Worth A Thousand Words
A collection of drabbles based on words. Prompt: Collaborate. Alex is desperate, and K-Unit is scolded.
Disclaimer: I'm sitting here, waiting for laundry to be done, something so unglamorous that there's no way I could own Alex Rider.
Collaborate, v.
1) to work jointly with others
2) to cooperate with an enemy and especially and occupying force
Cornered
There were no heroics this time. Just a boy who wanted his sister—and Jack was his sister, no matter what anyone said—back. There were no clever plans of double crossing, no back-up team hiding in shadowed corners, no brilliant linchpin move for the end. All he had was his desperation and his loyalty, a dangerous combination by any standard.
So there he was, standing alone in front of the enemy with broken eyes and only one option. The greater good could go shove itself and let him do this.
"I'll tell you everything. Just give her back."
Collusion
The sergeant glared. "You had no idea what Cub was planning in your own cabin?"
Wolf, Snake, and Eagle winced.
"He hid his tools under his bunk, sir," Eagle offered.
"It's impossible to hide things under your bunks. You had to have helped him! How else could three elite SAS soldiers overlook something like that?"
Snake reminded him, "We helped clean up, sir."
"I still walk into the mess hall and see patches of fabric stuck everywhere because your teammate managed to glue five different units to the benches!"
"It sounds a lot worse when you put it that way."
I couldn't help but think, "Stop! Collaborate and listen..." when I wrote these drabbles. Anyway, give me your ideas, questions, comments, concerns, criticisms, witticisms, and/or limericks!
Edits 9/15/14: Minor grammar fixes.