"Matthew D." (propatria) wrote in repose, @ 2016-05-23 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, matt devlin, steve mcrory |
[quicklog: tethys - steve/matt]
[The mission, such as it was, was a pretty straightforward thing. Protect the civilians, get them clear of anything glowing and sputtering its own death throes over and over again, and give them adequate precautions to stay safe. The only thing that made it complicated was the lack of civilians left to protect.
And the pitch darkness, and the sound of screeching echoing formlessly down metal hallways, with no good source to pinpoint its location. And the uncomfortable feeling that he had met the man beside him before.
Matt said nothing at all when they first broke off from Cat. He knew she'd be meeting someone, but it went against every instinct he had, letting her go off on her own. He'd seen that thing creeping inside her leg, and she was like him, he didn't doubt. If there was any chance something was going to wind its way around her brain - just thinking about it, metal tendrils in gray matter, made his fingers twitch - then she'd end it. And she'd be alone. Which wasn't right.
The man at his side carried the sheet of metal he'd since identified as a door as if it was typical. He had experience fighting with one, seemed like. Who trained with a shield anymore? It was like there was an itch on the inside of his skull he couldn't scratch.
The hallway stretched ahead, unlit except by those low, blue lights.]
Know Cat?