03-30-2023, 02:06 AM
Once it became clear that the buzzing powers were just a quality-control check, Ryker lowered the gun from dead on ready to shoot Marcus in the head to a low ready position. It was more natural, sliding the stock down from the pocket of the shoulder about two inches and easier to move. He could turn his head over the stock and look around should the shadow fog decide to pop out again. Otherwise, he kept both hands on the weapon, balancing the weight like it was the most natural thing in the world.
The Consul didn’t so much as break a sweat under the attention of the carbine. Given the fact that it was Ryker doing the aiming, it said something about that ugly face hiding a steel resolve. Guess the guy found his balls. And a few extra pair of big steamy rhino balls back in the boiler room. Good for him.
The power swarmed out of the Consul, but Ryker was a bland witness to the probing of the dead guy. Lucky bastard (Marcus, not the dead guy). He mentally checked the thing holding itself around his head. But he could barely perceive it now. Let alone do anything to unravel it. There was power beyond it, he knew it was, but it was far.
He grumbled at the offer, but only because it seemed he had no other option but follow Marcus, but at least they were going to walk toward sunlight. He could go through with the bullshit song and dance of hunting shadows along the way. "У нас сделка," he said in Russian* then gestured that Marcus lead the way. Rifle wasn't going to do a lick of good against the shadow. But there were a few choice inmates (and guards) he hoped to find along the way. May even make the whole bullshit worth it.
After about a minute of walking, Ryker stopped them. The rifle was lowered to retention position so he could touch Marcus on the arm and halt him. He regretted the touch immediately afterward and wiped his hand on his thigh. Besides that, he was looking him in the eye (and in Ryker’s case, literally looking at him with one eye since the other was white) and say it plain:
“I know you know how to do it. Just tell me how to break it. I don’t even know what to do.”
*You have a deal
The Consul didn’t so much as break a sweat under the attention of the carbine. Given the fact that it was Ryker doing the aiming, it said something about that ugly face hiding a steel resolve. Guess the guy found his balls. And a few extra pair of big steamy rhino balls back in the boiler room. Good for him.
The power swarmed out of the Consul, but Ryker was a bland witness to the probing of the dead guy. Lucky bastard (Marcus, not the dead guy). He mentally checked the thing holding itself around his head. But he could barely perceive it now. Let alone do anything to unravel it. There was power beyond it, he knew it was, but it was far.
He grumbled at the offer, but only because it seemed he had no other option but follow Marcus, but at least they were going to walk toward sunlight. He could go through with the bullshit song and dance of hunting shadows along the way. "У нас сделка," he said in Russian* then gestured that Marcus lead the way. Rifle wasn't going to do a lick of good against the shadow. But there were a few choice inmates (and guards) he hoped to find along the way. May even make the whole bullshit worth it.
After about a minute of walking, Ryker stopped them. The rifle was lowered to retention position so he could touch Marcus on the arm and halt him. He regretted the touch immediately afterward and wiped his hand on his thigh. Besides that, he was looking him in the eye (and in Ryker’s case, literally looking at him with one eye since the other was white) and say it plain:
“I know you know how to do it. Just tell me how to break it. I don’t even know what to do.”
*You have a deal