requests; response seven
Who: Jack Hendley, St John Allerdyce
Where: Unknown Enemy Compound
What: Botched mission (there's a lot of them) where Jack and Pyro don't try to kill each other.
Rating: R for Language
For: hunteroffreaks who asked for 'Jack and Pyro manage to not kill each other in some situation that is more annoying than they find each other.'
"We should go this way."
"Ow."
"Quit bitching."
"Are you serious? You're gonna rip my arm off."
"Be an improvement."
"Oh yeah, you do that then, who's the one that get trigger the doors? Oh, that'd be me."
"I'll still have your arm."
"I'm pretty sure once it's been ripped off my shoulder, it will get cold."
"Lets test tha-"
Whatever Jack's about to say -and Pyro's pretty sure he can guess, gets caught and lost as the pair shift back, plastering against the wall to keep out of sight. It's getting ridiculous really, but it's not like they have much choice. They were on yet another mission, and later, St John would be bringing it up with whoever planned these things that he was never leaving base again. He hadn't ever been on a single mission that didn't get fucked up some how and he was so over it.
Now, now they were separated from the other two of their team -Polaris and Bolt were likely somewhere, unless Bolt had a heart attack or Polaris just beat him stupid, Pyro didn't really care too much. It did mean they were currently on their own, without Bradley to open all the doors, so Pyro had to overheat the displays on the doors and short out the system just to heave the doors open.
They were hoping to find the armoury soon. Or at least the exit.
As far as missions went, it was pretty much one clusterfuck after another. They arrived on site to a quiet base, easily snuck as per orders and then, well, somewhere between Bolt setting off an alarm and Polaris triggering the auto lock down, they went straight to hell. And hell was a cell block, with Jack attached to a cuff and chain, with Pyro on the other end of that. Which just pissed them both off to no end.
"Move kid, and keep your mouth shut." For once, Pyro didn't make the snappy retort, just shut up and moved down the metal lined hall with Jack until they reached a set of locked down doors. "C'mon then spaceheater."
"You know, things like that make me willing to get caught again." Even as he said it he was taking off the pathetically easy cover from the door and wrapping his hand around the computer board, trying to force his power out without a fire source overheated his skin, frying the components in the computer and shutting down the system so that they could pry the doors open.
"Yeah, you do that, they'll probably dissect you then and there." Every muscle in St John's arms protested at the strain of opening yet another ten tonne weight door, even with Jack helping, they only got so much space between their cuffed hands before they needed to use just the one arm and Pyro was seriously going to kick whoever planned this mission. Repeatedly.
"So long as they shoot you in the head first, I don't give a shit." Frankly, despite their utter loathing for each other, neither of them had actually worked up the ire to really let loose on the other. For one thing, they were cuffed together with little more than a foot of chain between them.
"I swear, if that little shit is sitting around, I'll knock his block in."
"Might want to wait until we're out of this place to do that." That was if Bolt could actually get them out without setting off another alarm. Or if he and Polaris were even still alive. They would be helpful all things considered. They at least had powers that could work without some equipment, where as St John was a 'some assembly required' sort of mutant. Which was probably why he was down to his cargos and his tee, bootless and jacketless and most definitely lighterless. Which pissed him off, because he had twelve of them. Overkill, maybe, but Jack was on the mission, so St John had been unwilling to take the chance.
"Left or right?"
"You're asking me?" They were in a corridor with two doors at either end and nothing else. It was pretty much a hit and miss sort of deal. "Left?"
"Right it is." Pyro just rolled his eyes, but let Jack tug him right once again removing the console and overheating the components before helping to tug open the doors. It's only after they get the doors open that they come face to face with two armed guards.
"Should've gone left." They don't get the chance to argue it though, not when Jack goes straight for one guard and his weapon and Pyro's left with his hand following Jack while the other guard raises his gun. He's pretty sure he's about to get shot again when the gun is yanked from his grip before swinging around and smacking his face.
The other guard drops as Jack smacks his head against the door frame and in the next second, Jack is turning, gun raised towards the far end of the corridor, pulling St John's wrist with him.
"Ow, seriously, stop yanking so much." It doesn't matter anyway, at the end of the hall -by the door Pyro suggested they use, Bolt and Polaris are standing, Polaris with that stupid sort of smug going on and Pyro just rolls his eyes. "Yeah, you're great, whatever. Can you get these off us now?" Since neither Bradley or Lorna have shackles, it's a pretty good bet that she can, so Pyro can hold back on anything he might say until she gets him and Jack unattached.
It's just a casual flick of her wrist and the metal flies apart, dropping to the ground with a clatter. Pyro isn't in the least bit subtle in rubbing his raw wrist, it hurts like a bitch and he's pretty certain he's lost a few layers of skin. Jack just gives him a side look, before nodding to the gun on the floor and turning around to walk down the corridor. St John just grabs the gun before following Jack, not really questioning it.
"Where are your shoes?" Bradley and Polaris catch up with them fairly quick, St John just looks at his feet before looking at Bradley.
"Probably the same place as his lighters." Pyro just shrugs as Jack answers the question. "You two must be able to get these doors open better than the kid." There's a hint of challenge in Jack's voice and Polaris is the one to rise to it, using her hands to indicate the doors shoved open and pushing power through them. If Pyro disliked her less, he might be impressed. "Good, now you had better have a way out for us."
And if Bolt knows what's good him that'd be a yes.
Where: Unknown Enemy Compound
What: Botched mission (there's a lot of them) where Jack and Pyro don't try to kill each other.
Rating: R for Language
For: hunteroffreaks who asked for 'Jack and Pyro manage to not kill each other in some situation that is more annoying than they find each other.'
"We should go this way."
"Ow."
"Quit bitching."
"Are you serious? You're gonna rip my arm off."
"Be an improvement."
"Oh yeah, you do that then, who's the one that get trigger the doors? Oh, that'd be me."
"I'll still have your arm."
"I'm pretty sure once it's been ripped off my shoulder, it will get cold."
"Lets test tha-"
Whatever Jack's about to say -and Pyro's pretty sure he can guess, gets caught and lost as the pair shift back, plastering against the wall to keep out of sight. It's getting ridiculous really, but it's not like they have much choice. They were on yet another mission, and later, St John would be bringing it up with whoever planned these things that he was never leaving base again. He hadn't ever been on a single mission that didn't get fucked up some how and he was so over it.
Now, now they were separated from the other two of their team -Polaris and Bolt were likely somewhere, unless Bolt had a heart attack or Polaris just beat him stupid, Pyro didn't really care too much. It did mean they were currently on their own, without Bradley to open all the doors, so Pyro had to overheat the displays on the doors and short out the system just to heave the doors open.
They were hoping to find the armoury soon. Or at least the exit.
As far as missions went, it was pretty much one clusterfuck after another. They arrived on site to a quiet base, easily snuck as per orders and then, well, somewhere between Bolt setting off an alarm and Polaris triggering the auto lock down, they went straight to hell. And hell was a cell block, with Jack attached to a cuff and chain, with Pyro on the other end of that. Which just pissed them both off to no end.
"Move kid, and keep your mouth shut." For once, Pyro didn't make the snappy retort, just shut up and moved down the metal lined hall with Jack until they reached a set of locked down doors. "C'mon then spaceheater."
"You know, things like that make me willing to get caught again." Even as he said it he was taking off the pathetically easy cover from the door and wrapping his hand around the computer board, trying to force his power out without a fire source overheated his skin, frying the components in the computer and shutting down the system so that they could pry the doors open.
"Yeah, you do that, they'll probably dissect you then and there." Every muscle in St John's arms protested at the strain of opening yet another ten tonne weight door, even with Jack helping, they only got so much space between their cuffed hands before they needed to use just the one arm and Pyro was seriously going to kick whoever planned this mission. Repeatedly.
"So long as they shoot you in the head first, I don't give a shit." Frankly, despite their utter loathing for each other, neither of them had actually worked up the ire to really let loose on the other. For one thing, they were cuffed together with little more than a foot of chain between them.
"I swear, if that little shit is sitting around, I'll knock his block in."
"Might want to wait until we're out of this place to do that." That was if Bolt could actually get them out without setting off another alarm. Or if he and Polaris were even still alive. They would be helpful all things considered. They at least had powers that could work without some equipment, where as St John was a 'some assembly required' sort of mutant. Which was probably why he was down to his cargos and his tee, bootless and jacketless and most definitely lighterless. Which pissed him off, because he had twelve of them. Overkill, maybe, but Jack was on the mission, so St John had been unwilling to take the chance.
"Left or right?"
"You're asking me?" They were in a corridor with two doors at either end and nothing else. It was pretty much a hit and miss sort of deal. "Left?"
"Right it is." Pyro just rolled his eyes, but let Jack tug him right once again removing the console and overheating the components before helping to tug open the doors. It's only after they get the doors open that they come face to face with two armed guards.
"Should've gone left." They don't get the chance to argue it though, not when Jack goes straight for one guard and his weapon and Pyro's left with his hand following Jack while the other guard raises his gun. He's pretty sure he's about to get shot again when the gun is yanked from his grip before swinging around and smacking his face.
The other guard drops as Jack smacks his head against the door frame and in the next second, Jack is turning, gun raised towards the far end of the corridor, pulling St John's wrist with him.
"Ow, seriously, stop yanking so much." It doesn't matter anyway, at the end of the hall -by the door Pyro suggested they use, Bolt and Polaris are standing, Polaris with that stupid sort of smug going on and Pyro just rolls his eyes. "Yeah, you're great, whatever. Can you get these off us now?" Since neither Bradley or Lorna have shackles, it's a pretty good bet that she can, so Pyro can hold back on anything he might say until she gets him and Jack unattached.
It's just a casual flick of her wrist and the metal flies apart, dropping to the ground with a clatter. Pyro isn't in the least bit subtle in rubbing his raw wrist, it hurts like a bitch and he's pretty certain he's lost a few layers of skin. Jack just gives him a side look, before nodding to the gun on the floor and turning around to walk down the corridor. St John just grabs the gun before following Jack, not really questioning it.
"Where are your shoes?" Bradley and Polaris catch up with them fairly quick, St John just looks at his feet before looking at Bradley.
"Probably the same place as his lighters." Pyro just shrugs as Jack answers the question. "You two must be able to get these doors open better than the kid." There's a hint of challenge in Jack's voice and Polaris is the one to rise to it, using her hands to indicate the doors shoved open and pushing power through them. If Pyro disliked her less, he might be impressed. "Good, now you had better have a way out for us."
And if Bolt knows what's good him that'd be a yes.