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Post by Jakazul on Sept 8, 2003 9:55:03 GMT -5
"Is it just me, or is this absolutely crazy?" The man asked, surveying what he was supposed to do. He was about 16 or 17, dressed in baggy jeans and a t-shirt that didn't quite cover the skin-tight blue and orange costume that went to his wrists. "It's just you." The other replied, a taller man (not hard since the first was only around 5'8) in a tan, padded overcoat with his wavy blackhair tied in a headband and his black half-gloves stuffed into his jacket pocket. "Yeah, but look, I stopped doin' this kinda thing months ago man." "This is a whole city! You can't let it die cause you're busy. If you were that busy your grades'd pick up." The first figure grunted at this comment. "Yeah, alright, but it's still crazy." "The only one crazy around here's you kid." "Look who's calling who a kid." "Fine." The second man gave in, pulling on his gloves. "Whatever. But you'll do it?" The first contimplated for a second, then pulled off his shirt to reveal the upper half of his costume. "This better pay well." He muttered.
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Post by Jakazul on Sept 8, 2003 14:40:57 GMT -5
He finished pulling of his street clothes and flexed his fingers. "This is a big pain in the butt, you know that don't'cha?" He asked the second man who was now on his cell phone talking to someone on the other end in a low voice. "You plant a bomb in the middle of New York, right after they're gettin' back on their feet from 9/11 and blackouts and then you call me up and ask me to disarm it... What was the point?" He asked, cracking his knuckles and stretching. The man rolled his eyes, muttered something to the man on the other line, and flipped the phone closed, shoving it back in his pocket. "The guy I'm working for, although he'd rather be called 'the Boss' is testing your powers. He wants to see you in action." He said casually, rubbing the back of his neck like the whole thing was an inconvenience. "Couldn't you've done this to some deserted island though?" The first man asked, checking his orange and blue costume. "The boss figured you'd just let that blow up." The man considered for a second. "Alright, fine, he's got a point, let's activate this bomb and get it over with." He said, placing his hands on the huge bomb which was humming. "Nuclear fusion..." He commented. "Like my own brother, shouldn't be ha..." He was cut off as the bom exploded and he suddenly found himself soaking in the huge blast, pain shot through his forehead. "I'm gonna get you for that one!" He yelled, soaking in more energy. "What," The man asked, "I had to shut you up somehow."
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Post by Jakazul on Sept 8, 2003 15:34:51 GMT -5
The man fell back thirty minutes later, letting the last second of the bomb's devistating blow scorch the pipes of the sewer they stood in. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead and glared. "You didn't tell me how big that thing was. What'd you do, use heiroshima?" "Bigger." The second man commented, slightly impressed. "Thanks for the show Mr. Emmerson." "Wait a minute!" Grant Emerson yelled. "You can't just leave now!"
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Post by Jakazul on Sept 8, 2003 21:30:12 GMT -5
Grant watched the man walk away and then turned to leave. "Well that was sure fun, call me again if you want me to safe the world some time." "Oh," The man said, turning. "But you have to didn't you know?" He grinned.
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