12
The door opens and once again Jason is expecting some sort of trap to come about. Something around the lines of ninjas jumping from the shadows in a very dramatic manner or some other menace of that comes under your bed at night. Instead he enters this other weapons depot to find it bare and not a sign of tampering for months to at least years.
A soft and low sigh is released as Jason releases the clasps on his helmet. The helmet is held in one hand while the other wipes across his face as if he could somehow smear away the fatigue. A hand brushes through his hair as a yawn is released. It’s clear he’ll not accomplish anything here as there’s really nothing to see.
On his way out he bumps into a storage box which falls over and releases the contents that were inside. A few silent curses are released as he places the helmet down and starts putting the equipment back up. A pause as he looks at what’s in his hand.
It’s a weapon he was going to use against a few capes. Prototype of a prototype. Nothing like a ray, cold, heat, or laser gun. Just a simple projectile rifle that used certain new materials and used depleted uranium rounds. A single round could penetrate any known armor and leave shards to fly like secondary projectiles. Metal would metal. A single round would travel so fast and the metal of the round being so dense that flesh would rend just coming close to a normal human being. And he was prepared to use this with ease. Without even thinking twice he would have killed any cape or mask and felt as if he were just sweeping up shop.
It left a chill down his back. That chill went to bone when he looked back to the inside of the building to see the numerous other weapons and supplies. More then enough for a war. More then enough for a mountain of bodies. And those that he sees as cared for ones before were only a number and name to be taken care of. A moment of nausea comes over Jason as he closes the storage box and heads for the door. Hearing it close and the machine like locking, the helmet is clasped back upon his head.
As he comes out into the alley and automatically into the shadows Jason hears the sound of a shotgun being pumped. Under the mask a sharp eye brow raises. Turning around he sees a young man about fifteen or so years old holding a sawed off pump action shotgun to his back and then his chest.
“Yo, give the cheddar fool.”
A light grin is given as he comes out of the shadow of the building to have some light spill upon him. “Y’wanna test my gangsta? Really?”
“Oh shit. You duh..”
“Yea. I’m him. So y’really wanna test ya gangsta ‘gainst me son? Y’get one shot. Letcha know somethin’?”
A curt and small nod from the young man.
“This is already done. Give me the pump an run.”
“Yo, fuck dat Hood. I ain’t gonna be punked by youse. You ain’t even strapped.”
“Give. Me. The. Pump. Now.” It’s said between gritted teeth as he slaps his hand around the barrel and already has it snatched from the young man.
“Please don’ kill me Mr. Hood! I’m sorry! Ain’t gonna be doin’ dis anymore I swear!”
“Shaddup an getcha ass home.” Pushing the young man around Jason kicks him in the rear. And that’s all it takes as Jason watches him run off. Another yawn works its way out. “Might wanna take my own damn advice.”
A soft and low sigh is released as Jason releases the clasps on his helmet. The helmet is held in one hand while the other wipes across his face as if he could somehow smear away the fatigue. A hand brushes through his hair as a yawn is released. It’s clear he’ll not accomplish anything here as there’s really nothing to see.
On his way out he bumps into a storage box which falls over and releases the contents that were inside. A few silent curses are released as he places the helmet down and starts putting the equipment back up. A pause as he looks at what’s in his hand.
It’s a weapon he was going to use against a few capes. Prototype of a prototype. Nothing like a ray, cold, heat, or laser gun. Just a simple projectile rifle that used certain new materials and used depleted uranium rounds. A single round could penetrate any known armor and leave shards to fly like secondary projectiles. Metal would metal. A single round would travel so fast and the metal of the round being so dense that flesh would rend just coming close to a normal human being. And he was prepared to use this with ease. Without even thinking twice he would have killed any cape or mask and felt as if he were just sweeping up shop.
It left a chill down his back. That chill went to bone when he looked back to the inside of the building to see the numerous other weapons and supplies. More then enough for a war. More then enough for a mountain of bodies. And those that he sees as cared for ones before were only a number and name to be taken care of. A moment of nausea comes over Jason as he closes the storage box and heads for the door. Hearing it close and the machine like locking, the helmet is clasped back upon his head.
As he comes out into the alley and automatically into the shadows Jason hears the sound of a shotgun being pumped. Under the mask a sharp eye brow raises. Turning around he sees a young man about fifteen or so years old holding a sawed off pump action shotgun to his back and then his chest.
“Yo, give the cheddar fool.”
A light grin is given as he comes out of the shadow of the building to have some light spill upon him. “Y’wanna test my gangsta? Really?”
“Oh shit. You duh..”
“Yea. I’m him. So y’really wanna test ya gangsta ‘gainst me son? Y’get one shot. Letcha know somethin’?”
A curt and small nod from the young man.
“This is already done. Give me the pump an run.”
“Yo, fuck dat Hood. I ain’t gonna be punked by youse. You ain’t even strapped.”
“Give. Me. The. Pump. Now.” It’s said between gritted teeth as he slaps his hand around the barrel and already has it snatched from the young man.
“Please don’ kill me Mr. Hood! I’m sorry! Ain’t gonna be doin’ dis anymore I swear!”
“Shaddup an getcha ass home.” Pushing the young man around Jason kicks him in the rear. And that’s all it takes as Jason watches him run off. Another yawn works its way out. “Might wanna take my own damn advice.”