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M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [5a/?]
Date: 2012-09-03 10:52 am (UTC)He turned, ready for a fight, always ready for a fight, and Jack raised his hands. "Whoa, okay, hold on," he said, the edges of an uneasy laugh lining the words. Shoulders raised and Simon could see where his legs were ready to launch in defense even with his palms up. No matter how much time he spent sampling his own merchandise, he was still a Khan. "Just me."
Simon lowered his rifle, standing still as Jack approached. "Sneaking up one me in the camp is one thing," he said. "Sneaking up on me in the field is--"
"Stupid, I know, I got you," Jack said. He let his hands fell from their surrendering pose and took a step forward as a fresh and foreign awkwardness unfurled between the two of them. "So..." Jack said, uttering the patron word of unease.
Simon turned. "I don't want to be rude, Jack, but I've got a job to do."
"No, hey, I know," Jack said, taking his next few steps at a markedly faster pace to fall in step next to the courier. "Why do you think I'm here, man? Heard Diane's got you going to the chow shack."
Simon glanced at him before setting his eyes back on the path ahead. "Chow shack?"
"Short for 'cazador chow shack'. It ain't the catchiest name but it gets the job done." After the barest half-moment of silence he finally said, "So you and Anders, huh?"
Simon swallowed and buried the frest twist in his belly at hearing them described as such. "Yep."
"Man," Jack said. "Man. I just... For like, how long?"
It was a good question.
"Since I got him down from that cross," Simon answered.
Jack whistled long and low. "Two'a you are real good at keeping a secret."
"You have no idea," Simon muttered, scanning a cluster of trees ahead for any flash of orange.
"Prolly why Anders always seemed so..." Simon caught Jack's gesticulation in his peripheral vision. "Like he was only happy when you were there. Every other time he seemed kinda... lost. Kept actin' like he had something he wanted to get off his chest but stoppin' himself." He paused, and then, "Oh, dude, are you why he didn' grow back the mustache?"
Simon couldn't restrain a fond chuckle. "I like to think so."
"Man. Man."
Simon spared him a quick glance. "...Really? Of all things, that's the--"
"Hey, takes a lot ot separate a good man and his choice in facial hair, is all."
A few more paces in silence, listening to the wind catch in the valley, the soft rustle of branches, ears straining to separate them from the soft rustle of wings.
"Not to be rude, brother," Simon said, "but why are you following me?"
A stretch of silence wherein Simon could imagine he could hear every awkward shift of Jack's shoulders. "Y'know. Diane's not gonna help you unless you do this. And it's a... pretty impossible task, y'know. I ain't even just talking about, like, the cazadors, I mean the shack itself just looks like... like it got hit by the Big One. An' then everyone came to dump their crap there. On top of the mess."
"You don't say."
"Yeah. So like... Diane's given you this thing to do that not even you can do but maybe you could do it if you had some help?"
Simon stopped, still looking ahead, Jack skidding to his own halt next to him. "Help, huh."
"Yeah."
"That why there's three more Khan's trailing us?" Simon asked, looking at him.
Jack smiled sheepishly. "Well. Y'know. Even for two people it's pretty impossible."
M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [5b/?]
Date: 2012-09-03 10:56 am (UTC)Simon was sitting by the longhouse campfire with his helpers, five overworked appetites scarfing down platefuls of breakfast, fried gecko chunks and yucca slices and jalapeno cornbread chased with lukewarm sarsparilla, when he got his first ache of the day. Anders was not always by his side during every visit he made to the camp -- there were always times that he'd arrive to learn that Anders was on a run. But even then, even before he knew what he and Anders had been sharing, he would miss his companionship. Miss the easy conversation, the feeling of comeraderie. The odd little pang he'd get whenever he would catch a glimpse of the cauterization scar on Anders' leg.
It didn't seem so odd, now. The wisdom of his body.
But now he looked up from his plate to see Diane, standing before him, arms crossed. "My office," she said dryly. "When you're done with your last helping."
Simon took a moment to wash in the creek, scrubbing the heavy layer of sweat and dirt from his face and the back of his neck, before returning to a more civilized state of mind and approaching the collection of trailers by the lab. Diane spoke as the first of his footsteps fell in the trailer. "This is going to be a lot to inventory."
Simon stood, clasped his hands behind his back. "I imagine."
"Mm. And you brought it all in before morning really hit. I'd say I'm impressed, but that task wasn't exactly difficult for five."
"Meaning no disrespect, but you weren't there," Simon said simply. "It was."
She had to have seen the surprlus of cazador venom sacs, he thought. She had to know.
She said nothing, and he gracelessly made his preemptive strike, tossing out his mentally-practiced argument for when she brought it up. "You never said I had to do it alone. Only that it had to be done."
"Oh, I know," Diane said. "I just hadn't been counting on you successfully recruiting helpers."
"I didn't," Simon said. "I mean, I didn't try. They followed me."
Diane arched an eyebrow on her otherwise expressionless face. "Interesting. Alright. The first part is done."
Simon's stomach dropped. "The first part?"
"Yes."
"That wasn't enough?"
Diane casually picked up one of the neatly-stacked clipboards from the table beside her. "Not that I think the numbers will mean anything to you, but would you like a rundown of just how much your little affair cost us? Would you like for me to detail the way we were forced to stretch our medical supplies, or the buyers on the Arizona border that dropped us for the mark-ups I had to enforce?"
Simon sighed. "So. What do I have to do now."
Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [5b/?]
Date: 2012-09-05 09:03 pm (UTC)Welcome back~!
Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [5b/?]
Date: 2012-09-09 01:50 am (UTC)