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Post by Vaughn Logan on Dec 14, 2012 19:39:03 GMT -5
Walking down the port with the Lt. Vaughn kept his hands in his pockets. The Lt. had asked to talk about something that had been bugging him, and Vaughn, considering the Lt. as one of his closest friends agreed. They walked side by side to the port and finally the Lt. stopped, looking up at Vaughn and shaking his head.
"What is it?" When there was no reply, Vaughn let out a chuckle and grabbed the Lt. on the shoulder. "Comon just spit it out, what is it?" After another long few seconds that seemed to take an eternity ((haha...see what I did there?)) the Lt. finally spoke out about his father, saying how his father doesn't want him affiliated with the Hunters any longer. The news didn't strike Vaughn as anything super important; or at least not important enough to walk all the way down the port.
"And? What's so bad about that?" The Lt. just continued to look at Vaughn. Vaughn noticed the grim look on his face but didn't think much of it.
Then the Lt. broke the news, saying his father would compromise him and his identity towards the public and even the police. Vaughn heard sirens in the distance, which only added to the effect he was feeling. "Shit" Vaughn said under his breath, not sure what to do.
Looking back up at the Lt., Vaughn could see the beginning of tears forming. "You have to do it" he said. Do it, what the hell did he mean. Kill him? Vaughn shook his head, "Don't put me in that position."
The Lt. only gave him a look and replied, "You have too. YOU'RE the Commander."
Vaughn turned around and took a few steps before stopping and looking at the ground. Taking a few deep sighs, Vaughn drew his pistol and turned back around, aiming the end of the gun at the Lt.'s forehead. The Lt. stared at it, his eyes red. The Lt. glanced upwards for a moment, as if eyeing somebody, and almost instantly Vaughn pulled the trigger. There was thundering boom as Vaughn watched his second-in-command, his best friend fall backwards into the water.
Vaughn only hoped to God nobody was watching.
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Jan 6, 2013 19:48:16 GMT -5
A hundred and fifty yards away, stood on higher ground that overlooked the shipping containers and docks, Hobbs dropped her coffee. It toppled to the floor, splitting the plastic cap from the cardboard cup, and the scalding hot liquid poured all over her right boot.
Hobbs didn’t care. She had seen everything.
It was well known around the Hunters that Hobbs was a night owl. She didn’t sleep well, if at all, and on this night she happened to have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. After having headed out to grab some coffee to see her through the night, Hobbs had recognised the two figures walking along the edge of the water.
She’d not heard the exchange, but she’d stood back away from the two, ready to call out to them once they’d done with their little heart to heart. No point breaking up whatever they were talking about.
She’d watched in silent curiosity, then confusion, then horror, as Logan had drawn his gun, stepped back at arm’s length and shot Stark point blank in the forehead. At that point, the coffee had slid from between her numb fingers, and Hobbs found herself staring on as her heart dropped out of her body.
She... didn’t understand. Why? She’d only just got Stark back after thinking him dead for three months. And now...
The scene replayed in her head. Panic lanced through her, dashing any hopes for his survival that she had clung to so desperately as she recalled the echo of the gunshot and the way his body had slumped back into the depths of the ocean.
“No,” she whispered, as if denying it might change his fate. Fear consumed her - fear of losing him; fear of waking up the next morning unable to see his smile; fear that with time she would forget the sound of his voice, the feel of his touch. They still had so many years. Not him...
Hobbs found herself running along the docks, jumping onto the tops of the shipping containers... her footsteps boomed. She leapt down onto the docks, sprinted past Logan. Her shoulder slammed past his arm a second before she plunged headfirst into the cold black water and swam down. With the water came a chill so deep it frosted her marrow, sapping her strength while all the while Hobbs’ lungs began to burn. Visibility was nil. She continued to struggle down, against the water. Faint spikes of panic hit her now, coming sharp and sudden. She didn’t care about herself, about wrecking the electrics of her leg, and all concerns of her own safety were cast from her mind when she spotted Stark’s deathly pale hand sliding down through the water and into the darkness. Hobbs tried to reach for it, and for a single moment her fingers brushed his, but when she tried to hold on he was gone.
Her lungs were burning with the cold, and her heartbeat throbbed in her ears. She couldn’t return to the surface, not now. She had been so close...
Her strength had all but left her, but she dragged herself on through the water. She floundered as her air ran out, the stuff of life spent. And Stark was already gone... Hobbs choked in a sob under the water, sending the ice into her lungs, and she was convinced now that she was going to die, drowning, alone in the dark.
She had no choice but to turn back.
Hobbs screamed out as her head broke the surface, the air above was like a slap of cold iron. She gulped in breath, refuelling, before plunging back under the water to resume her search. |
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