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- MORE MOD NOTES: Alright guys I know this fandom is really into historical accuracy and all that jazz but here's the thing. This is a KINK MEME and therefore historical accuracy is not ( Read more... )
“I spend my life hunting them down,” Roland says. He drops his phone into his pocket and looks between the two of them, “Try to stop them before they can do any more damage to the natural order of things.”
“Wait,” Nick says, “What are we talking about? Jumpers? Can we please fill a brother in?”
“You should count yourselves lucky that your convoy wasn’t completely destroyed,” Roland looks at Marcus, “And two of them dead. I’m impressed that you fended so well for yourself when you had no idea what you were up against. You might make a decent Paladin.”
“I’ve never heard of you,” Marcus says.
“I wouldn’t have expected you to. We’re technically a civilian branch. Paramilitary, if you will.”
“Who attacked us?”
“A team of Jumpers we’ve been tracking for a long long time. I specifically requested the best team special ops had,” Roland appraises Marcus, “I guess I wasn’t clear enough.”
Marcus pushes the anger down and controls the tone of his voice, “I’ve never failed a mission before today, sir.” Nick is sitting up straighter, a frown on his face. “I promise you that we will do whatever it takes to retrieve the Eagle.”
“I don’t think you understand the full extent of the situation.”
“Then tell me.”
Roland just looks at them. The helicopter is starting its descent-Marcus can pick out the lights of Annapolis in the window over Roland’s shoulder.
“What are Jumpers?” Nick asks.
“Abominations,” Roland answers, “Things that can travel from place to place with a single thought. New York one moment, Cairo the next.”
“Teleportation?”
“They can be in all places at once. They see a place, in a photograph, for a moment, and they can go there. Can you imagine what it would be like, if everyone in the world had that power? It would be chaos.” They’re swinging low over the skyline now, shapes of buildings blurring against the night sky. “We Paladins hunt them in order to restore the order of things as they are supposed to be. All of them, they become criminals in the end, and we bring them to justice.”
“What is the Eagle?” Marcus asks.
“It was a code,” Roland answers, “A certain frequency that when broadcast, stops Jumpers from being able to jump. Broadcast it globally and you can trap them where they are, turn them back into people like you and me.”
“If you get the code-that means you can stop hunting.”
Roland smiles and the helicopter touches down on a rooftop. He gets up and Marcus stands with him.
“Let us join you.”
“You want to be a Paladin?”
“We can get the Eagle back.”
Roland looks at him, then at Nick. He turns, “I’ve sent a driver to take you to the nearest hospital. You should check in with your commander.”
Marcus wants to follow and protest but Nick grabs the back of his jacket.
“Let it go, man.”
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THIS IS SO GOOD, I LOVE IT. YUM.
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“Marcus,” Nick says the moment that the nurse leaves them alone, “That guy? Roland or whatever his name was? Total and complete whackjob. Are you serious about the whole Paladin shit? Are you not seeing the parallelism here? Are you not creeped out by this?”
“Thank you, Spence, I too took medieval history in high school.”
“No,” Nick says, “Normal people do not take medieval history in high school. Normal people trust their gut instinct when it tells them not to sign up for shit that would be way over their heads, lead by some nutjob who considers humans as things.”
“I’ve never failed a mission before, and I’m not going to start now.”
“Seriously?”
“Look,” Marcus says, starting to pace, “If my dad was here, you know what the hell he’d tell me? Told you so. Told you fucking so.”
Nick is quieter when he speaks, “Marcus, come on. One mission isn’t gonna ruin your career.”
Marcus stops pacing and looks at Nick. The television in the corner is on almost-muted enthusiasm, the tinny laughter of the anchorwoman grating on Marcus’s nerves. He breathes, in and out, and then says, “Look, a lot of people are probably caught in the crossfire of this thing. Give the Paladins the Eagle-no more persecution. We’d be saving a lot of people in the future.”
Nick picks at a bandage on his arm, “You’re really not going to make this easy, are you?”
“No. Nick-I mean-you really don’t have to come with me.”
“Man,” Nick says, “I stick with you through thick and thin and you think I’d just abandon a brother like that?” He punches Marcus in the shoulder, harder than necessary, “You fucking crazy bastard.”
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When Marcus opens the door to his debriefing, he doesn’t expect to see Roland sitting in a chair across from the commander. He throws a salute and closes the door after him.
“Take a seat, Captain,” the commander says. Marcus sits, keeping his eyes on his superior officer.
“I take it you’ve already met Roland.”
“Yes sir.”
“Roland has asked for your assistance in the retrieval of the Eagle.”
Marcus spares a glance at Roland.
“I told him we could spare you for a few weeks.”
“Sir,” Marcus says, “What about Lieutenant Spence?”
“I didn’t ask for Lieutenant Spence,” Roland says, “I only asked for you, Marcus Aquila. I have no use for anybody else.”
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“The first thing that you should know about Jumpers,” Roland says as he drops two manila folders in front of Marcus, “Is that they are dangerous and unpredictable. You don’t know what angle they’re going to attack from, they attack too quickly for the untrained eye to follow. We’ve only found one effective weapon against them.” He sets a metal rod on the table and Marcus picks it up.
“There’s a series of charged capacitors in there that delivers a couple thousand volts of electricity, disrupting their ability to jump. Low current, since sometimes we’d like to them alive a little longer.”
Marcus turns the weapon over in his hands.
“They’re sneaky, they’re tricky. You have to be sneakier and trickier. Incapacitate them, then go in for the kill. You only get one shot, get them when they’re least suspecting it. Basic stuff-I’m sure you’ve learned all of this in training.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You can test that out later,” Roland says and flips open a manila folder, “For now, a little background information.” Clipped to the top of the stack of documents is a photograph of a man with the same facepaint and mohawk that Marcus saw before-only framing different facial features. “We’ve only ever had two real threats-the rest of the jumpers are disorganized. Many of them think that they’re the only one with their ability.”
Roland taps the photograph with a finger, “We call this group the Seal People, mostly because the bastard who started the entire group was a Navy SEAL himself. He went rogue after he discovered his powers. Most people do. It’s unfortunate that we taught him how to be such a capable leader.”
Marcus flips through the files. Other photographs are clipped with the data collected on each person.
“This isn’t the full team, but it’s a vast majority of them. They’re ruthless, they kill on sight. You’ve already had a little experience with them. Trust me when I say that wasn’t the extent of their powers.”
“Taking out an entire convoy with barely a dozen men,” Marcus says, “I’m afraid to ask how what the extent of their powers is.”
“It may surprise you to learn that the other threat is a single man,” Roland says, opening the second folder, “One of the best reasons why you should never let your guard down around a jumper, and perhaps the best example of how dangerous jumpers are to the natural order of things.”
Esca’s photograph stares up at him. Marcus feels like he can’t breathe.
“He calls himself Griffin though we’re certain that was never his real name. This is a very old picture of him-we haven’t been able to get a more recent photograph of him. He’s very good at finding blindspots.”
Esca looks older in this picture than Marcus remembers-the angles of his face are sharper and there are hollow circles under his eyes. He looks leaner and fiercer than Marcus remembers-but beneath the changes, Marcus can see traces of the boy he fell in love with.
“Griffin is unfortunately, very good at taking down Paladins,” Roland says, and then pauses. Marcus keeps staring at the photograph-he hasn’t heard Esca’s voice in months and hasn’t seen him in years. But this can’t be his Esca, because his Esca is a freelance photographer, a goddamn free spirit who couldn’t be caught and not for lack of trying. “Is there something the matter, Marcus?”
Marcus tears his eyes away from the photograph to look at Roland. “Just. Surprised that a single man could present such a threat.”
Roland smiles. “You’d need to meet the Griffin to understand why. And I wouldn’t wish that upon you.”
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it's brilliant.
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Roland didn’t have any space for Marcus at headquarters so they gave him enough money for a room at a motel on the outskirts of Annapolis, across the bay. Roland had given him the keys for an old blue Ford truck that took three turns of the key to start up properly and told him to be back at headquarters the next morning.
There’s a sign on the reception desk that says that patrons have to pay five dollars for wifi access and Marcus pretends not to see it as he hands over the money for his room and asks, “There wouldn’t be a place where I can check my email real quick, would there?”
The woman behind the desk has her eyes on the bars stitched onto his jacket when she says, “If you want, you can use the other computer back here real quick.” She meets his eyes and smiles, leaning forward slightly so he can catch more of her cleavage, “The other girl just stepped out for a quick smoke-you can have it as long as she’s out.”
Marcus knows that she’s only flirting because of the uniform but he doesn’t really have a choice. He nods, smiling back and she opens the employee entrance for him.
“What are you doing here in Annapolis?” she asks as he pulls up a new window and logs into his email. She laughs a little, “Or is that classified?”
“Classified,” Marcus figures it’s the best way to get her to stop talking. The last email Esca sent him was a month ago-he spent a paragraph telling Marcus about the vodka in Russia and signed off with the normal -E. Esca uses a different email address every time he sends Marcus a message and he’s never replied to any of the messages that Marcus has sent in reply.
He hadn’t thought it was strange before-maybe he was a little frustrated and thought that Esca was just terrified of commitments-like getting a reply to an email meant that he was obligated to reply, like never leaving a phone number meant he didn’t have to answer to Marcus. And reading these emails now: Hi Marcus, I wandered a little too close to Prypiat and took pictures that I’m hoping someone will buy, Hi Marcus, someday you should see the sun set over Mumbai, Hi Marcus, I was in Boston this week and thought about taking the train out but I didn’t think you’d be home-he can’t reconcile any of these with the Esca that stared at him through that photograph Roland showed him.
Marcus hates Esca-he hates him for taking everything from him and never giving anything in return-just these stupid messages that Marcus always replies to and never gets an answer, he hates that his heart always skips a beat when his phone rings from an unknown number like he’s fucking fifteen years old. And he hates that he lets Esca do this to him, that he answers the phone for a casual conversation like everything is fine and he’s not hurt that Esca left and won’t come back, that Esca’s pretends there was never anything between them, that he takes and he takes and he takes and Marcus just keeps giving until there’s nothing of him left.
He answers the phone because he wants to hear the sound of Esca’s voice, because he’s a masochist and he keeps fooling himself that making Esca laugh is going to make him stick around a little longer. It’s a fucked up relationship, and he doesn’t hold any of the strings and he keeps telling himself that he’s not invested in it, that he’s going to find a girl and settle down and stop thinking about Esca, stop replying to his stupid emails, stop stop stop.
But it’s too much of a coincidence, Roland’s Griffin and his Esca and it feels like all of the years are being pulled from beneath his feet, all of the lies and none of it makes sense or everything makes sense and he types Esca, Please call me. -M and hits send before he can reconsider.
“Hey, my coworker’s coming back,” the receptionist says. Marcus logs out.
“Thanks,” he says and shows himself out.
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i actually uploaded jumper to megaupload, which you can find here if you're still looking for a copy. i tried uploading gi joe to megaupload too--twice actually; but both times megaupload insisted that there was an error. i honestly don't blame it considering that gi joe has absolutely no redeeming value. not even channing tatum's face can save that movie. probably a good choice on megaupload's behalf. >_>
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And now that you have enabled me, what can I do to enable more fic? *pokes*
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