jaw dropped.
"Sarah?! The hell are you doing in my room? How did you even get in here?" He looked past her, seeing a man in a suit sitting on his bed. He looked impatient, drumming his fingers along the top of his briefcase. "...shit. It's Thursday, isn't it?"
"Sorry Seth, but I couldn't push the meeting any further. You're back early, though. Successful mission?"
"Things got pretty ugly... but whatever. Hey, what the hell, man? I just got back, I saw a man melt off his own face, I've found out that the man I trust most has been lying to me the whole time, and I ju-"
"Wait..." Sarah stopped him, looking nervous. "What did Derek say to you, exactly?"
"Wha-? Nothing, classified mission stuff."
Sarah took a sigh of relief. "Well I realize you're tired, but once we're finished here you can rest up as much as you need to, ok?"
"Whatever."
The man in the suit opened up his briefcase, and presented them both with a long sheet of paper. "These are the terms and conditions of your divorce. Although, it's all very simple. All it really says is that you're no longer legally married, the rest is just legal shit. Don't bother reading it, if you don't mind. I have another case I need to handle today."
Sarah nodded and looked to Sigma. "Seth... are you sure you want this? I mean... we can work it out, I think, if we try hard enough..."
Sigma glanced down at the page, and placed a metal finger over the signature area, tapping where the ink from his pen was. "Already done. Your turn."
She looked disheartened, but glided her pen around the page above the line. She pulled back, taking a last look. "...there. I did it."
The lawyer stood up, packed the briefcase, and went to shake Sigma's hand. "Excellent. Glad we could get through this so easily."
Sigma grabbed the man by the wrist with his right arm, and he let out a whimper of pain. "The woman I gave my life to has another man's baby in her womb. If you think this was easy for me, you don't know what it means to be human." He released, and the lawyer hurried out of the bedroom.
Sarah stood and put a hand on his shoulder. "You wanna talk for a while?"
He shot her a cold glare, and shrugged her hand off. "What could we possibly have to talk about?"

Theta rushed into the room, her face red, scowling. Sigma walked over to greet her, and she slapped him in the face. "What. The. HELL were you thinking?"
"Ow..." he rubbed his cheek. "Nice to see you two. What's the matter?"
THWACK!
"You know exactly what the problem is! You messing around in the back of the ship with some topless redhead bimbo you've only known for a day!" Her eyes were teary. "I thought I really meant something to you..."
He took Theta's arm by the wrist and placed it to his cheek. Startled, she looked up at him, small droplets of water rolling down her cheek from the sudden jolt.
"Relax. She was explaining something to me, about some of the stranger people here. The ones with yellow eyes. Apparently they all have scars on their chests. That's all it was. Promise. Hugs?" He pulled away and held out his arms, and Theta threw herself into them.
"...sorry. I overreacted."
Sarah stood there, tapping her foot impatiently. "Would someone PLEASE fill me in on this shit?"
Sigma couldn't hold back a smirk. "You have perfect timing, Theta. This is my ex-wife, Sarah."
"The one who got prego?"
"...there's only been one. I'm not old enough to have a string of wives yet."
She grimaced at the word "yet".
"I think you should leave now, Sarah." She glared hard at her, as her hands crawled up Sigma's shoulders.
"...yeah. Ok. Bye, Seth. I'm glad you're happy."
"And I'm glad you're gone." He smiled and waved as she left. "Shut the door please!" It slid shut behind her. Theta's hands continued up his neck, her fingers fiddling around with the hair on the back of his head. "So... why did you kick her out in such a hurry?"
She lowered one hand, placing her index finger on his chest, moving it in a tight circle. "Well... with the divorce out of the way... I think it's high time we celebrate." She leaned up and pressed her lips against his, softly brushing his lower lip with her tongue as she pulled away. She looked up at him with a cocky expression. "You know... 'celebrate'..."
"Oh...OH. OH!" A grin spread across his lips. "I'll lock the door."