Re: Epic Clash Round 4 - The Unholy Fortress
07-16-2010, 10:59 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
Spender was sitting two feet from where he fell, leaning up against the wall.
Mostly, he was in shock. It was beyond his memory to come up with a time when he didn't have the ATM device attached to his mind, firmly and unwaveringly offering support no matter what the circumstance.
He was also running through circumstance in his head, trying to think of a way to get it back--or to get another one. But even if he went home, he wasn't sure they could give him another. The devices were in some ways a legacy, and they chose their owners.
He'd already done a thorough inventory of his remaining coins. Mostly standard fare, although he had one or two 'specials' that could be modified into almost anything, using his advanced knowledge; however, they had to last until he could get home, if he COULD get home, and if not, well...
Well, he was a soldier. Soldiers do die. They just need to make sure they've done all they can, first.
Spender's hallway stretched long and dark into the distance. Somehow, he made his way to his feet, and hands in his pockets, he started walking. Although there was no light, his feet were sure, if slow.
He wondered if Thomas would understand. After everything he'd said about stopping the Overseer, his chances were now next to null, even if he got that far. He'd probably die trying--possible or not, it was still the only role he had here. With the power he had displayed, the Overseer could easily hide from the entire rest of the agency even if he could get back and collect enough backup to take him on.
But if he did die trying... if he did get all the way to the end and lose... then nobody wins. Or, worse, the the Overseer wins. He wasn't sure he could accept that.
Spender was sitting two feet from where he fell, leaning up against the wall.
Mostly, he was in shock. It was beyond his memory to come up with a time when he didn't have the ATM device attached to his mind, firmly and unwaveringly offering support no matter what the circumstance.
He was also running through circumstance in his head, trying to think of a way to get it back--or to get another one. But even if he went home, he wasn't sure they could give him another. The devices were in some ways a legacy, and they chose their owners.
He'd already done a thorough inventory of his remaining coins. Mostly standard fare, although he had one or two 'specials' that could be modified into almost anything, using his advanced knowledge; however, they had to last until he could get home, if he COULD get home, and if not, well...
Well, he was a soldier. Soldiers do die. They just need to make sure they've done all they can, first.
Spender's hallway stretched long and dark into the distance. Somehow, he made his way to his feet, and hands in his pockets, he started walking. Although there was no light, his feet were sure, if slow.
He wondered if Thomas would understand. After everything he'd said about stopping the Overseer, his chances were now next to null, even if he got that far. He'd probably die trying--possible or not, it was still the only role he had here. With the power he had displayed, the Overseer could easily hide from the entire rest of the agency even if he could get back and collect enough backup to take him on.
But if he did die trying... if he did get all the way to the end and lose... then nobody wins. Or, worse, the the Overseer wins. He wasn't sure he could accept that.