All alone in this world without no one beside me~ [OTA]
The less furious shaking of the jeep finally suggested that it was slowing down and they were either taking a pit stop or they were finally at the base. The total halt of movement and the screech of a handbrake told him where ever they were, they could be here a while. But the soldiers next to him started to move out so maybe they were at the base.
Usually getting 'escorted' by rather muscular men who had the capabilities to kill him didn't bother Scott at all. Being an X-Man basically meant that was his job. But not having one of his most crucial senses did make him a lot jumpier and slightly concerned. Not nervous, concerned. His visors were still, well, broken and battered in an alleyway somewhere in D.C. High Heels or Frost had said that everything he needed would be provided for but Scott wasn't too sure if she knew that he needed visors to see. However she was a telepath and sounded smart so hopefully she knew. But that was enough thinking about pointless things. He had more important factors to consider. Like where he was and what exactly was this special team with special privileges.
"We have arrived at Fort Wenachee, Mr Summers. Please step out of the Jeep. Someone will be here to show you around soon."
Show me around? Scoffed Scott in his head, he was having enough trouble getting out of the jeep blind. How was he going to look around with his eyes closed. Maybe the soldier thought the closed eyes were for show or maybe it was his order but Scott was now alone. All alone somewhere on a base, blind and tired. He could already see that he was going to have the time of his life here. Now if only someone would run into him. He was starting to feel awkward just standing in the middle of a base. Blind.
Usually getting 'escorted' by rather muscular men who had the capabilities to kill him didn't bother Scott at all. Being an X-Man basically meant that was his job. But not having one of his most crucial senses did make him a lot jumpier and slightly concerned. Not nervous, concerned. His visors were still, well, broken and battered in an alleyway somewhere in D.C. High Heels or Frost had said that everything he needed would be provided for but Scott wasn't too sure if she knew that he needed visors to see. However she was a telepath and sounded smart so hopefully she knew. But that was enough thinking about pointless things. He had more important factors to consider. Like where he was and what exactly was this special team with special privileges.
"We have arrived at Fort Wenachee, Mr Summers. Please step out of the Jeep. Someone will be here to show you around soon."
Show me around? Scoffed Scott in his head, he was having enough trouble getting out of the jeep blind. How was he going to look around with his eyes closed. Maybe the soldier thought the closed eyes were for show or maybe it was his order but Scott was now alone. All alone somewhere on a base, blind and tired. He could already see that he was going to have the time of his life here. Now if only someone would run into him. He was starting to feel awkward just standing in the middle of a base. Blind.