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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... )
“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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It’s been three days since he sent the email. No calls have been forwarded to him in that time. Marcus didn’t really expect Esca to call.
“You’re going to have to be much faster than that,” Roland says, leaning on the railing overlooking the warehouse where they set up a makeshift arena.
Marcus whips the taser back and it reels back into the rod, “In a real fight, I would be using an M16.”
“In a real fight, a jumper would disappear faster than the bullet can reach them.”
The laser target jumps from position to position on the floor-Marcus watches it for a moment before it gets into range and he lets the taser whip out, claws scrabbling along the concrete ground exactly where the tiny dot is.
“I’m here to tell you that your training ends today. We received a tip on where the seals are located.”
Marcus jerks the taser back.
“You’re a pretty quick learner,” Roland admits.
“Fast enough for the Griffin?”
Roland laughs.
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It takes nearly four hours for them to get to Colorado Springs and then another two hours of climbing northwest through the mountains in an armored car before they even start to get close to where the seal people are located. Marcus looks out the window into the darkness with his rifle across his lap and wonders what Nick is doing, if he’s angry that Marcus abandoned him to do this on his own. He’s probably filling out paperwork-and Marcus feels another surge of determination: he won’t have let his men died for nothing-he’s going to retrieve the Eagle and they will have died protecting the innocent unborn.
He’s not looking forward to when the mission is over and he has to tell the families.
“Hey,” the man sitting next to him says and nudges the M16 on his lap, “You actually ever use that?”
Marcus looks at the other paladin. He’s smiling a little bit and eyeing the gun like it’s beneath him.
“I served four tours in Iraq. This has worked for me pretty well, thanks.”
“I guess you never really understand how much more useful one of these is,” the other paladin holds up the taser, “Until you actually go head to head with a jumper.”
“And with some of them, these are pretty fucking useless,” the paladin in front says. She looks over her shoulder at Marcus, “I don’t know how you managed to impress Roland, but until I’ve actually seen you in combat? It’s gonna take a lot more than Roland’s word to earn my respect.”
“Yeah, and if we run into the Griffin, good luck trying to get out of that one alive,” the man next to him says, “Maybe you can try shooting at him.”
“Stop being a dick, Antonio,” the woman says, turning around.
Antonio falls silent, but he’s still smiling.
“I don’t get it,” Marcus says, “Why the hell is everyone so terrified of this Griffin?”
“Terrified?” Antonio asks, “Terrified, no. Angry as hell, yes. Justifiably cautious, yes. You wouldn’t be asking that question if you knew how many paladins he’s killed.”
It’s not his Esca. He doesn’t believe it’s his Esca.
“You think you’ve got him pinned one minute, the next he’s pulling one over you.” Antonio lifts his chin, shows a thick scar across the underside of his jaw that’s barely visible in the dim light, “A present from him, years ago. I was fucking lucky he missed.”
“He’s fast. The last time anyone alive has seen his face definitely has to be, what? A year ago?”
“Shin,” Antonio agrees, “And that was only because he was winded after dropping a fucking train on her.”
Not his Esca.
“So don’t get cocky, kid,” Antonio tells him, “These jumpers are nasty.”
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The entire car is tumbling from fifteen feet in the air.
The impact winds him and there’s a sharp pain from where the seatbelt cuts into his skin through his clothes. His head hits the back of his seat in the whiplash and he blacks out.
When he comes to, there is shouting outside and the sound of gunfire. This is a situation he’s used to-he unbuckles himself-the woman is gone but Antonio is still buckled in next to him. He half considers shaking Antonio awake but climbs out of the car instead. Instinct tells him to trust his M16 over the stupid taser that these paladins love so much and he runs on automatic, ducking low and looking for cover as he assesses the situation.
The shouting gets louder as he follows the tracks that the woman left behind-notices burn marks scored into the trunks of the pine trees, singed pine needles every few hundred yards. Taser marks.
“You can’t run forever,” Roland is saying as Marcus slips into the clearing where the paladins are located. A moment later, he’s seizing in agony as one of the tasers strikes him in the chest, an involuntary shout ripping from his throat.
And then it’s gone and the woman from earlier is peering down at him, “Jesus Christ, are you retarded? You don’t fucking sneak up on paladins like that.” She pries the wire loose and reels it back into the rod. Nobody else is paying him any mind. He gets back to his feet as she rejoins the rest of them, feeling stupid for the amateur mistake. He had underestimated this group.
There’s movement on the far side of the clearing and one of the paladins whips his taser forward-nothing.
There’s a shift of pine needles next to him and Marcus suddenly knows-he doesn’t have to turn his head, he just knows-
It’s Esca.
He’s thinner than Marcus remembers, all wiry muscle and silent strength underneath the too-big shirt. He stares at Marcus, and Marcus can feel his heart pounding-he wants to grab Esca and beg him not to leave again, he wants to tell Esca to go because he’s going to be killed. Esca doesn’t look away from Marcus’s face-even as the wire whips around Esca, ten thousand volts conducted across his skin and making him cry out in pain.
“Kill him!”
Marcus has the gun, he can’t miss from this distance-he has a hundred things to say and no time to say them.
The moment of hesitation is all Esca needs-a flash of the knife, the wires fall away, and-
He is gone.
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there's so much painful realization and it's all wonderfully worked into the action.
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(Yes, other!anon is probably still going to fill this too but still finals-slammed and it probably won't be this AWESOME!)
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