As the world comes tumbling down - Quake plot OTA
The trembling ground in camp was no real surprise to John as he stood at the sink of the bathroom, face covered in shaving foam as he dragged the blade carefully across his cheek. It was generally accepted that the Mexican was a pain in the ass and could usually be found to be the source of these rumbles, often as a result of some practical joke or argument with his other half.
As this was the case John just grumbled to himself, adjusting his stance as the water in the basin sloshed about nearly soaking him in the process. However the tremors didn't ease up, if anything they got worse and John had to abandon shaving, hanging onto the sink as the ground violently shook.
"What the heck is that boy up to?!" Teleporting out of the shared bathroom John appeared a moment later stood out in the training square, towel still slung about his shoulders and half a face of shaving foam. The entire camp was violently shaking, buildings barely standing up against the stress and the generic soldiers seemed at as much of a loss as John. He remembered then that someone had said earlier at breakfast that several of the team had been rounded up and sent off into town early this morning, Rictor being one of them.
"Anyone know what the fuck is goin' on round here?!" John yelled over the sound of buildings starting to crumble under the stress.
As this was the case John just grumbled to himself, adjusting his stance as the water in the basin sloshed about nearly soaking him in the process. However the tremors didn't ease up, if anything they got worse and John had to abandon shaving, hanging onto the sink as the ground violently shook.
"What the heck is that boy up to?!" Teleporting out of the shared bathroom John appeared a moment later stood out in the training square, towel still slung about his shoulders and half a face of shaving foam. The entire camp was violently shaking, buildings barely standing up against the stress and the generic soldiers seemed at as much of a loss as John. He remembered then that someone had said earlier at breakfast that several of the team had been rounded up and sent off into town early this morning, Rictor being one of them.
"Anyone know what the fuck is goin' on round here?!" John yelled over the sound of buildings starting to crumble under the stress.