close. She saw that
it was Hades.
“Oh, hello. I thought you might have been
Ravine or whatever the hell you call him these days,” Gale said, as she groaned
slightly at the strain of speaking while pulling herself upright.
“How are you feeling?” Hades-Perdition
asked.
“I feel better. I feel almost normal.
Except for being a prisoner here and having my identity stolen. How long will
you keep me locked up in here?” She inquired.
“Do you think you’d be steady on your
feet?” Hades-Perdition asked.
“I think so. Why? Are you going to let me out in
the yard to run some laps?” She jabbed sarcastically while stretching.
“I’ll level with you. You aren’t exactly free, but I could use you in the field. If you’re going to be part of this outfit, you might as well find out what we do,” Hades-Perdition suggested as he place a duffel bag in front of her at the foot of the bed. He loosened the drawstring an pulled out a scoped, automatic rifle—matte black in color.
“I assume you know how to use guns,” Hades-Perdition
probed.
“I used a side arm as a community peace
officer,” Gale-Whirlwind answered.
“Good enough. That coupled with the fact
that your neural implant has uploaded weapon knowledge to your brain will make
you sufficient enough for this operation,” Hades concluded.
“I’m in. I could definitely use the change
of scenery,” she said.
“Alright. I’ll leave you to get ready.
Don’t forget this weapon and ammunition.” He gestured to the rifle.
Hades-Perdition snatched up his pack and left the room.
Gale stared at the weapon. She studied its
contours and texture. Gale felt the pent up anger and confusion coursing
through her. She considered the last forty-eight hours and how it had changed
her life, and the options she had in front of her. Gale decided that this
mission would be cathartic because she suddenly felt the urge to shoot
something.
⍟ ⍟ ⍟
Ravine was slumped over the bar, half passed out. It was just before noon and he was drunk like it was late at night. His head shot up from the bar and he rubbed his face, pushed his hand back through his hair, then checked the empty glass for residual liquid. None was to be had. He turned his stool to look around the cantina. Ravine got off his stool and swayed while he walked and exited the bulkhead into the adjoining metal corridor. He nearly collided into Hades-Perdition. Hades-Perdition sidestepped and Ravine fell to one knee. He looked up at Hades-Perdition and noticed he was accompanied by Gale-Whirlwind. He supported himself against the riveted metal wall and pulled himself to his feet.
“Sor—Sorry ‘bout that...Are you going on a mission?” He asked, breath wreaking of bourbon and beer.
“Yes. We’ll catch you later,”
Hades-Perdition said dismissively.
Ravine stood in the middle of the
corridor, blocking their route forward. “I could help, guys. Just lemme get my
gear. I’ll kill a motherfucker,” Ravine blurted clumsily, making a gun gesture
with his pointer finger.
“You’re drunk Ravine. Get some rest. You should sit this one out,” Hades-Perdition suggested, putting a hand on Ravine’s shoulder.
“Nah, man. I can handle it. Come on Gale—let’s do this. We can be partners again!” Ravine, shouted excitedly, stumbling toward her.
“No! I told you to stay the fuck away from
me,” Gale yelled defiantly.
Hades-Perdition grabbed Ravine from behind
and put him in a chokehold, “I said, take a load off. You ain’t coming with us
this time. And let the lady be. Do we understand each other?”
“Get—get your fucking hands off me! Faggot!” Ravine yelled, with a face flushed red. Hades-Perdition released his arm from
around Ravine’s neck without warning and let him fall to the floor.
“You ain’t
coming. Sober up, and if you call me that again—” He didn’t need to
finish his threat, Ravine knew what Hades-Perdition was capable of.
Ravine picked himself up off
it was Hades.
“Oh, hello. I thought you might have been
Ravine or whatever the hell you call him these days,” Gale said, as she groaned
slightly at the strain of speaking while pulling herself upright.
“How are you feeling?” Hades-Perdition
asked.
“I feel better. I feel almost normal.
Except for being a prisoner here and having my identity stolen. How long will
you keep me locked up in here?” She inquired.
“Do you think you’d be steady on your
feet?” Hades-Perdition asked.
“I think so. Why? Are you going to let me out in
the yard to run some laps?” She jabbed sarcastically while stretching.
“I’ll level with you. You aren’t exactly free, but I could use you in the field. If you’re going to be part of this outfit, you might as well find out what we do,” Hades-Perdition suggested as he place a duffel bag in front of her at the foot of the bed. He loosened the drawstring an pulled out a scoped, automatic rifle—matte black in color.
“I assume you know how to use guns,” Hades-Perdition
probed.
“I used a side arm as a community peace
officer,” Gale-Whirlwind answered.
“Good enough. That coupled with the fact
that your neural implant has uploaded weapon knowledge to your brain will make
you sufficient enough for this operation,” Hades concluded.
“I’m in. I could definitely use the change
of scenery,” she said.
“Alright. I’ll leave you to get ready.
Don’t forget this weapon and ammunition.” He gestured to the rifle.
Hades-Perdition snatched up his pack and left the room.
Gale stared at the weapon. She studied its
contours and texture. Gale felt the pent up anger and confusion coursing
through her. She considered the last forty-eight hours and how it had changed
her life, and the options she had in front of her. Gale decided that this
mission would be cathartic because she suddenly felt the urge to shoot
something.
⍟ ⍟ ⍟
Ravine was slumped over the bar, half passed out. It was just before noon and he was drunk like it was late at night. His head shot up from the bar and he rubbed his face, pushed his hand back through his hair, then checked the empty glass for residual liquid. None was to be had. He turned his stool to look around the cantina. Ravine got off his stool and swayed while he walked and exited the bulkhead into the adjoining metal corridor. He nearly collided into Hades-Perdition. Hades-Perdition sidestepped and Ravine fell to one knee. He looked up at Hades-Perdition and noticed he was accompanied by Gale-Whirlwind. He supported himself against the riveted metal wall and pulled himself to his feet.
“Sor—Sorry ‘bout that...Are you going on a mission?” He asked, breath wreaking of bourbon and beer.
“Yes. We’ll catch you later,”
Hades-Perdition said dismissively.
Ravine stood in the middle of the
corridor, blocking their route forward. “I could help, guys. Just lemme get my
gear. I’ll kill a motherfucker,” Ravine blurted clumsily, making a gun gesture
with his pointer finger.
“You’re drunk Ravine. Get some rest. You should sit this one out,” Hades-Perdition suggested, putting a hand on Ravine’s shoulder.
“Nah, man. I can handle it. Come on Gale—let’s do this. We can be partners again!” Ravine, shouted excitedly, stumbling toward her.
“No! I told you to stay the fuck away from
me,” Gale yelled defiantly.
Hades-Perdition grabbed Ravine from behind
and put him in a chokehold, “I said, take a load off. You ain’t coming with us
this time. And let the lady be. Do we understand each other?”
“Get—get your fucking hands off me! Faggot!” Ravine yelled, with a face flushed red. Hades-Perdition released his arm from
around Ravine’s neck without warning and let him fall to the floor.
“You ain’t
coming. Sober up, and if you call me that again—” He didn’t need to
finish his threat, Ravine knew what Hades-Perdition was capable of.
Ravine picked himself up off
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