Going Off the Script
Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2018 6:04 am
(Brendon Arrington continued from I'm Younger Than That Now)
It was annoying.
He had been walking for who knows how long since the argument in the firing range and he was still upset about the whole ordeal. Upset at Megan for blowing her lid and shoving her ideals into their faces, upset at himself for reacting like he did and leaving without even bothering to listen to Alex's plan, and upset at Brigadier General Adams for putting them in that sort of position in the first place. And that wasn't all...he was irritated at pretty much anything that could have been a proximate cause to the the situation he was in now. God, Bryant Carver, the people who had taken them here...all of them he was beginning to wish had just dropped off the face of the Earth.
But wishes never came true without a little bit of elbow grease to go along with it and as of the moment, all he had was a pair of weighted boxing gloves and a duffel bag.
It was annoying.
He stopped in his tracks and took a look around at where he was at the moment. It looked like it was the gate that led into the compound they were in...and after some more checking, it was obvious there was no way he'd get the gate open by himself. The controls were busted and unless he somehow found a goddamn tank in the compound, he probably wasn't going to get to crash through it like some sort of action movie hero.
But it was empty and the two gatehouses could become a nice shelter. At least there in the silence he could compose his thoughts, think about things, and really just...calm down. That's what he wanted...that's what he needed. So with a slight grunt, he walked into the left gatehouse, found a chair, and just plopped his ass into it. He didn't care if it was dangerous or foolhardy at the moment. He just wanted some time to think.
It was annoying.
He had been walking for who knows how long since the argument in the firing range and he was still upset about the whole ordeal. Upset at Megan for blowing her lid and shoving her ideals into their faces, upset at himself for reacting like he did and leaving without even bothering to listen to Alex's plan, and upset at Brigadier General Adams for putting them in that sort of position in the first place. And that wasn't all...he was irritated at pretty much anything that could have been a proximate cause to the the situation he was in now. God, Bryant Carver, the people who had taken them here...all of them he was beginning to wish had just dropped off the face of the Earth.
But wishes never came true without a little bit of elbow grease to go along with it and as of the moment, all he had was a pair of weighted boxing gloves and a duffel bag.
It was annoying.
He stopped in his tracks and took a look around at where he was at the moment. It looked like it was the gate that led into the compound they were in...and after some more checking, it was obvious there was no way he'd get the gate open by himself. The controls were busted and unless he somehow found a goddamn tank in the compound, he probably wasn't going to get to crash through it like some sort of action movie hero.
But it was empty and the two gatehouses could become a nice shelter. At least there in the silence he could compose his thoughts, think about things, and really just...calm down. That's what he wanted...that's what he needed. So with a slight grunt, he walked into the left gatehouse, found a chair, and just plopped his ass into it. He didn't care if it was dangerous or foolhardy at the moment. He just wanted some time to think.