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Post by Hank McCoy on Aug 28, 2007 7:14:19 GMT -4
Henry waited for the others to get well beyond the range of hearing.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Commander", he said and with a shove let the younger man go. It was part assessment, part dismissal, part threat. "But I will give you this much for free."
"You underestimate your opponents and what they are capable of", Henry warned, "and it may be the death of you." The corners of his lips curved slightly upward. "But if you ever threaten me or my family again, I promise you....I will be."
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Aug 28, 2007 12:03:14 GMT -4
Samuel Guthrie stood, dusted himself off, and began to tidy himself up.
"You underestimate your opponents and what they are capable of...and it may be the death of you."
Samuel fought the urge to laugh. The inferiors would fall soon enough.
McCoy was the one playing a dangerous game, not him. Samuel was untouchable, despite the Doctor's threats and whispers.
He had embarrassed him in front of his troops, and made a fool of him to boot. For that, there would be consequences.
How, when, or where was beyond him. But it would happen.
And as he gathered his mechanical trophy up into the duffel, not forgetting to place the "love letter" from Nick Fury into his pocket, he chuckled slightly.
"But if you ever threaten me or my family again, I promise you....I will be."
As he headed for the door, he sent a cold glance towards McCoy. It wasn't to issue a challenge, or to scoff at the notion. Guthrie had grown used to death threats. His life had been threatened since he was a child.
Oh, Dr. McCoy....for someone who is so well read on the subject of genetics and evolution...." He thought to himself. You seem to have neglected a very important fact....
The beginnings of a smirk flashed across his features.
Things change
McCoy may have had the upper hand for now, but a day would come when Samuel Guthrie would have the upper hand. And McCoy would rue the day he made a fool of Samuel Guthrie.
"I'll return to you in a week, I'll leave my entourage at home. I promise to be on my best behavior..." Samuel added, "Perhaps, things will go a bit more smoothly."
This wasn't a retreat. It was strategy.
He exited, saying nothing to his troops. He didn't handle defeat well, and it would be wise to keep their distance.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Aug 28, 2007 13:09:17 GMT -4
Henry waited while his pulse and breathing slowed. His fists and his teeth slowly unclenched. The anger in his features softened, but the hint of a smile did not. By the time he spoke, he was well alone.
"Somehow, Commander", Henry said quietly, "I doubt it."
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