Post by Juggers on Aug 8, 2006 15:55:23 GMT -5
After the disagreement with Pyro Cain had stomped his way irritably through the base and out into the compound, leaving some severely damaged doors in his wake. Outside, the evening air was cool and the breeze sweeping in off the ocean was crisp and clean and helped to cool the heat of his anger.
He trudged down to the rocky beach and parked himself on a boulder. The stars had already started to fill the sky with their silvery luminescence. Out here in the middle of the Indian ocean there was nothing to eclipse their cold light up in the blue-black curtain of night.
The surge and swell of the waves upon the shore was a constant rush and hiss as the shingle on the beach endlessly tumbled over itself again and again. The sound was matched by the rustling of the wind through the tropical trees that bordered the base and the night-time song of some brightly plumaged bird of paradise.
"Ah bollocks," Cain muttered quietly to himself and pulled a stone which he proceeded to fling forcefully out to sea. The projectile skipped twice across the foaming breakers and then vanished from sight.
"Stupid fuckin' kid," he scowled and flung another pebble. It skipped happily away into the night.
The Juggernaut had had to deal with some fairly grim situations before; the possibility of eternal solitary confinement, the possibility of being atomised by a mad woman and the very real occurrence of having his head set on fire.
Being spurned by the leader of the Brotherhood however had struck a chord.
Cain had stuck by Pyro from the beginning. Hell, he'd saved his life! If it hadn't been for him the kid would be nothing but dust on the wind. He'd carried his bleeding body up a fucking fire escape to get patched up.
Stupid fucking kid!
The next stone didn't touch the water, it simply sailed out over the ocean and vanished from sight.
They'd had a good thing going, him and Python and Pyro. Even Jane seemed wired to their way of thinking.
Then what?
Some cured bitch shows up with her blonde, super-model fucking secretary and it all turns to shit.
Cain stood, picked up a larger rock and launched it out across the waves. Some time later there was a very distant splash.
"STUPID FUCKIN' KID!" He bellowed at the night and stamped off out of the compound and into the surrounding jungle.
Some hours later and considerably cooler, Cain wandered back. He'd had long enough to stew, it was time to go and confront John with a few truths that he thought he really needed to hear.
He'd almost made it back to the base when a pair of figures emerged from the building, nothing but slim shadows, and proceeded briskly down to the quay that extended from the base. It was dark, and he was still some distance away but squinting through the gloom revealed that the pair were carrying cases. Small ones admittedly, but cases none-the-less.
Cain narrowed his eyes, moved to the edge of the jungle and attempted to get a better view. He was by no means stealthy but hoped the disturbed foliage would be put down to the wind. Not that it mattered, cosmically speaking.
Moonlight flashed briefly on a tumble of blonde hair.
Seconds later a boat engine roared into life and the narrow profile of the base's power-boat leaped away across the night-dark water.
Something had happened.
He trudged down to the rocky beach and parked himself on a boulder. The stars had already started to fill the sky with their silvery luminescence. Out here in the middle of the Indian ocean there was nothing to eclipse their cold light up in the blue-black curtain of night.
The surge and swell of the waves upon the shore was a constant rush and hiss as the shingle on the beach endlessly tumbled over itself again and again. The sound was matched by the rustling of the wind through the tropical trees that bordered the base and the night-time song of some brightly plumaged bird of paradise.
"Ah bollocks," Cain muttered quietly to himself and pulled a stone which he proceeded to fling forcefully out to sea. The projectile skipped twice across the foaming breakers and then vanished from sight.
"Stupid fuckin' kid," he scowled and flung another pebble. It skipped happily away into the night.
The Juggernaut had had to deal with some fairly grim situations before; the possibility of eternal solitary confinement, the possibility of being atomised by a mad woman and the very real occurrence of having his head set on fire.
Being spurned by the leader of the Brotherhood however had struck a chord.
Cain had stuck by Pyro from the beginning. Hell, he'd saved his life! If it hadn't been for him the kid would be nothing but dust on the wind. He'd carried his bleeding body up a fucking fire escape to get patched up.
Stupid fucking kid!
The next stone didn't touch the water, it simply sailed out over the ocean and vanished from sight.
They'd had a good thing going, him and Python and Pyro. Even Jane seemed wired to their way of thinking.
Then what?
Some cured bitch shows up with her blonde, super-model fucking secretary and it all turns to shit.
Cain stood, picked up a larger rock and launched it out across the waves. Some time later there was a very distant splash.
"STUPID FUCKIN' KID!" He bellowed at the night and stamped off out of the compound and into the surrounding jungle.
Some hours later and considerably cooler, Cain wandered back. He'd had long enough to stew, it was time to go and confront John with a few truths that he thought he really needed to hear.
He'd almost made it back to the base when a pair of figures emerged from the building, nothing but slim shadows, and proceeded briskly down to the quay that extended from the base. It was dark, and he was still some distance away but squinting through the gloom revealed that the pair were carrying cases. Small ones admittedly, but cases none-the-less.
Cain narrowed his eyes, moved to the edge of the jungle and attempted to get a better view. He was by no means stealthy but hoped the disturbed foliage would be put down to the wind. Not that it mattered, cosmically speaking.
Moonlight flashed briefly on a tumble of blonde hair.
Seconds later a boat engine roared into life and the narrow profile of the base's power-boat leaped away across the night-dark water.
Something had happened.
