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 Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 11:46 pm
A look of anger crossed Moreau's face. "Are you saying you'd like to spend the rest of your days in prison. At the very least?" Moreau's anger turned to a grin after a moment.
"I highly doubt that, after all, you've worked for me this long." he said with a smirk. The two guards, taking the cue got a bit closer.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 11:55 pm
James lowered the glasses on his face, a rare action, and stared down the two hired guards. He wasn't about to let himself be intimidated. He knew what future awaited him, be it here or there. But after all these years and remorse, he wasn't going to continue this dirtywork.
"I'm willing to face the consequences, so be it. But this is it. I'm out. I can't be a part of this any longer. You have enough "Subjects". I'm not going to ******** ruin any more lives. Mine is already ruined."
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:01 am
Jamal quirked a brow as words were exchanged, both parties having an edge to their tone that didn't bode well for the 'coworker' image. Who the hell was the redhead? Was that Moreau? He sort of looked like the guy at the Halloween party, but Jamal had been pretty messed up at the time, and so wasn't 100% sure.
So James was destined for prison also...Jamal almost felt sympathy for the man. Almost. In his mind, the pilot had all the chances in the world to stop being a part of this disgusting ******** had a helicopter at his disposal for christsake!
He dared to slink a little closer, hugging the tree line tightly as he went, as James spoke.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:01 am
A look of disbelief crossed his face for a moment, then it was replaced with that familar smirk.
"Ahhh... but what about your family?" Moreau grinned. "You know my resources."
He crossed his arms "If you went to jail, who would look after them. Who would notice if a few went missing. Maybe ended up here... or worse. You know where are worse places James Brodstrom."
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:08 am
James had thought through what he was going to say a hundred times over. He had almost given this speach before almost as many times.
Never, however, did THIS come into play. He was... threatening his family?
"What did you say?" James's voice was low, dangerous, and he took a step closer to the doctor. "You wouldn't dare. They've got friends... other family. You don't know who you're messing with." Yes, it was a bluff, but James was good at bluffing. He was well aware of Moreau's extensive resources. And the teams of people who crafted believable lies to people who asked questions.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:10 am
"Who the ******** is this guy?" Jamal thought privately, giving Moreau a narrowed glare of disgust. It would make sense if he was head honcho...it didn't seem like he had ANY guilt about anything.
James didn't seem to take it lightly though, which was heartening. If James was really serious about stopping his activities in helping the staff here, then Jamal could possibly forgive him in time. Besides, the pilot was a big, black man. You don't ******** with that.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:13 am
Moreau didn't look intimidated at all.
"Husband goes to jail, shamed family moves away. It's believable enough." He crossed his arms and shrugged.
"Face it, your mine Mr. Brodstrom." he said looking smug.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:19 am
<******** you, Moreau." James shot back before even giving thought to his words.
"You don't OWN me. I work for you, and I can Goddamn quit this ******** JOB. I'm the one with the Helicopter"
Was Moreau bluffing? James knew, as much as it sickened him, that he wasn't. He had done worse already. What were a few more subjects to him to add to his menagerie. James had known Moreau to be a heartless b*****d, but never quite wanted to see the full picture in clear cut black and white as it was being presented to him now.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:25 am
"Despite tenure, I think you'll find the helicopter is very much Feral Labs property. It doesn't go anywhere when I don't want it to. Besides, look at that weather. Perhaps nature is telling you who is really in charge here." the look of utter victory across his face. Whether James knew it or not, Moreau knew he'd already won.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:30 am
Jamal again had to supress the urge to growl. So it WAS Moreau. Man that guy was a cocky son-of-a-b***h. How could he threaten a man's family like that!?
If Jamal wasn't already walking on eggshells after trying to munch on Antony, he probably would have come out of his hiding place and cause the man a little more trouble, but he knew better. This was the sick b*****d that ran the entire operation, plus he had bodyguards. Jamal wasn't stupid enough to think he could take three people on his own.
Instead, he shifted ever so slowly as to not cause a loud, distracting rustle of leaves where he was hiding, and continued to watch. He sort of wanted James to take a swing at the redhaired guy to see what Moreau would do so Jamal could get an idea of his immediate reactions to danger. It could be useful knowledge later.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:37 am
James was used to putting up a confident, if not sometimes overconfident front. It gave people pause for thought and let him gauge if he had a shot at getting away with something, calling someone else's bluff. However, he saw the unwavering egomaniacal look in Moreau's eyes as a response.
He glanced at the aformentioned skies. The thunderheads were getting closer, but ******** it. He had flown in worse. With only the voice of his middle finger, James was back in the cockpit. He reached for the starter and flipped it.... to a grinding and then... silence. With a shout of frustration, James tried it a second... and a third time. Each time the engine refused to turn over. Even the blades of the rotor didn't start spinning.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:44 am
Jamal watched James stalk to the helicopter. Was he really going to try to leave when Moreau said no? He was damn near going to steal the helicopter! Jamal then remembered what Moreau had said about prison. James must have done something pretty bad to have run from the cops like he himself had done. Had he murdered someone too? Or was it some sort of grand theft? Surely the theft of a helicopter would be the icing on the cake of whatever rap sheet Moreau had on the man.
However, when nothing happened with the chopper, Jamal grew puzzled. Why wasn't he leaving? Second thoughts maybe? He thought he heard the engine come on, but nothing happened.
"Jus' ********' leave," Jamal grumbled privately to himself, staring at the chopper. What was the hold up?
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:45 am
Moreau didn't have time for this, he had more important things to take care of. Besides, he knew he'd won, where James was concerned. Moreau got back in the jeep as James tried to crank the engine.
He was already pulling back out towards the labs as James got frustrated and quit. He reminded himself to have Mr. Brodstrom's access rights revoked a bit. Maybe being on the island during this would cement his proper place in this affair.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:51 am
Loud swearing was subsequently heard from the cockpit as the big man pushed himself back out and onto the tarmac, ripping the glasses from his face as he saw Moreau driving off with the guards. <******** you!" He shouted after the vehicle, and bent down, drawing a wicked looking bowie knife from an ankle sheath and tossed it ineffectually after the vehicle, where it stuck in the ground about twenty feet from James.
He swore again, and made to stalk off before reconsidering for a moment and retreiving the knife. He had heard SOME stories filtered down from some of the labtechs and other workers who helped unload supplies from the cargo runs about how dangerous some of the islanders were getting.
He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't particularly care at the moment.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 1:00 am
The black man found a deep hatred nestle in his chest for the red-haired man. Everything about him rubbed Jamal wrong. He would have no sympathy for this b*****d should the pilot decide he was tired of arguing. However, it wasn't to be.
Jamal watched Moreau drive away and was mildly surprised to see the glittering knife fly in the same direction, thrown from a rather irrate James. He didn't think ANYONE was allowed weaponry of that sort if they dealt with islanders. At least...Jamal had never seen any of them use physical force aside from the zapping, which Jamal was well versed in. What sort of criminal was this guy? Surely if he was a violent sort, they wouldn't let him have a knife? Or would they?
James then started to stalk off and Jamal's first instinct was to retrieve the knife, but unfortunately was stopped before he could even move when the black man did an about-face and picked it up as an afterthough. Damn.
The tiger watched James thoughtfully from his concealed hiding spot. The pilot looked like he had a temper on him and now apparently had a strong dislike for Moreau. Perfect. If Jamal could perhaps persuade this man to join forces...James was certainly a formidable man. Jamal filed this incident away into his memory for now. He would muse over it over dinner, perhaps.
When both men were gone, Jamal allowed himself the liberty of leaving the area, careful to listen in case one was still relatively nearby. He didn't want to get pegged as an eavesdropper.
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