I'm sorry it took me so long to throw this up but this week was dedicated to not being a failure- guess who brought their D+ in English up to a B? This chick. Alll-right. I got my laptop back! Yay for Tamara!
And lemme tell you chickies something- this story will have a happy ending… It's just going to have to get worse before it gets better.
Much worse.
And now, for a short (like, extra super-duper short) moment with Riptide.
Riptide paced back and forth warily like a hunter on the prowl in front of the four other figures. They stood at a professional attention, but the nearly disfiguring scars and malicious smiles proclaimed them to be anything but your average professionals.
Vertigo stood at the extreme right, her green hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and her tactical suit clung to her feminine curves appealingly, but adding a dangerous vibe to her. The smoke from her cigarette wafted around her head and up into the cold air where it could no longer be distinguished from the ice crystals that clung to the water vapor of their breaths. Her dark green eyes flashed with a want for action that completely off set the relaxed look of her body.
Blockbuster stood next to her. Everything about the man was intimidating. The muscles that bulged from his skin looked as though they could nearly take down grown men individually. His head was shaved bald, adding a professional killer effect to the ensemble that was enhanced by his sharp gaze.
Arclight stood on his other side, slightly shorter but just as intimidating. Her dark hair was slicked back and her shoulders were set in the format that would have fit in easily with the army. Her muscles were individually toned and defined in the chiseled atomically structured way they had been designed. Her eyes were hard and unemotional. Her smiled was just as cold.
Harpoon wheeled his weapons of choice around in his fingers, cocking his head to the side and grinning at the prospect of blood. His light brown hair fell into his eyes, adding extra shadow to his cutting glance that the light continually given off by the harpoons in his hands had already constructed. He had useful muscle, not as overdone as the two to his side, but still grotesquely built.
Riptide stood, shortest and leanest out of all of them, at the front of the group, daring them to challenge him with the dark pits of insanity in his eyes.
All were able.
None were willing.
"Is this objective understood?" Riptide's teeth clicked in the air after he had just spent most of the day explaining his plan several times over to make sure the execution would be flawless.
"Extricate Gambit and the girl without causing either of them harm." Came the uniformed answer.
"Good." He awarded sharply, glancing up at the sky where the sun had already peaked as was starting to sink back down to the ground. How time flies when you're planning massacre. "You have three hours to make yourselves decent enough to kill, ladies and gentlemen. I want no mistakes. Understood?"
Vertigo's lips curved around her cigarette, Blockbuster's grin stretched to show his teeth, Arclight's face stayed a composed mask but her eyes sparked slightly with the news of approaching action, Harpoon sheathed his weapons with a self-satisfied smile.
They all nodded.
Anyone looking on would have understood immediately that these weren't men.
They were animals.
See y'all tomorrow!