Who: Bishop Coldiron and Erik Roberts. Where: Middle of nowhere near Beverly Villas. What: Blobs, explosions, experiments, y’know grown men acting like little boys when things go ‘boom’. When: June 8th, 2018 (Backdated)
Hours had passed by this point, small remnants of previous experiments of the explosive variety sat littered across the barren land of what was once Beverly Villas. Bishop was assuming the place had been nice at one point, but now it was full of empty shells and served them just fine as a staging ground for their particular brand of fun.
Though if you asked anyone they were doing this for the sake of the good people of Austin. Sussing out if they could destroy the blobs, or, and this one was Bishop’s personal favorite, figuring out if the things could be weaponized and used in their favor.
But let’s be real here, they just wanted to blow these red, jiggly suckers up.
“3, 2, 1,” Was hollered before a loud ‘boom’ could be heard and yet another blob caught fire and exploded like something that had been left inside of a microwave for too long.
“That was spectacularly bigger than the last one,” the barely bridled glee at seeing the thing explode was evident in Bishop’s voice, even with it being muffled by the gas mask currently secured over his face. “So tell me are we doing that again, making it bigger, or taking off these gas masks and testing out the theory that blowing these suckers up could make the infection go airborne?” Erik was the mastermind behind this particular experiment, so Bishop was finding himself deferring to the other man as to when and how they would change or escalate what they were doing.
So far Bishop couldn’t make heads or tails of what they might be learning from this. He was a smart man, but science wasn’t his forte - at least not such precise sciences. Knowing how to set a charge or fabricate a bomb was one thing. Figuring out if those blobs could be of any use to them, well, that was all Erik. The whole time they had been standing in this barren and middle of nowhere place, Bishop had been studying him, still not completely on board with the line the other man fed people, the one about him just being a mechanic. He liked the other guy though, so he didn’t pry. Wouldn’t unless he got some kind of proof that confirmed that prying into this man and his history was something that needed to be done.
Scuffing the toe of his boot against the dirt covered ground, he cast a sidelong look at the two Prospects he had brought along. So far today they had been doing grunt work, putting them up close and personal with the blobs. In truth Bishop was testing them, seeing how far they could be pushed or where they might draw the line on doing something. So far neither one had hesitated. If they made it through their Prospect period, he believed they would make good additions to the Dog Park.
So this little adventure had been twofold. Blow shit up and test out new Prospects.
That last part Bishop didn’t fill Erik in on. The man knew he was a Hellhound, but he didn’t need to know anything else.
“So tell me mechanic, are we getting any usable data here?”