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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/30/2016 4:31:22 AM
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"Not really. Normally I'd be cutting something to pieces..figure I'd spare the forest my wrath this once."
[i] Lance said plainly. The thing about Lance..it was hard to tell if he was in a good or bad mood. His face was so impassive and blank all the time he could be dying inside, and flash you a million dollar smile.[/i]
"Don't you have diplomatic negotiations to attend to? Responsibility and all that?"
[i] Lance questioned. The one thing he'd never enjoyed about the military...taking orders and having a responsibility.
Well..he was lying to himself. The fact he held people's lives in his hands.
He'd only done it for the money. The country could handle themselves, but his children needed to eat. And the U.S. Paid a lot of money to have one of the world's greatest killers on their side. Because if they hadn't..some other country would have. As it turns out, time traveling for fun doesn't really pay bills.
But carrying out counter terrorism/hostage rescue ops did. [/i]
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This isn't typical behavior for you, lad. [i]Clarkson said, approaching and standing beside him. He seemed to be dodging Lance's questions, interestingly enough. Perhaps he knew the strategy of throwing off questions with questions, perhaps he sensed something abnormal. Clarkson was an annoying one, in that he was very difficult to fool.[/i] Or is this just something I miss quite often as a result of working for the Queen?
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"No. Not entirely normal. Just the product of someone left alone with their thoughts." [i] Lance said, eyes on the clouds above. Life would be so much easier as a cloud..just drifting along with no care in the world.[/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/30/2016 4:58:16 AMTerrifying prospect, that. Mind's a dangerous place. [i]He said. The feeling was mutual. Clarkson had been there many times. Sleepless nights weren't as common as they used to be, but they still haunted him.[/i]
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"Tell me about it." [i] He says, eyes scanning over Crow's outfit momentarily. Guy definitely looked the part of an SAS soldier.[/i] "Why do you still serve, Crow? You're not tired of the shit involved?" [i]He was obviously talking about VINC as much as the military. He figured Crow would be tired of being a soldier.[/i]
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Sometimes putting up with the sh*t is worth the end result. [i]He said, leaving it to Lance to decide what that meant.[/i]
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[i] Lance scoffed at that statement. He interpreted it as Crow doing things to hopefully make the world a better place, even if it was bits and pieces at a time.[/i] "I'm sure it's worth it Crow." [i] The sarcasm wasn't lost on Crow. [/i]
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Some days, I wonder. [i]he replied, catching the sarcasm, but not responding. Instead, he went straight for the jugular.[/i] What's wrong, Lance? Don't give me any of your bullsh*t, I've been through it all already with Jackson. [i]He said with a tone that clearly conveyed that he meant it.[/i]
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"Don't talk to me like a father to an angsty teenager. You only have ten or so years on me old man." [i] Lance says with a smirk. That was another one of those mysteries he'd never blatantly stated, but it was on most minds. He only looked a few years older than Jackson, but that was literally impossible. And give or take a decade had passed since his involvement with Venom, and the man hadn't aged a day. [/i] "My wife.. thinking about drowning myself in a bottle of scotch, but that'd be no good for anyone."
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Just because you're older doesn't mean you can't act like one. [i]He shot back.[/i] And trust me, no matter how bloody good that scotch is, it never takes the pain away for good. [i]He said, more solemnly.[/i] Doesn't really ease the pain of loss, mate.
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"I'm gonna sound like a hypocrite, for Riley and Jackson's cases..telling them revenge doesn't ease the pain." [i] Lance scoffs.[/i] "Yeah, it does. Vengeance feels great. I killed the man who butchered my parents and some of my best friends. That filled that void, even if it was only a little bit." [i] Lance's eyes cloud over with sadness.[/i] "You can't avenge anyone because they died of hemorrhaging during childbirth. You're stuck with that abysmal darkness and pain because you couldn't do a damn thing about it." [i] He says bitterly.[/i]
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[i]Clarkson was silent for a moment, staring out over the horizon line. He sighed, not a disapproving one, but one of sadness.[/i] I don't suppose I ever told you what sent me down the rabbit hole to Schrader, did I?
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"No." [i] He says plainly. He'd always assumed he owes Schrader something like Blackjack. [/i]
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Long time before all this, I was just a grunt, boots on the ground counter-terror. Went in, did my fair share of all the fancy kicking doors in, and saved my fair share of people. Things started getting nasty in London, really nasty. Group of insurgents took a metro station hostage, held about three hundred people hostage, we got everyone else out of there. They ordered my team to hold on standby, they kept us there on standby for three hours, wouldn't let us in to do our thing. By the time they finally cleared us, and we got down into the station, they'd killed all the hostages. Three hundred bloody people, mate. I remember walking in, and seeing these kids, their faces turned up at us, shirts stained with blood, their parents dead up against the wall in the same positions. [i]He paused for a moment.[/i] I retired after that. Left for a while, then Cody Wolfe found me. He and I had worked in the Middle East for a while together, he told me that he had a job opportunity for me, told me I could make a difference, that I could make sure what had happened before. I bought that. I f*cking bought it. [i]He said again, almost laughing nervously.[/i]
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"We always do Crow." [i] Lance said quietly.[/i] "Schrader was a real evil, because he believed in what he was doing. And the scariest part..he had the ability to make people believe in it too." [i] Lance says, running his hands over his face.[/i] "No sense in drowning yourself in the past." [i] He says wryly. Ironically, that's what he was doing ten minutes earlier.[/i]
