it back up and fidget with a pen, clicking it furiously the more impatient he got. Watson took a twisted pleasure in making the man squirm.
Delacourt waited for a long enough pause to interject. “So what’s the plan?”
Watson looked at him incredulously. “There is no plan. Maybe, if my soldiers wake up, we can monitor them to see if they develop any unusual abilities and if they do, we can possibly use them if another alien invasion commences. I have no contingency for any of this and neither do you.”
Delacourt held his palms up defensively. “It’s your show, chief. I was just asking.”
But Watson knew there was more to his arrival than just witnessing what might happen to the two infected soldiers. H e was shifty and hard to read but his body language betrayed him. He was jumpy and agitated. He wanted something out of this. Watson worried about what that might be. He decided right then to keep a close eye on the sprightly Commander.
Escape Plan
The Grey Captain was growing more impatient by the minute. A rescue mission should have arrived by now or at the least, a mission of retribution. And yet all was silent with this filthy world.
That was problematic. They’d given up peacefully only because she had banked on a second wave to come for them when no one from the first wave issued a status report back to high command. It was protocol so where the hell was the cavalry?
If, for some unknown reason, they’d been abandoned, then her first instinct to give up was a poor choice. She’d made a horrible decision and now she had to rectify it. But what could she do to gather her people together to continue the fight, alone without reinforcements?
First, she had to escape. Then she had to find out what these humans had done with her mechanized armor. Inside the armor, she’d be able to pinpoint the exact location of every other mechanized unit on the planet. And where there was armor, her people would be held nearby.
She was strong enough to break out of the crudely built cell they were being held in, and fast enough to avoid detection. She assumed the armor was close so all she had to do was find it. With the armor, she was almost indestructible.
That thought brought back memories of those super humans they’d come up against last month. She’d assumed that there were more of them than the few she met which was why she’d given the order to surrender. Now she was having her doubts. None of the Earthlings she’d met since then showed any signs of unnatural abilities.
She had a feeling that her people, held captive all across the planet, regarded her as a coward and a traitor.
She was too proud to sit idly by and let that become true.
She had no concrete plan, but when she relayed to her men her intentions, they supported her escape plan with zeal. The fact that they’d get to kill humans with their bare hands was just an added bonus.
Rising Powers
Delacourt wanted to see the unconscious soldiers so Watson sent for Jack and Melanie too, to kill two birds with one stone.
The moment Melanie arrived; Delacourt first ogled her, and then began to gently tease her. He smiled impishly as he said, “How much do you bench press, young lady?”
She smiled but it wasn’t out of humor, more so out of politeness.
When she didn’t take the bait, he got more aggressive about it. He started referring to her as an Amazon and a she-hulk, all before they’d even arrived at the medical wing.
Jack considered teleporting him into the mouth of an active volcano or halfway through a wall, but Melanie seemed to let his thinly veiled insults slide right off her back. If she started to look uncomfortable, he’d step in in a heartbeat.
When Delacourt called her Melanie the Monolith , Watson put his arm over Delacourt’s shoulder and yanked his ear close to his mouth. He was spitting as he hissed threats at the hyperactive older man.
Delacourt regarded him curiously when he was let go. Then he smiled and
Delacourt waited for a long enough pause to interject. “So what’s the plan?”
Watson looked at him incredulously. “There is no plan. Maybe, if my soldiers wake up, we can monitor them to see if they develop any unusual abilities and if they do, we can possibly use them if another alien invasion commences. I have no contingency for any of this and neither do you.”
Delacourt held his palms up defensively. “It’s your show, chief. I was just asking.”
But Watson knew there was more to his arrival than just witnessing what might happen to the two infected soldiers. H e was shifty and hard to read but his body language betrayed him. He was jumpy and agitated. He wanted something out of this. Watson worried about what that might be. He decided right then to keep a close eye on the sprightly Commander.
Escape Plan
The Grey Captain was growing more impatient by the minute. A rescue mission should have arrived by now or at the least, a mission of retribution. And yet all was silent with this filthy world.
That was problematic. They’d given up peacefully only because she had banked on a second wave to come for them when no one from the first wave issued a status report back to high command. It was protocol so where the hell was the cavalry?
If, for some unknown reason, they’d been abandoned, then her first instinct to give up was a poor choice. She’d made a horrible decision and now she had to rectify it. But what could she do to gather her people together to continue the fight, alone without reinforcements?
First, she had to escape. Then she had to find out what these humans had done with her mechanized armor. Inside the armor, she’d be able to pinpoint the exact location of every other mechanized unit on the planet. And where there was armor, her people would be held nearby.
She was strong enough to break out of the crudely built cell they were being held in, and fast enough to avoid detection. She assumed the armor was close so all she had to do was find it. With the armor, she was almost indestructible.
That thought brought back memories of those super humans they’d come up against last month. She’d assumed that there were more of them than the few she met which was why she’d given the order to surrender. Now she was having her doubts. None of the Earthlings she’d met since then showed any signs of unnatural abilities.
She had a feeling that her people, held captive all across the planet, regarded her as a coward and a traitor.
She was too proud to sit idly by and let that become true.
She had no concrete plan, but when she relayed to her men her intentions, they supported her escape plan with zeal. The fact that they’d get to kill humans with their bare hands was just an added bonus.
Rising Powers
Delacourt wanted to see the unconscious soldiers so Watson sent for Jack and Melanie too, to kill two birds with one stone.
The moment Melanie arrived; Delacourt first ogled her, and then began to gently tease her. He smiled impishly as he said, “How much do you bench press, young lady?”
She smiled but it wasn’t out of humor, more so out of politeness.
When she didn’t take the bait, he got more aggressive about it. He started referring to her as an Amazon and a she-hulk, all before they’d even arrived at the medical wing.
Jack considered teleporting him into the mouth of an active volcano or halfway through a wall, but Melanie seemed to let his thinly veiled insults slide right off her back. If she started to look uncomfortable, he’d step in in a heartbeat.
When Delacourt called her Melanie the Monolith , Watson put his arm over Delacourt’s shoulder and yanked his ear close to his mouth. He was spitting as he hissed threats at the hyperactive older man.
Delacourt regarded him curiously when he was let go. Then he smiled and
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