Nalah was fuming as she stalked through the concrete halls to where the target and her handler were. She narrowed her eyes as she saw Roike leaning against the wall outside of the female were's room. He glanced over and did a double take before he quickly stood up straight, tugging his WC jacket to sit proper but she ignored the action, and how it hugged his broad shoulders.

"If you ever, and I mean ever, pull that shit again, I will personally take you to task and leave you whimpering on the ground!" Nalah realized the words as they came out of her mouth and the male were's mouth dropped open and his face went red as he blinked at her rapidly. "Shit! That came out wrong!" That made her vibrate even worse with anger. He made her so fucking mad she couldn't even think straight.

"If you ever put my fucking operatives at risk again I will fucking shoot you!" That sounded better and she was almost proud of herself for it even as she glowered up at him, her eyes narrowed and a low growl rumbled her chest.

"Wha...What did I do, exactly?" He almost stuttered and Nalah clenched her hands into fists.

"You took off after Flint after we met in the bar! You could have blown his cover, you could have tipped the cultists off! You endangered every single one of my operatives when you did that!" The words came out growled. He had gone after Flint, tried a hamfisted attempt to 'rescue' Flint from himself, he had no idea how stupid that had been.

"How was I supposed to know he was an operative?" It came out of the large werewolf defensive and almost squeaked and Nalah almost snarled at him.

"It doesn't matter if you knew or not! How the fuck does Everly Moore from Grenwich know Flynn Riker from Havensport, Roike?" She was nearly vibrating as she glared at him, the words were coated in derision and agitation. "He fucking doesn't!"

"I'm sorry but things worked out, right? Agent Anders is safe and so are all the operatives." Roike lifted his hands and at the words and action she did snarl.

"It doesn't matter, Roike! Those are my operatives and you put them at risk and I have serious fucking problem with that!" She did. Her team were her clan and he affected the safety of her clan, there was no coming back from that. "You nearly blew the mission with your emotional entanglements! I told you to leave everything at the fucking door because we couldn't risk it affecting the mission and you didn't!"

She was fuming, he had put all of them at risk and it didn't help that Flint was already borderline suicidal. The mission was a success but she was done a fucking operative because if Flint thought he could go back out in the field after his fifth time pulling his stupid suicidal shit, he would be sorely mistaken.

He pinched his lips together. "I'm sorry but the last time I saw Flint was thirteen years ago-"

"I don't care, Roike! What I care about is the safety of my team and you directly affected that!" She pointed at him. "I'm putting in a recommendation that you are not to be allowed to be adjacent to the Start Order ops. We can't fucking trust you to listen!" With that she whirled around and stalked through the infirmary until she found Flint's room.

Beck was flipping through what Nalah could only assume was Flint's file and she gestured to the door with it. "He's waking up if you want to talk to him." The elf's ears twitched with amusement and Nalah narrowed her eyes as she nodded, pushing inside.

She closed the door and Flint was rubbing at his face as she moved over to the bed. "You're off." It came out growled and Flint lifted a hand and squinted at her.

"What?" It croaked out of him and she gave him a flat, unimpressed look.

"You. Are. Off." She bit each word off. "Effective immediately, you are on leave."

That actually seemed to get through to him and Nalah felt a bit smug. "What? Why?" He almost snarled it but he was grimacing, holding his head.

"Because this was the fifth op where you went suicidal on me and took unnecessary risks. No more." She crossed her arms over her chest, the words coming out snapped. She had a duty to her clan to make sure everyone was safe. Flint was not being safe, in fact he was putting the entire team at risk, especially mentally. She was going to need to get Kenni to talk to someone after watching him jump off the cliff.

"You're on indefinite leave until this is figured out and you stop doing this shit." Jumping off a cliff, diving into gun fire, hand to hand combat with a fully shifted and berserk bear shifter, throwing himself in front of a truck. She was done with it, she was going to let him kill himself, not anymore.

His eyes narrowed, "You can't do that-"

"I just did!" She raised her voice as she leaned closer. "I just fucking did." he moved closer. "You think that youa re the only one who thinks this organization is your clan? You think you are the only one who gets to protect your clan mates?" She hissed the words at him. "This is my clan too and if you think I'm going to sit back while one of my clan mates is throwing himself into danger with the intent to get killed, you are fucking mistaken!" She jabbed her finger into her chest as she set her jaw.

"You can't take this away from me, Nalah." Flint ground it out and she gave him a flat look.

"I just did. You need to get this figured out, Flint, because I won't have you dead out there. I refuse to bring you back in a fucking body bag and that is where you are heading." She couldn't do it, she couldn't lose him, he was the only other werewolf in Star Order, he was one of her makeshift clan. She couldn't lose him, not like that, not when she could prevent it.

"How the hell am I supposed to figure that out when I don't know what the fuck it is, Nalah? This job is my fucking life." There was an edge of pleading anger to his voice that Nalah hated to hear but it was final.

"Mick already approved it. You're on leave." She stood up straighter with a somber look. She hated pulling away his crutch but he needed to get it together before he killed himself and left everyone a fucking wreck. This work was dangerous, it was, they always knew there was a chance someone wouldn't come back but that didn't mean they could just act recklessly.

"I can't fix it, Nalah! I don't know what the fuck it is, I'm just fine!" Flint gritted his teeth loud enough she could hear and before she retorted, Beck walked in.

"Actually, I know exactly what your problem is." The doctor came in, still looking at his file. "When was the last time you went to a Heat?" The elf looked at him and Nalah flushed slightly and hastily left the room. That was not a discussion she should be privy too.

After all, a Heat was the yearly gathering for werewolves to... well... work off some steam and she loved Flint but she didn't need to hear the details of his Heat sex life.