0945, day 5. Agent Kawamura reports that his stun stick is out of power. An inspection confirms that he has been using it on the highest setting.
1100, day 5. Agent Kawamura tells Agent Rollins to tell Agent Stinson to tell me that he doesn’t like the way the Asset is looking at him. I reply that I can hear him from the back of the group anyway and he doesn’t need to play fucking Chinese whispers. Agent Stinson suggests that the phrase is racially insensitive. Agent Kawamura informs him that a) it’s just a term for ‘language I can’t understand’, similar to ‘it’s all Greek to me’, b) he’s not Chinese. I tell them to can it, and rotate formation so Agent Kawamura is on point and I am follow-up. The Asset appears willing to stay in front of me.
Approx. 1300, day 5. We reach designated waypoint at [co-ordinates near that thing…]
He puts his head down gently on the desk.
“What are they called? Those things? They’re made of concrete, the fuck are they called? In Europe. Those fucking things.”
Jack’s large warm hand rests on the nape of his neck. It almost makes his head stop hurting. “Pillboxes.”
“That’s it!” He jerks upright and sincerely wishes he hadn’t. Jack’s grip closes minutely, steadying him as he pinches the bridge of his nose and groans. The sound of the planes comes droning back into his skull, for a few endless-seeming moments.
“And that’s my shirt.”
“I don’t see your -” in actual fact, it does have Jack’s name on it. “I don’t see you using it.”
“I could take it off of you.”
He smirks. “Later. Actually, not later. Nobody needs to see that.”
“I saw it happen,” Jack reminds him, without sympathy. “I know what’s under there.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Rest stop at [co-ordinates] marked by disused 'pillbox' defensive structure. We set down outside the structure and distribute rations. The Asset is behaving for once, so it is decided to lift the food restriction. I remove his mask, with Agent Rollins covering in case he goes for the fucking kill again, since he could take me apart like a fucking bread roll without even trying and you bet he knows it....
...with Agent Rollins covering, in case he should pose a threat to personnel.
He thanks me, fluffs his hair with his right hand, and says it feels like 'we haven't eaten in days, right fellas?' Agents Stinson and Kawamura agree with him. He additionally comments that we shouldn't stop for long, since ‘we might have Jerry on our tail’. I say that I decide when we pack up, and that I haven't seen any signs that we're being followed. He says that that's what makes him suspicious, and 'HYDRA might be pretty fuckin' dumb, but they ain't fuckin' stupid'. Nobody has anything to say to that.
Fill: Make Your Puppet Dance 7/?
1100, day 5. Agent Kawamura tells Agent Rollins to tell Agent Stinson to tell me that he doesn’t like the way the Asset is looking at him. I reply that I can hear him from the back of the group anyway and he doesn’t need to play fucking Chinese whispers. Agent Stinson suggests that the phrase is racially insensitive. Agent Kawamura informs him that a) it’s just a term for ‘language I can’t understand’, similar to ‘it’s all Greek to me’, b) he’s not Chinese.
I tell them to can it, and rotate formation so Agent Kawamura is on point and I am follow-up. The Asset appears willing to stay in front of me.
Approx. 1300, day 5. We reach designated waypoint at [co-ordinates near that thing…]
He puts his head down gently on the desk.
“What are they called? Those things? They’re made of concrete, the fuck are they called? In Europe. Those fucking things.”
Jack’s large warm hand rests on the nape of his neck. It almost makes his head stop hurting. “Pillboxes.”
“That’s it!” He jerks upright and sincerely wishes he hadn’t. Jack’s grip closes minutely, steadying him as he pinches the bridge of his nose and groans. The sound of the planes comes droning back into his skull, for a few endless-seeming moments.
“And that’s my shirt.”
“I don’t see your -” in actual fact, it does have Jack’s name on it. “I don’t see you using it.”
“I could take it off of you.”
He smirks. “Later. Actually, not later. Nobody needs to see that.”
“I saw it happen,” Jack reminds him, without sympathy. “I know what’s under there.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Rest stop at [co-ordinates] marked by disused 'pillbox' defensive structure. We set down outside the structure and distribute rations. The Asset is behaving for once, so it is decided to lift the food restriction. I remove his mask, with Agent Rollins covering in case he goes for the fucking kill again, since he could take me apart like a fucking bread roll without even trying and you bet he knows it....
...with Agent Rollins covering, in case he should pose a threat to personnel.
He thanks me, fluffs his hair with his right hand, and says it feels like 'we haven't eaten in days, right fellas?' Agents Stinson and Kawamura agree with him. He additionally comments that we shouldn't stop for long, since ‘we might have Jerry on our tail’. I say that I decide when we pack up, and that I haven't seen any signs that we're being followed. He says that that's what makes him suspicious, and 'HYDRA might be pretty fuckin' dumb, but they ain't fuckin' stupid'. Nobody has anything to say to that.