Episode: Lost
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The gate shut off and steam shot into the air from either side. Rush shot a look back at Greer, who was exchanging words with Colonel Young. The military man locked eyes with Rush for a moment; the icy nature of Rush's stare was enough to make Greer look away first. He stalked over the console, dropped his rucksack on the floor, and frowned as he examined the readout. The countdown ticked down to zero and Destiny accelerated into FTL.
Colonel Young turned around in time to see Rush scowl thunderously, pivot on his heel, and disappear down the corridor. There may as well have been a storm cloud floating above the scientist's head.
"Lotta work… Lotta lotta work." Young muttered under his breath before turning back to the task of getting everyone back to work.
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Once in the relative privacy of his room, Rush veritably flung his rucksack across the room before turning and glaring murderously at the wall. After a moments pause there was a loud bang and a stream of curse words as Rush's fist made impact with the wall. Another garbled mass of harshly accented swearing spilled forth as the pain of punching a solid metal object registered in his brain.
It should have been Chloe. Chloe should be here. He sat down heavily on the side of his bed, hands clenching and unclenching spasmodically on his knees. The rage subsided, leaving him feeling cold and empty. Rush scrubbed a hand over his face and lay down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
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