Can you say bored? [ota but not patrolling minions -sorry, he's sneaky]
Lt. Worth was not happy. He did not like the snow. He'd already ruined two of his favoured flight suits, and his rubix cube was still no where near done. And his hands itched to be in a cockpit. They said it wasn't punishment -who the fuck were they kidding? He'd been shipped out to the middle of nowhere, Russia because he was a mutant and that was that.
Stupid co-pilot and his big mouth.
"Ow, fu..." There went another jumper and shirt. Pulling the spike from his shoulder, Worth lay it down on the cold cement beside him. He was in the garage, the far back of it, sitting on his pillow to keep his ass from freezing the fuck off and playing his DS in the dark. The hell if he was sitting in that room with a room-mate.
The only good thing of this entire trip had been the damn car journey with Des.
Stupid co-pilot and his big mouth.
"Ow, fu..." There went another jumper and shirt. Pulling the spike from his shoulder, Worth lay it down on the cold cement beside him. He was in the garage, the far back of it, sitting on his pillow to keep his ass from freezing the fuck off and playing his DS in the dark. The hell if he was sitting in that room with a room-mate.
The only good thing of this entire trip had been the damn car journey with Des.