Post by Bobby Drake on Oct 4, 2007 16:47:11 GMT
(( OOC: This is probably a one-shot, though anybody who wants to join it is welcome... just trying to wrap my brain around future!bob ))
(( Northeast Mutant Containment Camp – Office, Director of Security – about two hours before Warren’s alarm went off.))
Colonel Drake mutters a stream of invective under his breath as he reviews this week’s report on newly incarcerated mutants. When he started this arrangement it would have been inventive invective, but it has become almost rote by now, and he’s not happy about it.
He’s gotten used to seeing familiar names on the list… people who used to be friends and teammates before they jumped ship. During his first year or so on the job he hadn’t thought he’d ever get used to that, but he has. Most of them he doesn’t even regret, not really… Keller had always deserved to be locked up, for instance, and
sure, maybe Jubilee didn’t deserve the treatment she’d gotten from her guards last week, but then again that family in Stanford didn’t deserve to have their house torched by mutant pyrotechnics, either, and Drake had managed to get those guards reassigned.
God, he sighs internally, not for the first time, how did it come to this? I’m reduced to feeling proud of reassigning these bastards so they don’t abuse anyone I happen to know personally. This isn’t what I signed up for.
Except, really, what was the alternative? Quit the team and go blow things up in protest?
That just made everything worse, as the White Queen seemed determined to prove every third day. And we thought Magneto was bad, back in the day. He had nothing o her. Of course, it helped that SHIELD shielded all its facilities from telepathic intrusion, but – Stop it, Drake. You’re woolgathering.
The truth is, he just doesn’t want to think about the name and the face looking up at him from his display.. “Samuel Guthrie, aka Cannonball. Physical and energetic invulnerability, flight. Known Brotherhood sympathizer, suspect in 23 reported Brotherhood terrorist incidents. Detailed analysis: presently unavailable, anticipated within 17 hours.”
The phrase “detailed analysis” used to make him wince, he remembers. He knows exactly what it means… somewhere in this building, Sam is being poked and prodded and, well, tortured.
Sam.
Sam, who’d worked harder than anybody to get his power under control, so he wouldn’t hurt anybody. Sam, who’d as far as Drake knows has never injured a civilian. They have Sam, now. Correction: we have Sam. And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it until his “analysis” is over.
Well… all right. If all he can do is arrange for one of Worthington’s rescue missions to get Sam out of here… if that’s what he’s been reduced to, then he can at least get started doing that much. “Hold my calls”, he tells his desk secretary. . “I’m going to inspect the grounds.”
One of these days, Drake figures, his superiors are going to find out about the little signals he leaves for Zip, and he’ll get to experience “the grounds” from the inside, if they don’t simply execute him for treason first. He suspects he’ll be relieved when it finally happens.
But for now he sets the signal while on his “inspection tour,” turns off his psionic protection, and waits to be contacted.
(( Northeast Mutant Containment Camp – Office, Director of Security – about two hours before Warren’s alarm went off.))
Colonel Drake mutters a stream of invective under his breath as he reviews this week’s report on newly incarcerated mutants. When he started this arrangement it would have been inventive invective, but it has become almost rote by now, and he’s not happy about it.
He’s gotten used to seeing familiar names on the list… people who used to be friends and teammates before they jumped ship. During his first year or so on the job he hadn’t thought he’d ever get used to that, but he has. Most of them he doesn’t even regret, not really… Keller had always deserved to be locked up, for instance, and
sure, maybe Jubilee didn’t deserve the treatment she’d gotten from her guards last week, but then again that family in Stanford didn’t deserve to have their house torched by mutant pyrotechnics, either, and Drake had managed to get those guards reassigned.
God, he sighs internally, not for the first time, how did it come to this? I’m reduced to feeling proud of reassigning these bastards so they don’t abuse anyone I happen to know personally. This isn’t what I signed up for.
Except, really, what was the alternative? Quit the team and go blow things up in protest?
That just made everything worse, as the White Queen seemed determined to prove every third day. And we thought Magneto was bad, back in the day. He had nothing o her. Of course, it helped that SHIELD shielded all its facilities from telepathic intrusion, but – Stop it, Drake. You’re woolgathering.
The truth is, he just doesn’t want to think about the name and the face looking up at him from his display.. “Samuel Guthrie, aka Cannonball. Physical and energetic invulnerability, flight. Known Brotherhood sympathizer, suspect in 23 reported Brotherhood terrorist incidents. Detailed analysis: presently unavailable, anticipated within 17 hours.”
The phrase “detailed analysis” used to make him wince, he remembers. He knows exactly what it means… somewhere in this building, Sam is being poked and prodded and, well, tortured.
Sam.
Sam, who’d worked harder than anybody to get his power under control, so he wouldn’t hurt anybody. Sam, who’d as far as Drake knows has never injured a civilian. They have Sam, now. Correction: we have Sam. And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it until his “analysis” is over.
Well… all right. If all he can do is arrange for one of Worthington’s rescue missions to get Sam out of here… if that’s what he’s been reduced to, then he can at least get started doing that much. “Hold my calls”, he tells his desk secretary. . “I’m going to inspect the grounds.”
One of these days, Drake figures, his superiors are going to find out about the little signals he leaves for Zip, and he’ll get to experience “the grounds” from the inside, if they don’t simply execute him for treason first. He suspects he’ll be relieved when it finally happens.
But for now he sets the signal while on his “inspection tour,” turns off his psionic protection, and waits to be contacted.
