08-02-2014, 04:27 PM
He did his best to keep pace with Jared, but damn the guy was walking so freaking slow!
He wasn't sure what kind of drills they could do inside the embassy compound. There was barely room for the wounded to stretch out. Were they going to do hand to hand stuff on the roof? Actually, that wasn't a bad idea.
But Jared said it wasn't difficult. So Jay was definitely game.
They came to door that Jay thought led only to a closet, but turns out opened upon a flight of stairs. They pulled a cord that turned on a light half-way down, but the basement was drowning in ick-factor.
"Let's do this."
Jay shrugged and followed Jared.
The basement looked more like a storage room for old files and outdated equipment. Jay could see why the Legion had decided not to put the square footage to good use. Apparently the only thing it was good for was drill practice. Jay leaned against a metal file cabinet and peeked inside the cardboard box sitting half-closed on top of it. As soon as he touched the flaps, a brown beetle crawled out. Jay cringed and stepped away.
Once they were well and isolated and totally out of range of anyone should shit hit the fan, Jared finally began to explain.
Jay shook off the bug thing and slowly turned toward Jared.
He must have misheard.
"Uhh."
He rubbed one earlobe with his thumb and finger. Jared was looking at him. Neither man moved. The sound of footsteps overhead was the only thing in earshot.
But despite his best instincts, Jay gave in. He leaned his cane against the stone wall, crossed his arms, and held himself up on his good leg. "Alright. Let's go then. What do I do? Besides stand here and look pretty? Because I can do that all day."
He grinned.
He wasn't sure what kind of drills they could do inside the embassy compound. There was barely room for the wounded to stretch out. Were they going to do hand to hand stuff on the roof? Actually, that wasn't a bad idea.
But Jared said it wasn't difficult. So Jay was definitely game.
They came to door that Jay thought led only to a closet, but turns out opened upon a flight of stairs. They pulled a cord that turned on a light half-way down, but the basement was drowning in ick-factor.
"Let's do this."
Jay shrugged and followed Jared.
The basement looked more like a storage room for old files and outdated equipment. Jay could see why the Legion had decided not to put the square footage to good use. Apparently the only thing it was good for was drill practice. Jay leaned against a metal file cabinet and peeked inside the cardboard box sitting half-closed on top of it. As soon as he touched the flaps, a brown beetle crawled out. Jay cringed and stepped away.
Once they were well and isolated and totally out of range of anyone should shit hit the fan, Jared finally began to explain.
Jay shook off the bug thing and slowly turned toward Jared.
He must have misheard.
"Uhh."
He rubbed one earlobe with his thumb and finger. Jared was looking at him. Neither man moved. The sound of footsteps overhead was the only thing in earshot.
But despite his best instincts, Jay gave in. He leaned his cane against the stone wall, crossed his arms, and held himself up on his good leg. "Alright. Let's go then. What do I do? Besides stand here and look pretty? Because I can do that all day."
He grinned.
Only darkness shows you the light.