Comments | after_impact: They Called on the Red Phone

holygovbatman in after_impact

They Called on the Red Phone

Apr 01, 2010 03:15

Underneath the Pentagon, there is a bunker. It is a place filled to the brim with the kind of secrets people disappear over, a compound where there are things the good people of the good country of the United States don't know about for their own good. They have to be protected, after all, from all manner of menaces--supervillains, metahumans...

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!plot: winter kills, lucy lane, gladiator, general sam lane

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holygovbatman April 1 2010, 07:35:07 UTC

Superwoman only nodded her head a little. Telepathy wasn't one of the powers that the latest development in her life afforded her, but she was so, so glad that her hood and cowl covered most of her face, because she knew what her father was thinking, and it pained her.

She was one of them now. She was actually a Kryptonian.

It made her sick, while at the same time, suddenly giving her the slightest bit of sympathy for their predicament.

She tried to push those feelings away as much as possible.

"Of course, General Lane," came her pert reply. No matter what, she was a solider, and she had a duty to her country. Familial issues, and issues of racial identification, could be put aside for now.

holygovbatman April 1 2010, 07:49:29 UTC

He's in the red room, waiting. He always waits there, sitting on the floor, back to the door and rarely moves unless he's getting antsy. Despite being called the Red Room, it's dark right now, all the lights off.

It had taken him a long time, but he has finally accepted his circumstances. He has incentive to stay here, after all, and with some things, you just have to wait and see how they go. He's behaved himself, he's trained with her, the woman that hates him so much for basically no reason. He knows how it will be, he knows the Rules, he knows the costs of his staying, and he knows the benefits of following the carrots they dangle in front of him.

He'll play their Game and see where it takes him.

The door to his quarters is unlocked and opened, and he still sits, facing the wall, cast in shadows. He can hear the ruckus beyond, the people milling around, and a smirk tweaks his face.

"They finally letting their attack dog off the leash?" he asks in a snide tone.

holygovbatman April 1 2010, 18:40:35 UTC

"Turn around when you talk to me," Superwoman says, her voice cold and harsh. "And don't be snide." Her eyes glow with the promise of a blast of heat vision. She's still not used to how gummy the power makes her eyes feel, but she figures that, sooner or later, it'll be something that she'll truly enjoy to unleash whenever she has to.

"There's an attack at the Expo in the cluster%$@& that is now Metropolis," she adds. "And I guess they're ready to bring out their big guns. After all, someone might as well go to save the day." Especially because there had been no heroes around for the last year.

Thank God for that.

It was time that the government took responsibility for the world, and though she called herself Superwoman, she was still an agent of the United States government.

"Get up."

holygovbatman April 1 2010, 21:32:59 UTC

He doesn't turn around, stop being snide, or get up.

"I don't know. I thought I'd have the day off."

It's the little things that bring him joy. The little moments of passive--and not-so-passive resistance. They're fleeting--they're so fleeting--but it's the only joy he has.

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