Juggers
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Jun 2, 2006 17:40:10 GMT -5
Post by Juggers on Jun 2, 2006 17:40:10 GMT -5
The Juggernaut emerged from the room and stomped off down the corridor. One nil wasn't great. It was still a vicory though and that left Cain with a general sense of well-being. It was time, he decided, to celebrate with some timely larceny.
He had paid little attention to the pyrotechnics outside except when one of the flaming barrels bounced off the exterior wall with a resounding clang. He'd yelled about keeping the noise down and gone back to watching the match.
The base was eerily quiet now the explosions had ceased and Cain filled the void with a badly out of tune whistle.
"Show me the way to Amarillo ... " he murmured quietly, filling the tune in with some of the words he did know.
As it turned out he didn't need to be shown the way to anywhere. The stink of burned metal, oil and tar lead him eventually to the exterior grounds. Half a dozen oil drums lay about the place, many still gently smouldering.
"Havin' fun?"
The slightly black look on Pyro's face said that the explosive outburst had only been slightly fun, if not mildly annoying.
"What did you 'av in mind then?"
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Jun 2, 2006 17:55:30 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on Jun 2, 2006 17:55:30 GMT -5
"Havin' fun?"
A pause. The look clearly said it all.
"What did you 'av in mind then?"
"Like I said. A bank job. Planned out properly. Executed properly. Carried out flawlessly - and here's the fun bit, big fella. Just you and me. I don't see the need to bother any of the others with this little matter just now."
Pyro grinned an almost disarming grin.
"Let's head in and actually draw up a plan."
The unlikely duo headed back inside and down to the office. John swept the newspapers off the desk with one arm, apart from one insert which he put to one side. Pushing a button on the desk flipped the top over to reveal a carefully detailed electronic map of Genosha and its immediate vicinity.
"Right. Let's think about this logically. It took us quite some time to get back here from Alcatraz, what, three, maybe four weeks?" A nod, and John continued. "The nearest land mass is..." He stabbed a finger. "Madagascar. And unless the lemurs have acquired opposable thumbs and started writing cheques out for one another, I don't think we're gonna do very well there."
He pressed another button and the map zoomed out slightly.
"Facts time."
When John actually set his mind to it, he could present a surprisingly logical, ordered mindset. This was one of those times. Clearly the act of blowing stuff up mindlessly had emptied the layers of teen-angst out of his head.
"Fact. We're low on stocks and supplies and we need to recruit. Fact. We aren't going to get anywhere near the kind of cash or make anywhere near the kind of impact I want the Brotherhood to make on the African continent. Fact. We need to go somewhere where we can achieve both of these things. We can sort out shipments back here, sort out better transport, recruit - you know. The things a resistance movement SHOULD be doing."
Zoom out, zoom out, zoom out.
"We can either go back to the States, which probably isn't the greatest of ideas right this minute - or we could..."
He jabbed a finger.
"Fancy going home, Cain?"
[ Exit Juggs and Pyro to thread: Machinations ]
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