Post by Juggers on Oct 21, 2006 18:12:27 GMT -5
The Juggernaut woke up just in time to hear the roar of the aircraft engines as it thundered down the runway and away from Genosha. He blinked in the morning light, ran a hand over his scalp and swore loudly. Then he got up.
He devoured the cold devastation of the microwave pizza he had liberated last night and then pondered what to do next. Pyro was gone. Python was gone. Mystique and Aurora were gone. All off to have their fun and games in America.
"Well ... fuck it!"
He pulled a battered shoe-box out from under what passed for a bed and examined the contents. A pile of cash, a penknife, a box of matches and a battered old photograph.
Cain scooped out a wad of cash and stuffed it in one pocket, then he stuffed the photograph in the other pocket. Finally, after a moments thought he put the box of matches in with the cash.
You just never knew when matches might come in handy.
He left his helmet and the leather harness on the bed. They wouldn't go anywhere.
Probably.
That taken care of he stomped on up to the security room and hammered on the door until Gill opened up. Gill didn't let Cain use the satellite phone because he was intimidated by the big man, indeed the two had always had a very relaxed working relationship, he let him use it because he simply didn't believe the Juggernaut was capable of any sort of deception.
One short call later and the ferry that occasionally brought new mutants to the island was on its way. The trip from Madagascar wasn't a particularly long one but by the time Cain had stomped his way back down through the base he was already impatient.
"Hurry the fuck up," he muttered, "I ain't got all day."
He devoured the cold devastation of the microwave pizza he had liberated last night and then pondered what to do next. Pyro was gone. Python was gone. Mystique and Aurora were gone. All off to have their fun and games in America.
"Well ... fuck it!"
He pulled a battered shoe-box out from under what passed for a bed and examined the contents. A pile of cash, a penknife, a box of matches and a battered old photograph.
Cain scooped out a wad of cash and stuffed it in one pocket, then he stuffed the photograph in the other pocket. Finally, after a moments thought he put the box of matches in with the cash.
You just never knew when matches might come in handy.
He left his helmet and the leather harness on the bed. They wouldn't go anywhere.
Probably.
That taken care of he stomped on up to the security room and hammered on the door until Gill opened up. Gill didn't let Cain use the satellite phone because he was intimidated by the big man, indeed the two had always had a very relaxed working relationship, he let him use it because he simply didn't believe the Juggernaut was capable of any sort of deception.
One short call later and the ferry that occasionally brought new mutants to the island was on its way. The trip from Madagascar wasn't a particularly long one but by the time Cain had stomped his way back down through the base he was already impatient.
"Hurry the fuck up," he muttered, "I ain't got all day."
