“Pete Jenkins.” Zoe’s father held out his hand for Derek to shake. “Kari tells me you’re looking for work.”
I don't like him. Idon'tlikehimIdon'tlikehimIdon'tlikehim. This whole situation smells to me...
Derek collected the pieces to add to the stack. It was a large stack. After two days of back-breaking labor, his blisters had blisters and he was beginning to wonder whether their infiltration strategy was actually going to be feasible. The presence of Jenkins confirmed that Kaliba were operating somewhere in the area, but, following Tom’s unfortunate accident, the unmarked van had not been seen again. Attempting to track Jenkins, and risk tipping off their only lead, had been delayed until there were no other options remaining. Although she hadn’t said as much, Sarah was placing the success of their mission firmly in Derek’s hands. Hands that had oozing wounds and absolutely no insight into the location of Kaliba’s research facility.
Not everyone can do it like Hugh Jackman in Australia, I guess. Poor Derek. LOL.
“John,” Sarah confirmed in an undertone. “If…” She sighed and rolled her eyes but persevered with her blatant disregard for their current batting average. “If it all goes to shit, you get him and you get the hell out. I don’t care whose orders you’ve come here to follow. You follow that one to the letter. Understand?”
Sarah's face from that "Lighthouse" immediately came to mind. :'(
On the third screen from the left, something was moving. It dwarfed the figure standing observing it, and slowly began to rise into the air. Derek tore his gaze away as the main thrusters of the HK prototype swiveled before locking into place. He nodded at Jenkins, keeping his expression blank, his voice betraying nothing but gratitude for the opportunity of employment.
Have I mentioned that I don't like Jenkins yet? Him and Winston seemed to be peas from the same "I'll fuck you up and will laugh doing it" pod...
“Well, I was thinking less of a meal and more of hot dogs and candy.”
J/S scene for the lovely win. *sniffles!*
She didn’t need to say anything else. To state that Danny Dyson’s life was forfeit was unnecessary.
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Date: 2010-03-03 04:09 am (UTC)“So try not to fuck up.”
“Pete Jenkins.” Zoe’s father held out his hand for Derek to shake. “Kari tells me you’re looking for work.”
Derek collected the pieces to add to the stack. It was a large stack. After two days of back-breaking labor, his blisters had blisters and he was beginning to wonder whether their infiltration strategy was actually going to be feasible. The presence of Jenkins confirmed that Kaliba were operating somewhere in the area, but, following Tom’s unfortunate accident, the unmarked van had not been seen again. Attempting to track Jenkins, and risk tipping off their only lead, had been delayed until there were no other options remaining. Although she hadn’t said as much, Sarah was placing the success of their mission firmly in Derek’s hands. Hands that had oozing wounds and absolutely no insight into the location of Kaliba’s research facility.
“John,” Sarah confirmed in an undertone. “If…” She sighed and rolled her eyes but persevered with her blatant disregard for their current batting average. “If it all goes to shit, you get him and you get the hell out. I don’t care whose orders you’ve come here to follow. You follow that one to the letter. Understand?”
On the third screen from the left, something was moving. It dwarfed the figure standing observing it, and slowly began to rise into the air. Derek tore his gaze away as the main thrusters of the HK prototype swiveled before locking into place. He nodded at Jenkins, keeping his expression blank, his voice betraying nothing but gratitude for the opportunity of employment.
“Well, I was thinking less of a meal and more of hot dogs and candy.”
She didn’t need to say anything else. To state that Danny Dyson’s life was forfeit was unnecessary.
TBC...