Re: dehiscent
Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2019 7:02 am
Someday.
That was what this all had to be about. Not just taking it one day at a time, but really surviving. Long enough for a rescue, or for some kind of meaningful action against Arthro Taskforce. Escape would be nice. Finding some way to hurt them would have to do, if nothing else. Henry produced the standard-issue compass from his daypack. It gave their heading - north - and he promptly placed it in his bags. Taking a few of the enormous steel shotgun shells and placing them in his pockets, he zipped the bag shut and put it back on.
Better than finding out it doesn't work at the last minute.
Jonah suggested the girls with more experience give them lessons with the firearms. It was actually a really smart suggestion, given that it was more a matter of when than if they'd have to use them. Especially concerning was the thought of others on the island having similar experience to Beryl, similar armaments to the rest of them - and less of a moral center. To say nothing of the faint possibility that they would later have to turn the weapons on the terrorists who'd brought them here, who no doubt vastly outmatched them tactically in every meaningful way. Henry's gaze turned to their surroundings, still pondering what exactly this place used to be.
Work the problem. One at a time.
"Right. I guess that's it, then. We find a decent spot somewhere in the woods, figure these out, and then find our friends." Henry glanced at Darlene, offering a kind look. "...the rest of them, I mean."
The Punt Gun felt secure hanging from his shoulder, though the thought of actually shooting the weapon made him feel no small amount of trepidation. He took hold of the handle, pointing it forward to the treeline. If nothing else it was at least a wildly intimidating looking weapon. It made sense then that he'd have to take the lead. The prospect frightened him, though he knew not to show it.
Forcing a smile, Henry thought back to comfortable nights spent alone with his cat, watching episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation. Holding onto those memories - that would see him through this. He muttered under his breath as he strode forward into the unknown.
"There is a way out of every box, a solution to every puzzle; it's just a matter of finding it."
((Henry Sparks continued elsewhere))
That was what this all had to be about. Not just taking it one day at a time, but really surviving. Long enough for a rescue, or for some kind of meaningful action against Arthro Taskforce. Escape would be nice. Finding some way to hurt them would have to do, if nothing else. Henry produced the standard-issue compass from his daypack. It gave their heading - north - and he promptly placed it in his bags. Taking a few of the enormous steel shotgun shells and placing them in his pockets, he zipped the bag shut and put it back on.
Better than finding out it doesn't work at the last minute.
Jonah suggested the girls with more experience give them lessons with the firearms. It was actually a really smart suggestion, given that it was more a matter of when than if they'd have to use them. Especially concerning was the thought of others on the island having similar experience to Beryl, similar armaments to the rest of them - and less of a moral center. To say nothing of the faint possibility that they would later have to turn the weapons on the terrorists who'd brought them here, who no doubt vastly outmatched them tactically in every meaningful way. Henry's gaze turned to their surroundings, still pondering what exactly this place used to be.
Work the problem. One at a time.
"Right. I guess that's it, then. We find a decent spot somewhere in the woods, figure these out, and then find our friends." Henry glanced at Darlene, offering a kind look. "...the rest of them, I mean."
The Punt Gun felt secure hanging from his shoulder, though the thought of actually shooting the weapon made him feel no small amount of trepidation. He took hold of the handle, pointing it forward to the treeline. If nothing else it was at least a wildly intimidating looking weapon. It made sense then that he'd have to take the lead. The prospect frightened him, though he knew not to show it.
Forcing a smile, Henry thought back to comfortable nights spent alone with his cat, watching episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation. Holding onto those memories - that would see him through this. He muttered under his breath as he strode forward into the unknown.
"There is a way out of every box, a solution to every puzzle; it's just a matter of finding it."
((Henry Sparks continued elsewhere))