06-27-2014, 07:48 AM
Everyone knew about the shit going down in the middle east. Unless a guy was stuck in the jungle and never heard of things called satellites. Up until yesterday, there was plenty of time to sit around and scroll the news headlines - between episodes of Rump and Stump of course. Not that the Legion allowed for guys to sit around on their ass and watch cartoons, but there were things called breaks once in a while - and what else are you going to do in Africa? Sight-seeing? Take a tour? Go fishing? Hah! Actually, fishing wasn't a bad idea. There had to be some hella monstrous fish around. Maybe take a vessel out to sea for a day? Drop a pole in the deep waters? That's it. I'm doing that. ... Someday.
He had been listening to Miki. But it was some unconscious shields that threw themselves up between truly absorbing what the other Legionnaire was actually saying and Jay's fully absorbing what it meant. An entire Batallion, gone, in a night, fighting a war that wasn't theirs.
"Wonder how much money the CEO pulled out of the Custody's ass for that one."
He understood the Legion was a private enterprise, but Danjou wasn't in the business of bailing out the CCD out of the kindness of his heart. They paid up - and a deep anchor in Jay's heart wondered how much the lives of an entire Batallion were worth. He frowned at his own question and watched, jealous, of the way the kitten was oblivious to all the morbid talk.
"Wait a second."
Jay interrupted his own thoughts and looked up at Miki. He'd pulled over a chair and sat with enough weight to look like he'd been in need of a rest. Fuck, but Jay wished he was the one run ragged and Miki laying around drugged and sleeping. He felt like a complete useless imbecile, laying there with wounded brothers waiting on him hand and foot. "This happened last night and yesterday? The shit in Jeddah?"
Jay's eyes darted back and forth as he calculated the time difference. "That would have been happening at the same time as all this,"
he waved his hand around the room indicating Freetown as a whole. "And the CEO was in Jeddah, right? I thought he was in command of all major operations for the Legion."
He snorted, dry. "Two guesses which of the theaters the media is going to be covering. One hint: it won't be Freetown."
Maybe Jay was still too new to understand the chain of command. Damn french - he took french in tenth grade - for the girls of course - but the only things he actually learned from those days were not too applicable to the current situation. He doubted Miki wanted to hear how beautiful his eyes were or how his dress would look better on Jay's floor.
So maybe Jay just couldn't wrap his head around it, but the question was still there. "So if he was in command at Jeddah. Either he was watching over two completely different theaters at once,
which meant the guy was far more impressive than Jay realized, or someone else had final say while he was busy."
The kitten pawed up, claws and all, to sniff Jay's chin. By the end of the day his chest was going to be a tangle of thin red lines.
Maybe Jay had no clue how the Legion operated at all. But he doubted it.
If Jacques Danjou was here in an hour, Jay was going to need to figure out how to stand up on his own by then. Like hell if he was going to be laying around on his back when the CEO strolled by.
He moved the kitten to his lap and tried to sit up. "Probably too much to hope for crutches, eh Jagger?"
Miki - mik; aka, Jagger - with his big mouth, lanky height and scraggly hair shrugged.
He had been listening to Miki. But it was some unconscious shields that threw themselves up between truly absorbing what the other Legionnaire was actually saying and Jay's fully absorbing what it meant. An entire Batallion, gone, in a night, fighting a war that wasn't theirs.
"Wonder how much money the CEO pulled out of the Custody's ass for that one."
He understood the Legion was a private enterprise, but Danjou wasn't in the business of bailing out the CCD out of the kindness of his heart. They paid up - and a deep anchor in Jay's heart wondered how much the lives of an entire Batallion were worth. He frowned at his own question and watched, jealous, of the way the kitten was oblivious to all the morbid talk.
"Wait a second."
Jay interrupted his own thoughts and looked up at Miki. He'd pulled over a chair and sat with enough weight to look like he'd been in need of a rest. Fuck, but Jay wished he was the one run ragged and Miki laying around drugged and sleeping. He felt like a complete useless imbecile, laying there with wounded brothers waiting on him hand and foot. "This happened last night and yesterday? The shit in Jeddah?"
Jay's eyes darted back and forth as he calculated the time difference. "That would have been happening at the same time as all this,"
he waved his hand around the room indicating Freetown as a whole. "And the CEO was in Jeddah, right? I thought he was in command of all major operations for the Legion."
He snorted, dry. "Two guesses which of the theaters the media is going to be covering. One hint: it won't be Freetown."
Maybe Jay was still too new to understand the chain of command. Damn french - he took french in tenth grade - for the girls of course - but the only things he actually learned from those days were not too applicable to the current situation. He doubted Miki wanted to hear how beautiful his eyes were or how his dress would look better on Jay's floor.
So maybe Jay just couldn't wrap his head around it, but the question was still there. "So if he was in command at Jeddah. Either he was watching over two completely different theaters at once,
which meant the guy was far more impressive than Jay realized, or someone else had final say while he was busy."
The kitten pawed up, claws and all, to sniff Jay's chin. By the end of the day his chest was going to be a tangle of thin red lines.
Maybe Jay had no clue how the Legion operated at all. But he doubted it.
If Jacques Danjou was here in an hour, Jay was going to need to figure out how to stand up on his own by then. Like hell if he was going to be laying around on his back when the CEO strolled by.
He moved the kitten to his lap and tried to sit up. "Probably too much to hope for crutches, eh Jagger?"
Miki - mik; aka, Jagger - with his big mouth, lanky height and scraggly hair shrugged.
Only darkness shows you the light.