boston_bruiser: (steadfast)
Voodoo ([personal profile] boston_bruiser) wrote in [personal profile] divisionary 2016-05-06 08:50 pm (UTC)

Voodoo, in turn, pats her hand and tries to smile. It's not easy. Not after seeing all those empty sleeping bags. Everyone they were too late to save.

"No sweat."

Perhaps reflexively, he gives her hand a gentle squeeze, then keys his radio.

"Judge Two-Two, coming out."

"Check. Flaring for landing."



The flight back to Chelsea is muted. They've saved three, of course, but it's a drop in the bucket in the city of millions. And if they hid out without the JTF knowing about them, it begs the question: how many more are out there, surviving on their own?

As they land, JTF in green vests rush up to the helo, braving the rotor-wash to escort the three of them to the aid station for a checkup. Mother is standing off to the side, arms crossed over his chest.

He's looked happier.

"I walk out of the Situation Room with Faye to find my machine gunner, and one of her agents, have taken a helo to Yankee Stadium."

He looks from Lindianne, to Voodoo, then back to Lindianne, with a look that could melt ice.

"No ops plan. No running it up the chain of command. Not even so much as telling anyone where they were going. Why is that?"

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting