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Roman“Uh… hi.” Our uninvited guest muttered. Fantastic. Just what my day needed, another brain dead idiot. At least Sentinel does what he's told, zipping behind Hellfire, then just looming like a big, angry, statue, exuding the kind of threat that only a suspicious God can.
I'm cocking my gun, already wondering who best to order to dispose of the body when the soon-to-be-deceased-intruder finds his tongue. Unfortunately most of what he says is information I already know, and the stuff I don't know he has no way of proving, not without having Luke here to confirm it. Therein lies our 'guests' problem, so it looks like I'm still gonna have to shoot him. He just isn't giving me enough to trust him. (Even if he does show enough good taste to start checking me out half way through his story.)
"He's telling the truth. And he's piss-himself scared." Grunted Sentinel. I'm about to ask how the hell knows, until I remember he's got super-senses. He probably functions like human lie detector 24-7, a thought as horrifying as it is kinda awesome. He must have a God damn field day with the amount of porkers I tell the team. Regardless, it's enough to stay my hand.
For now.
“Don't get too mad at the big guy. He just saved you're life!” I call to the newcomer. I holster my pistol, but nod slightly at Sentinel. It isn't much, but I reckon he'll get my meaning. Stay on guard.
Cell speaks up then, her usual brand of home spun colloquialisms that encourage teamwork, and sharing, and the magic of friendship. Dammit, but I must be spending to much time with her, because it's starting to sound like wisdom. I try and summon the bile to be the suspicious bitch I know I am at heart, but it just ain't happening. Maybe I just want to trust someone for a change? I flash Cell a tight smile, something that says 'alright, I'll try it your way'.
“Ok, team, you heard it here first. Sandstorm is missing, and that's a turn of events I can't abide. I dunno if he got ate by zombies, captured by Luther, or just plain fucked off, but I aim to find out.” Not that I have too big a soft spot for Sandy. Not really. Our night together didn't even get all that romantic, not after his 'sexual revelations', but I feel a responsibility to him none the less. That, and I was the last person to see him. That surely means I have some obligation to find him. On top of that this is just what I was looking for. A mission to keep 'B' team busy while 'A' team does their Hell-run. It might only be a simple search and potential rescue mission, but with this team it's apt to get loud. Loud enough to attract Luther's attention.
“Last place Sandy was seen was the Titan's tower. We'll wait for the heat to die down some, then go investigate the scene. Even if they post an army of guards their waiting for us to return, I'm sure we can get in quick and quiet, like wee little church mice.” I subject Sentinel to another pointed look. Quick, he's good at. Quiet not so much. “There, we'll pick up a trail. Maybe even find Microbat while we're at it.”
“Hellfire will come with us. But make no mistake chuckles, you ain't a Titan, and I ain't sure I trust you. Any funny stuff and I'll riddle you so full of holes that you're parents could bury you in a match box. Savvy?” I don't wait for a response. It wasn't really a question.
“While we're at that Evan will be in Tartarus, fixing everything. And, seeing as there's nothing else to talk about, I think it's time you kids went to hell.”
I'm cocking my gun, already wondering who best to order to dispose of the body when the soon-to-be-deceased-intruder finds his tongue. Unfortunately most of what he says is information I already know, and the stuff I don't know he has no way of proving, not without having Luke here to confirm it. Therein lies our 'guests' problem, so it looks like I'm still gonna have to shoot him. He just isn't giving me enough to trust him. (Even if he does show enough good taste to start checking me out half way through his story.)
"He's telling the truth. And he's piss-himself scared." Grunted Sentinel. I'm about to ask how the hell knows, until I remember he's got super-senses. He probably functions like human lie detector 24-7, a thought as horrifying as it is kinda awesome. He must have a God damn field day with the amount of porkers I tell the team. Regardless, it's enough to stay my hand.
For now.
“Don't get too mad at the big guy. He just saved you're life!” I call to the newcomer. I holster my pistol, but nod slightly at Sentinel. It isn't much, but I reckon he'll get my meaning. Stay on guard.
Cell speaks up then, her usual brand of home spun colloquialisms that encourage teamwork, and sharing, and the magic of friendship. Dammit, but I must be spending to much time with her, because it's starting to sound like wisdom. I try and summon the bile to be the suspicious bitch I know I am at heart, but it just ain't happening. Maybe I just want to trust someone for a change? I flash Cell a tight smile, something that says 'alright, I'll try it your way'.
“Ok, team, you heard it here first. Sandstorm is missing, and that's a turn of events I can't abide. I dunno if he got ate by zombies, captured by Luther, or just plain fucked off, but I aim to find out.” Not that I have too big a soft spot for Sandy. Not really. Our night together didn't even get all that romantic, not after his 'sexual revelations', but I feel a responsibility to him none the less. That, and I was the last person to see him. That surely means I have some obligation to find him. On top of that this is just what I was looking for. A mission to keep 'B' team busy while 'A' team does their Hell-run. It might only be a simple search and potential rescue mission, but with this team it's apt to get loud. Loud enough to attract Luther's attention.
“Last place Sandy was seen was the Titan's tower. We'll wait for the heat to die down some, then go investigate the scene. Even if they post an army of guards their waiting for us to return, I'm sure we can get in quick and quiet, like wee little church mice.” I subject Sentinel to another pointed look. Quick, he's good at. Quiet not so much. “There, we'll pick up a trail. Maybe even find Microbat while we're at it.”
“Hellfire will come with us. But make no mistake chuckles, you ain't a Titan, and I ain't sure I trust you. Any funny stuff and I'll riddle you so full of holes that you're parents could bury you in a match box. Savvy?” I don't wait for a response. It wasn't really a question.
“While we're at that Evan will be in Tartarus, fixing everything. And, seeing as there's nothing else to talk about, I think it's time you kids went to hell.”