did_unkindly: (; tight lipped and hollow eyed)
Jack Ryan ([personal profile] did_unkindly) wrote in [community profile] weathertop 2013-04-05 01:35 am (UTC)

Fun fact: Jack sees absolutely no problem with his plan, medically speaking. He has figured out by now that he can stick whatever the hell he finds lying around right into his veins without danger. Totally safe. God made ADAM and EVE, not ADAM and AIDS.

Wow. This puddle is piddling compared to what he'd get from a slug, even before you take into account what he's not going to be able to get off the floor.

He's still annoyed at the girl, as if all this is her fault, and a few moments later she takes the hint and runs off to her hidey-hole. And none too soon. A voice sounds down the tunnel behind them -- a man's voice, rough and slurred from long-time plasmid abuse.

"Little fish, little fish, let me come in," he calls, his voice echoing off the glass.

Jack looks up sharply. Shit. Called it.

Then he rises to his feet, hanging onto the syringe, and ignites his free hand. If this guy thinks he's getting away from here with anything better than fourth degree burns, he's got another thing coming.

"Little fish, what've you got theeeeere?"

"Mister Sinclair, you should move."

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