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WIP Wednesday ("Peak Ninja Bullshit")
Feb. 3rd, 2019 12:08 pmNot even the GI Goodnight scrap I was actually working on, but it popped up and I wanted to jot it down. XD (Also, it's not Wednesday.)
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“Do you know what this is?”
Storm Shadow evaded the COBRA agent coming at him. The man’s eyes were glowing with unearthly fire, but he held his M16 as if it were a club. Storm used the momentum of his step to get behind his guard. A thrust of his sword, and the fire went out. The corpse hit the ground.
“What, Goody?”
Goodnight snapped a glare Storm Shadow’s way; it did nothing to dim the bastard grin on Storm’s face.
“This is peak ninja bullshit!” Goodnight threw his machete at the nearest possessed agent and snatched up the abandoned M16. Gunfire cut down the last of their foes, and then they were bolting down the tunnel with Storm in the lead.
“This is it, Storm, I swear to fuck!”
“Jump.” Storm went over the pit trap without missing a step, then turned to haul Goodnight back from the edge as he landed.
“We are retiring after this,” Goodnight informed him, even as they sprinted forward again. “You’ll learn to fucking relax, sleep in on Sundays, all that good shit.”
No real chance of that, not with Storm still working off a lifetime of misdeeds for the privilege of not being handed over to international courts. But Storm was more than willing to let Goodnight keep spinning stories so long as it helped him keep his focus under pressure.
“I’m not living in your trailer, Robicheaux.”
“It’s bigger than our quarters. You’ll learn to love it. Fuck!”
They halted at a branching corridor. Three identical doorways. The floor of the first seemed to slope upward, but footprints over the dusty stone lead toward the middle door.
Goodnight frowned. “We head up and out into the open, maybe the comms start working again. We could meet up with Outlaw and the others.”
“If they’re still alive,” Storm pointed out. “And if that way even leads out. We know Sei Ten and his guards went this way.”
“You suggest we split up and I will shoot you where you stand.”
“We only have so much time, Goody.” Storm’s attention was fixed on the second door. “I trust you to watch my back. But if they wake that thing and you bring in the cavalry…”
“Better odds.” Goodnight swore again. He offered the rifle, but Storm shook his head.
“You keep it.” He smirked. “I’ll be fine. Sei Ten didn’t count on 500-years-dead Arashikage being shit with assault weapons.”
And then they were running again, but in opposite directions.
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“Do you know what this is?”
Storm Shadow evaded the COBRA agent coming at him. The man’s eyes were glowing with unearthly fire, but he held his M16 as if it were a club. Storm used the momentum of his step to get behind his guard. A thrust of his sword, and the fire went out. The corpse hit the ground.
“What, Goody?”
Goodnight snapped a glare Storm Shadow’s way; it did nothing to dim the bastard grin on Storm’s face.
“This is peak ninja bullshit!” Goodnight threw his machete at the nearest possessed agent and snatched up the abandoned M16. Gunfire cut down the last of their foes, and then they were bolting down the tunnel with Storm in the lead.
“This is it, Storm, I swear to fuck!”
“Jump.” Storm went over the pit trap without missing a step, then turned to haul Goodnight back from the edge as he landed.
“We are retiring after this,” Goodnight informed him, even as they sprinted forward again. “You’ll learn to fucking relax, sleep in on Sundays, all that good shit.”
No real chance of that, not with Storm still working off a lifetime of misdeeds for the privilege of not being handed over to international courts. But Storm was more than willing to let Goodnight keep spinning stories so long as it helped him keep his focus under pressure.
“I’m not living in your trailer, Robicheaux.”
“It’s bigger than our quarters. You’ll learn to love it. Fuck!”
They halted at a branching corridor. Three identical doorways. The floor of the first seemed to slope upward, but footprints over the dusty stone lead toward the middle door.
Goodnight frowned. “We head up and out into the open, maybe the comms start working again. We could meet up with Outlaw and the others.”
“If they’re still alive,” Storm pointed out. “And if that way even leads out. We know Sei Ten and his guards went this way.”
“You suggest we split up and I will shoot you where you stand.”
“We only have so much time, Goody.” Storm’s attention was fixed on the second door. “I trust you to watch my back. But if they wake that thing and you bring in the cavalry…”
“Better odds.” Goodnight swore again. He offered the rifle, but Storm shook his head.
“You keep it.” He smirked. “I’ll be fine. Sei Ten didn’t count on 500-years-dead Arashikage being shit with assault weapons.”
And then they were running again, but in opposite directions.
