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missingthekeep) wrote2011-03-27 03:36 am
missingthekeep) wrote2011-03-27 03:36 am
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Homeplot: Border Crossing
It's a long damn time before they manage to get a moment to themselves. The ride to the border had been miserable, dealing with awkward explanations in between jibes and taunts from a man who seemed more enamoured with the idea of killing the two of them than the target of his mission, so much so that by the time they came across Romanova's car abandoned by the side of the road about twenty miles out, Sean had been ready to put a bullet between Creed's eyes and try his luck on his own with Meredith. Still, the prospect of wandering stranded through Soviet territory with no reason for being there, legal or otherwise, struck him as marginally more insane than playing along with all of this, so he reined in the impulse.
They almost snagged a minute alone at the guard station, but Wolverine had vetoed his request to stay with her in the back of the truck at the last second, leading to an argument that had ended with his taking her along as they ventured out. It had ended both far better and far worse than it could have; the guards had all been dead, which made things pretty easy for them, but the perpetrator had insisted on tagging along with them the rest of the way, and if there was one person he trusted less in all of this than Creed, it was Mystique. Any chance they'd have had to break away from the group to talk after that had been lost when their hostage and driver, Ivan, had made a break for it and needed to be chased down.
All in all, the idea of ditching the lot of them and getting as far as his scream will go is starting to look more and more appealing. Eventually, though, they get their chance.
They're stopped at a small village for supplies to get them the rest of the way to Minsk, where Ivan's informed them the Black Widow is heading. For an interrogator, he sure doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut. Stashing the truck behind a two-storey box of a building (the biggest one in the entire town), a discussion ensues about how to split everyone up to get everything they need. While splitting up at all strikes Sean as a truly terrible idea, given all the unknown factors in the group, it's exactly what he's been wishing for for hours, so he's not about to complain. It's another matter entirely to get them to agree to let he and Meredith go off on their own, but he's nothing if not persistent, and eventually, they strike off under the pretense of securing breakfast for everyone with a plan to meet back at the truck in half an hour.
Finally.
They almost snagged a minute alone at the guard station, but Wolverine had vetoed his request to stay with her in the back of the truck at the last second, leading to an argument that had ended with his taking her along as they ventured out. It had ended both far better and far worse than it could have; the guards had all been dead, which made things pretty easy for them, but the perpetrator had insisted on tagging along with them the rest of the way, and if there was one person he trusted less in all of this than Creed, it was Mystique. Any chance they'd have had to break away from the group to talk after that had been lost when their hostage and driver, Ivan, had made a break for it and needed to be chased down.
All in all, the idea of ditching the lot of them and getting as far as his scream will go is starting to look more and more appealing. Eventually, though, they get their chance.
They're stopped at a small village for supplies to get them the rest of the way to Minsk, where Ivan's informed them the Black Widow is heading. For an interrogator, he sure doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut. Stashing the truck behind a two-storey box of a building (the biggest one in the entire town), a discussion ensues about how to split everyone up to get everything they need. While splitting up at all strikes Sean as a truly terrible idea, given all the unknown factors in the group, it's exactly what he's been wishing for for hours, so he's not about to complain. It's another matter entirely to get them to agree to let he and Meredith go off on their own, but he's nothing if not persistent, and eventually, they strike off under the pretense of securing breakfast for everyone with a plan to meet back at the truck in half an hour.
Finally.
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"Friendly fire, my arse," he mutters under his breath before turning to take care of the few soldiers who dare to come out of hiding to try taking advantage of his retreat. At first, it seems downright suicidal, but given the way Sabretooth is going at the fuel reserves in addition to whoever he can see, they're probably better off without the cover. It doesn't make a difference either way, their motivations not changing the effect that Sean's scream has on them. He has to force it this time, though, the toll it takes on his throat making itself known as he hits them hard and fast, throwing them back against the wall of the station. If they survive it, he'll have saved their lives, but that's cold comfort with the body count that's already been racked up, that continues to rise as Creed starts picking off the remaining soldiers when Sean finally joins them behind the bullet-ridden truck.
None of it's going to count for anything either way now that reinforcements are starting to pile out behind them, and all Sean can think is that he's going to die trying to look out for these lunatics. He's going to get Meredith killed because of them. He's... going to get let off the hook entirely, apparently, because a commanding Russian voice cuts through the din, shouting something about a training exercise and causing the soldiers to immediately stand down. Sean whirls around to see a man in a Major's uniform barking orders, but it isn't until he spots Wolverine lurking off to the side does it click that this was the plan all along. He still won't trust her for an instant, but at least Mystique's managed to prove her worth somehow. Without even waiting for the area to start clearing out, Sean takes advantage of the momentary confusion to extricate himself and quietly start making his way back down the street to their makeshift base camp.
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"It's okay," he says, his voice rough-edged and low. If he tells himself that it's all for her sake, to keep her steady and solid in the midst of all this madness, he can justify it.
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The others finally catch up at that moment, Wolverine cutting Sean off with a few barked orders of his own as soon as they're all within earshot. "As I'm sure you've guessed, we've officially worn out our welcome." This part in particular seems to be addressed to Sabretooth, who just flashes him a bloodstained grin in reply. "Finish packin' it all up, we're eating on the road."
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