Old Friends drabbles
Answer to
egorstandish's second drabble challenge.
Answer to the first five prompts, Page, Lycanthhropes, Bad Mood, Suspect.
I'm writing these drabbles in the same verse as my story Old Friends, where Chris and Ezra are both Immortals, and working for the ATF. I've also added a new character to the team, from Hogan's Heroes.
Suspect
”I’m sorry my friend. You’re right about the five agents on our team, they’re being bribed,” Ezra shook his head in disappointment.
“Damn, I was hoping that my suspicions were wrong.” Chris swore softly, disappointed beyond words.
Ezra walked around the desk and sat down on the edge. “I know you hoped that this team would bring back the feelings of the old days. But I don’t think it can.”
The two Immortals locked eyes with each other and an understanding was reached.
“I’ll start looking for new candidates,” Ezra offered his friend.
Chris smile of gratitude nearly blinded him.
Link
”What’s the link between the two of you?” Chris raised his eyebrows at his friend that was watching with an amused smile, the latest candidate, that was an Immortal as well, flirting with the Director’s secretary, across the room.
“We were in the same POW camp during WWII,” Ezra answered. “He died of a cracked skull, when he got caught in a blast wave from one of the many bombs he made for the Underground.”
Chris pondered this statement.
“You taught him any good?”
Ezra looked at him insulted.
“You have to ask?”
Chris smirked.
“In that case, he’s in.”
Bad Mood
“Hell no,” Chris glared at Ezra.
“But,” Ezra started.
“I said no,” Chris barked angrily.
“Chris,” Ezra shook his head at the other man’s bad mood. “It was 85 years ago; you have to let it go.”
Chris slammed his hand down on the desk with a bang. “It has nothing to do with what happened back then.”
“She’s an expert,” Ezra tried to convince him
“I’m not putting another Immortal on the team!” Chris rose from his chair. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t pick Amanda Derieux.”
“Fine,” Ezra snapped. “Be an idiot then!”
“That’s Sir Idiot to you!”
Page
”Carter,” Chris sighed exasperated, rubbing his eyebrows tiredly. “When I told you to analyse the material of that bomb, I didn’t mean for you to create a duplicate.”
Andrew Carter shrugged at his team leader’s exasperation. “You told me to find out how it was created, only way to do it, is to make one.”
Ezra snorted and Chris glared.
“Can I be there when it goes off?”
“Carter, has anyone ever told you that you’re not working on the same page of the book as the rest of us?” Chris sighed again.
“Many times over, boy, I mean Sir.”
Lycanthropes
”Are you telling me, Lycanthropes,” Chris blinked in surprise at his explosive expert. “Are real?”
“They sure are boy, I mean Sir.” Carter beamed. “Wouldn’t it be great to have one on the team? They could help us find bombs, guns and the illegal alcohol.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to get a regular dog that we don’t have to pay, for that?” Ezra chirped from his spot, amusement clear in his voice.
Carter glared at him, and started a rant while Chris shook his head in amazement. The young Immortal came up with the weirdest ideas he’s ever heard.
egorstandish's second drabble challenge.
Answer to the first five prompts, Page, Lycanthhropes, Bad Mood, Suspect.
I'm writing these drabbles in the same verse as my story Old Friends, where Chris and Ezra are both Immortals, and working for the ATF. I've also added a new character to the team, from Hogan's Heroes.
Suspect
”I’m sorry my friend. You’re right about the five agents on our team, they’re being bribed,” Ezra shook his head in disappointment.
“Damn, I was hoping that my suspicions were wrong.” Chris swore softly, disappointed beyond words.
Ezra walked around the desk and sat down on the edge. “I know you hoped that this team would bring back the feelings of the old days. But I don’t think it can.”
The two Immortals locked eyes with each other and an understanding was reached.
“I’ll start looking for new candidates,” Ezra offered his friend.
Chris smile of gratitude nearly blinded him.
Link
”What’s the link between the two of you?” Chris raised his eyebrows at his friend that was watching with an amused smile, the latest candidate, that was an Immortal as well, flirting with the Director’s secretary, across the room.
“We were in the same POW camp during WWII,” Ezra answered. “He died of a cracked skull, when he got caught in a blast wave from one of the many bombs he made for the Underground.”
Chris pondered this statement.
“You taught him any good?”
Ezra looked at him insulted.
“You have to ask?”
Chris smirked.
“In that case, he’s in.”
Bad Mood
“Hell no,” Chris glared at Ezra.
“But,” Ezra started.
“I said no,” Chris barked angrily.
“Chris,” Ezra shook his head at the other man’s bad mood. “It was 85 years ago; you have to let it go.”
Chris slammed his hand down on the desk with a bang. “It has nothing to do with what happened back then.”
“She’s an expert,” Ezra tried to convince him
“I’m not putting another Immortal on the team!” Chris rose from his chair. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t pick Amanda Derieux.”
“Fine,” Ezra snapped. “Be an idiot then!”
“That’s Sir Idiot to you!”
Page
”Carter,” Chris sighed exasperated, rubbing his eyebrows tiredly. “When I told you to analyse the material of that bomb, I didn’t mean for you to create a duplicate.”
Andrew Carter shrugged at his team leader’s exasperation. “You told me to find out how it was created, only way to do it, is to make one.”
Ezra snorted and Chris glared.
“Can I be there when it goes off?”
“Carter, has anyone ever told you that you’re not working on the same page of the book as the rest of us?” Chris sighed again.
“Many times over, boy, I mean Sir.”
Lycanthropes
”Are you telling me, Lycanthropes,” Chris blinked in surprise at his explosive expert. “Are real?”
“They sure are boy, I mean Sir.” Carter beamed. “Wouldn’t it be great to have one on the team? They could help us find bombs, guns and the illegal alcohol.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to get a regular dog that we don’t have to pay, for that?” Ezra chirped from his spot, amusement clear in his voice.
Carter glared at him, and started a rant while Chris shook his head in amazement. The young Immortal came up with the weirdest ideas he’s ever heard.