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Post by Sam Guthrie on Jul 8, 2007 1:46:02 GMT -4
There were few things more impressive than a squadron of SHIELD Soldiers in formation, and even less things were more intimidating.
As Samuel Guthrie strode at the head of the group, a very heavy bag in tow, he took in the quick glances of the various lab workers and other residents.
He loved their fear. It made him smile.
Banishing the triumphant grin from his face, he made his way to McCoy's lab, caring very little for whatever work the Doctor was busying himself with.
"Follow my lead..." He commanded to the accompanying soldiers.
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Post by meltdown on Jul 8, 2007 2:00:06 GMT -4
Tabitha hurriedly joined the marching soldiers following Commander Guthrie. She got many odd looks from the lab techs as she fell into step with her squad. She was supposed to be part of the elite, but now she looked like a bumbling ensign.
She was late because she had been debating with herself on whether or not she had been "available." The tone in Guthrie's voice was hard to read. She couldn't tell if was a mission's briefing or what. Tabitha had a headache and this inner turmoil wasn't helping any. In the end, she wound up going. She would be strongly reprimanded by Commander Guthrie for tardiness, but at least she showed up. It wouldn't be the first time he had put her in her place.
Tabitha had looked her best and most professional but rushing around trying to find her commander and squadron had frazzled her a little. Now that she thought about it, it would have been much better if she hadn't shown up at all. Her slicked back hair had been mussed and she patted it back into place and she straightened her uniform. True, the look made her look cold and unapproachable, but there are some things she just had to give up being a soldier.
"Sir, apologizes for my tardiness," she said stiffly trying to mask the unease in her voice.
Here it comes, she thought.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Jul 8, 2007 2:11:59 GMT -4
Normally Samuel would have let her have it, but his mind was elsewhere.
"...I will have no trouble taking care of it myself." The threat had been subtle, but very real indeed. There was more than his country's safety as stake here, his life was in danger too.
"It.....no matter, just fall in line Smith..." Samuel managed to say as he stepped aside from the doorway. He would have one of them open it for him, he had to maintain his image.
"Our prime directive is obedience. McCoy will see things our way....understand?" Samuel directed, "Use any means necessary..."
"That's an order" He added, his cold eyes sending an unspoken threat.
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Post by scott on Jul 8, 2007 7:59:11 GMT -4
Watching Commander Guthrie walk with a confident and cocky swagger was really difficult for Scott. There was nothing really wrong with enjoying what you did, but one of his biggest (unvoiced) complaints about Commander Guthrie was the fact that he was overconfident. It was dangerous.
The Research Center was pristine. Highly polished floors mirroring bright fluorescent lights as their boots clapped down the hallways to his office. There were no real guards or anything to deal with. Scott wondered just what kind of unseen security system Dr. McCoy had. He didn't believe for a second that there wasn't one.
That civilian, Dr. Smith had joined them on their mission. Though Scott wasn't an empath, he could only guess that she didn't like it here. There was often quite a bit of disdain in her voice, or a glance that she might have thought nobody had caught. It was one of the perks to having your eyes always hidden from view. You saw things that nobody was aware of.
The way this could have went down was very smoothly. The threat was just in their presence...stating it was more than a little redundant. Unfortunately Commander Guthrie didn't seem to know that as he barked out orders to Dr. McCoy like he was a soldier at boot camp.
The other benefit to wearing ruby quartz shades? Nobody saw him roll his eyes.
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Post by Deefer Mallone on Jul 8, 2007 13:52:29 GMT -4
Deefer had taken the time during the short walk over to straighten out her uniform and smooth out her damp hair, it wouldn't do to look unprofessional. She managed to get herself looking presentable, at least, and made up for the rest of it with stance. Years of military academy before her SHIELD training had drilled the perfect soldier stance into her.
She glanced over briefly when Dr. Smith made her appearance. Deefer didn't really get along with the woman, but maybe that was because whenever she had to visit her it was because she was injured, and being injured always made the Japanese woman disagreeable, it felt like failure.
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Post by Rogue on Jul 8, 2007 15:07:04 GMT -4
Anna was a soldier, but a wounded one at that.
She’d been sleeping when the call came over for anyone available to join Sam in a meeting. Ever since her accident, she’d been a little edgy and, if possible, more drained. Perhaps it was because she was finding the cause to get up every morning wasn’t as strong of a goal in her mind. Maybe it was the dream of a certain Cajun that kept her entranced.
Or, you know— maybe— maybe she was just a deep sleeper.
Either way, she woke up painfully late, and as the last overhead request was sounding, Anna was scrambling to get her clothes on while grasping at the sharp stitch that had developed in her side. When she finally made it out into the hallway, slowed a bit by her healing condition, she decided to head the group off and take a trip to Dr.McCoy’s offices.
Thanking God for her conversation with Sam the other day, she kissed her crucifix and ran down to meet the group.
She got there just after Dr. Smith, and stepped up behind the Commander, not alerting him to her presence. That is, until she reached to open the door for his ‘royal highness.’ Anna knew all to well that he refused to even touch the handles of doors if there was someone lower than him around to do the work for him. It was an ego thing.
“Commander.”
Her voice was low, gracious, and she bowed her head, holding the door open for the group.
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Post by Kenny Orion on Jul 8, 2007 17:39:40 GMT -4
As he looked at Commander Guthrie with a stare of disdain Kenny was following along the marching soldiers after the meeting was done. While he marched along he knew that Guthrie has always given him a tough time but Kenny didn't mind this time, he was gonna prove himself one way or another that he can do something right.
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Post by meltdown on Jul 9, 2007 2:14:53 GMT -4
Guthrie had said to use any means necessary. Tabitha hated that she missed the briefing. She was completely lost as to what was going on. Guthrie was thowing his weight and rank around, once again. The only thing she did know was that they were going to coerce Dr. McCoy into participating with them.
It was a shame really. Tabitha felt more at ease in the laboratory or the medical wing of the castle than she did anywhere else.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Jul 9, 2007 17:24:08 GMT -4
"Thank you Anna, and nice of you to join us..." He said, masking a tinge of bitterness.
His latest attempt to woo her had been less than stellar. In fact, he was certain that if he tried it again, it would have to be drastic...
And he would have to contend with that priest as well. It was a pity really, that she couldn't see the majesty of Samuel's very presence, the sheer perfection in every move he made.
He would have to open her eyes, that was for sure.
But that would have to wait, for he had more pressing matters to deal with at this time.
He stormed through the door, duffel in hand and stood, waiting to be acknowledged by McCoy.
The five seconds he waited was too long.
"Dr. McCoy...." He stated flatly, fully expecting a respectful reply.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Jul 9, 2007 18:00:14 GMT -4
There was a long silence.
Henry McCoy sat hunched over his desk, the spectacles at the end of his nose wavering only slightly between the computer screen and an almost indecipherable report his taloned blue finger traced on a sheaf of continuous paper with alternating lines of green and white.
Almost indecipherable to anyone except Henry McCoy, that is.
For a few moments it might have appeared that Henry had not heard the entrance and the "greeting" that broke the silence around him but then he nodded slightly and rolled his dark blue eyes up to meet Sam's. The spectacles did not follow.
"...seventy-three", he mumbled to himself. The scowl that met Sam Guthrie's impertinent gaze held a more personal message that the words did not. "Commander", Henry replied, a clear note of irritation in his voice at the interruption. "...what can I do for you?"
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Jul 9, 2007 18:15:21 GMT -4
They were not off to a good start, that much was true.
He stalked into the room, and heavily placed the black duffel onto a nearby table. He didn't particularly care what may have been laying there before, it made no difference when compared to the project he had for McCoy.
"Let me ask you something Doctor..." Samuel began, his own irritation slipping through his speech, "And please answer honestly..."
He motioned to his soldiers. A series of hand signals to the uneducated eye, but to a SHIELD soldier meant much more,
Two of you; cover the door, Two of you outside; crowd control.
"Would you consider yourself a patriot?" Samuel asked, a slow smile coming to his face.
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Post by meltdown on Jul 9, 2007 21:57:31 GMT -4
Tabitha decided that it was not imperative for her to remain in the lab with Commander Guthrie for his dealings with Dr. McCoy. Guthrie had told the soldiers to use any means necessary but she was fairly certain that the meeting would not come to blows. Samuel Guthrie was arrogant and hotheaded but he wasn't stupid. Hank McCoy was probably the most sophisticated mind there was but he wasn't a pushover either.
Tabitha couldn't exactly voice that she disapproved of Guthries tactics. In the grand scheme of things you had to pick your battles. Some things you had to tolerate, but that didn't mean you had accept them.
It did leave a dispicable taste in her mouth to turn a blind eye to Guthrie's actions like she was doing now as she waited outside the lab. She wished desperately now that she had ignored Cannonball's summons.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Jul 11, 2007 1:24:43 GMT -4
Henry's gaze narrowed as he considered Guthrie's words. Some kind of chess game, he thought to himself, but he wasn't certain why. The movements of the commander and his team did not escape Henry's notice either.
Whatever the game was, it was a dangerous one.
"I have made more sacrifices", Henry answered slowly, still searching Guthrie's face for the point of his query, "than almost anyone."
His tone became noticeably defensive.
"You have a reason for this....challenge...?", Henry asked. The final word held a mixture of indignance and a challenge of his own.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Jul 11, 2007 1:47:54 GMT -4
"Of course....of course," Samuel continued, "I ask of course, because of a pressing....problem, that concerns the entire empire..."
And my job. And my life.
"I realize you've made sacrifices, we all have for the glory of Magneto, but realize this..." Samuel felt compelled to say, "It is my responsibility to wash away the filth that attempts to pollute this utopia...and should SHIELD fail...."
Samuel stopped himself, that was enough exposition. The scientist's curiosity must have been aroused by now. However, Samuel had become caught up in his own tirade, so he gathered his thoughts and continued.
"The contents of this bag and file are extremely classified," Samuel stated, it was a simple phrase but the menace behind it was all too apparent.
A slight grin crossed Samuel's face; "Are you not intrigued? Surely an inquisitive mind such as your's must be dying to see what all this fuss is about..."
He rested his hand on the duffel, giving it a few steady pats.
"Go on...take a peek..."
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Post by scott on Jul 11, 2007 7:29:25 GMT -4
Noting the hand signals, Scott was torn. Part of him thought it was best to stay in the room and watch the proceedings unfold for fear that Commander Guthrie was going to do something irrational, and part of him just wanted to get out of the room. In the end he looked around at Deefer and Anna. Those two were more than capable of handling things should they get out of control. He joined the doctor outside momentarily.
Just before the door clicked shut he heard the defensive tone Dr. McCoy used. The silence that followed in the hallway was almost deafening. Looking over at Dr. Smith, Scott tried to get a read on her.
"You disapprove of this?"
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