He twitches guiltily and wipes the last as soon as Jack turns around.
“You ok?”
“Thinking.”
“Won’t disturb you, then. It might take a while.”
“Fuck you.”
1915, day 5. We are still 2.5km from the RV/extract point, having lost time with Asset shenanigans. He frowns at the phrase. ...lost time due to previous events. It is becoming dark. We tighten formation so nobody wanders off into the fucking forest again. The Asset is avoiding me and Agent Rollins, but otherwise compliant.
We increase pace. The Asset begins to drop behind again, and Agent Rollins, at the rear, warns him to keep up. Agent Stinson adds that, if he doesn’t, there’s nothing stopping any of us from ramming a stun stick so far up his ass that it’ll electrify his tonsils. He keeps up with us the rest of the way.
2030, day 5. We reach the extract point at [whatever co-ordinates I don’t give a fuck] and radio to confirm. Extract scheduled for 0600 the next day. Base station enquires whether we need backup in case Murder Barbie is acting out. We tell them to bring some big guys with big guns, or a dart gun full of horse tranqs, whatever works. Agent Simms informs us that horse tranquillisers only make him angry. I inform Agent Simms that we didn’t fucking need to know that, and ask who fucking died and made him the fucking expert. Agent Simms agrees to requisition backup.
Agent Rollins takes first watch, and the rest of us prepare to sleep. The Asset is pacing, apparently agitated. I tell him to sit the fuck down. He stares into the forest, which is completely dark. Agent Kawamura says it’s fucking creepy. Agent Stinson asks if there are wolves. Agent Rollins tells him that wolves died out in Europe a few hundred years ago, but is unable to verify the statement, so we have to believe him on that. Agent Stinson asks if there are bears. I tell him that we’d have no problem fighting a bear, as we have the ability to shoot it in the fucking face, and the Asset probably wrestled tons of bears as part of his training in Russia. Agent Stinson doubts that the Asset would defend us against a bear and predicts that he would stand back and let it eat us. He asks the Asset directly, and the response is that yes, ‘he would fight a bear on our behalf, if necessary. Agent Stinson asks whether the Asset wrestled bears in Russia. The Asset says that information is classified, which we take to mean ‘yes’.
Agent Kawamura snores like a fucking freight train, for the record.
I have to tell the Asset three times in as many minutes to stop fucking pacing. He sits down, then stands up again a few seconds later. I order him to sit by me, remove an adjustable strap from a kit bag, and loop it around his neck, keeping my foot on the other end. Every time he tries to get up, he chokes himself like a dumb fucking dog. I hand the makeshift leash over to Agent Rollins so I can get some fucking sleep for once.
Approx. 2330, still day fucking 5. I get woken up by a noise that sounds like a man being strangled with the strap from a kit bag.
Fill: Make Your Puppet Dance 9/?
“You ok?”
“Thinking.”
“Won’t disturb you, then. It might take a while.”
“Fuck you.”
1915, day 5. We are still 2.5km from the RV/extract point, having lost time with Asset shenanigans. He frowns at the phrase. ...lost time due to previous events. It is becoming dark. We tighten formation so nobody wanders off into the fucking forest again. The Asset is avoiding me and Agent Rollins, but otherwise compliant.
We increase pace. The Asset begins to drop behind again, and Agent Rollins, at the rear, warns him to keep up. Agent Stinson adds that, if he doesn’t, there’s nothing stopping any of us from ramming a stun stick so far up his ass that it’ll electrify his tonsils. He keeps up with us the rest of the way.
2030, day 5. We reach the extract point at [whatever co-ordinates I don’t give a fuck] and radio to confirm. Extract scheduled for 0600 the next day. Base station enquires whether we need backup in case Murder Barbie is acting out. We tell them to bring some big guys with big guns, or a dart gun full of horse tranqs, whatever works. Agent Simms informs us that horse tranquillisers only make him angry. I inform Agent Simms that we didn’t fucking need to know that, and ask who fucking died and made him the fucking expert. Agent Simms agrees to requisition backup.
Agent Rollins takes first watch, and the rest of us prepare to sleep. The Asset is pacing, apparently agitated. I tell him to sit the fuck down. He stares into the forest, which is completely dark. Agent Kawamura says it’s fucking creepy. Agent Stinson asks if there are wolves. Agent Rollins tells him that wolves died out in Europe a few hundred years ago, but is unable to verify the statement, so we have to believe him on that. Agent Stinson asks if there are bears. I tell him that we’d have no problem fighting a bear, as we have the ability to shoot it in the fucking face, and the Asset probably wrestled tons of bears as part of his training in Russia. Agent Stinson doubts that the Asset would defend us against a bear and predicts that he would stand back and let it eat us. He asks the Asset directly, and the response is that yes, ‘he would fight a bear on our behalf, if necessary. Agent Stinson asks whether the Asset wrestled bears in Russia. The Asset says that information is classified, which we take to mean ‘yes’.
Agent Kawamura snores like a fucking freight train, for the record.
I have to tell the Asset three times in as many minutes to stop fucking pacing. He sits down, then stands up again a few seconds later. I order him to sit by me, remove an adjustable strap from a kit bag, and loop it around his neck, keeping my foot on the other end. Every time he tries to get up, he chokes himself like a dumb fucking dog. I hand the makeshift leash over to Agent Rollins so I can get some fucking sleep for once.
Approx. 2330, still day fucking 5. I get woken up by a noise that sounds like a man being strangled with the strap from a kit bag.