08-27-2013, 10:03 PM
The departure of Aria and Rune from the forgotten sub-basement brought with it the one thing he had been craving since he had strapped the damn creature to that chair. Silence. A silence the Rougarou only broke once before he rendered the damn thing soundly unconscious again.
He sat for a time just enjoying that silence, sipping the beer Aria had brought him, but that only lasted him so long before it was gone. The hours of the night dragged on, and it finally became time to be constructive again.
By the time Tehya arrived, he had been busy for hours. Where Aria and Rune had probably made the healthy decision to go to ground, get a few hours sleep. When Tehya entered, Hood had eventually given in and fired up the generator and turning on the flood lights. What little debris that had crowded the floor at the edges of the room had been schooled into a pile. He had stripped down the tac-vest and ballistic vest, and left the SMG tucked away while keeping his pistol strapped to his leg.
When she arrived he had been awake all day but didn't seem any worse for wear for it. A handful of empty energy bar wrappers and zip-lock bags that once held trail mix or jerky, sat on the table. He was lingering near the door, two heavy cinder blocks he had apparently been using as weights sitting on the floor next to him and one hand on his pistol.
He eyed Tehya for a moment, glancing at her tattoo. They still seemed so bloody ridiculous. How had they managed to go unnoticed so long without being noticed by someone? It was impressive. His belief that the Atharim were a predominately male organization was starting to slip too.
He glanced at the again slowly stirring Rougarou then picked up the two cinder blocks and set them in an out of the way corner, "One civilian dead when we got there. Another civilian escaped alive. The would-be burglar from the incident at the Baccarat. Two Rougarou dead. One Bannik. Your girls are probably at the safe house..."
he glanced at his watch and shrugged dismissively, "probably sleeping by now. Better be sleeping."
He sat for a time just enjoying that silence, sipping the beer Aria had brought him, but that only lasted him so long before it was gone. The hours of the night dragged on, and it finally became time to be constructive again.
By the time Tehya arrived, he had been busy for hours. Where Aria and Rune had probably made the healthy decision to go to ground, get a few hours sleep. When Tehya entered, Hood had eventually given in and fired up the generator and turning on the flood lights. What little debris that had crowded the floor at the edges of the room had been schooled into a pile. He had stripped down the tac-vest and ballistic vest, and left the SMG tucked away while keeping his pistol strapped to his leg.
When she arrived he had been awake all day but didn't seem any worse for wear for it. A handful of empty energy bar wrappers and zip-lock bags that once held trail mix or jerky, sat on the table. He was lingering near the door, two heavy cinder blocks he had apparently been using as weights sitting on the floor next to him and one hand on his pistol.
He eyed Tehya for a moment, glancing at her tattoo. They still seemed so bloody ridiculous. How had they managed to go unnoticed so long without being noticed by someone? It was impressive. His belief that the Atharim were a predominately male organization was starting to slip too.
He glanced at the again slowly stirring Rougarou then picked up the two cinder blocks and set them in an out of the way corner, "One civilian dead when we got there. Another civilian escaped alive. The would-be burglar from the incident at the Baccarat. Two Rougarou dead. One Bannik. Your girls are probably at the safe house..."
he glanced at his watch and shrugged dismissively, "probably sleeping by now. Better be sleeping."