Playing with Fire
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
24
Views:
11,667
Reviews:
144
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Currently Reading:
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Watcher in the Dark
Itty bitty short chapter. Guess what? This thing has a plot, I'm just verbose and very easily side-tracked. I'll stay side-tracked for a while longer too - I've got about 9 more chapters written already and I *still* haven't gotten to the actual plot part yet. Oh well, this is a learning experience after all - hey, I hadn't evlannlanned on there being any smut. So much for that plan, eh?
Same as before
_word_ - started out underlined
*word* - started out bold
Don't own 'em - except this Masters jerk, and I really don't want him, he's a loser - wish I could just have Kurt, but if wishes were fishes... eh, you know the rest.
Read, enjoy, or read and hate - either one works for me. Letting me know one way or the other would be nice. Can't have everything though, can we?
WATCHER IN THE DARK
Eli Masters lowered his binoculars with a muffled curse. This was getting fucking ridiculous. He'd just had to sit here for the last twenty minutes watching that God damned blue-furred freak squatting in plain site without being able to do one damned thing about it. He was really starting to think this whole surveillance was just one big, frustrating exercise in futility.
The freak not only never left the grounds, no one had ever seen it come anywhere _near_ the perimeter of the grounds either. No damned wonder really. It obviously had the sense to not want anyone to see it, and if it got within their safe pickup range it would also be within plain view of anyone on the road.
He lifted his binoculars again to stare at the target, simmering with anger. The freak was still just sitting there, fiddling with something in its deformed hands, and staring into space.
_God, I wish I could trade this fucking tranq gun in for a good sniper rifle. Just one shot and no more furry freak to worry about!_ Masters thought with venom. _I'm so fucking sick of this job I could scream._
Just setting up surveillance without having that teep that ran the place or the Wolverine catch on to them had been an organizational and practical nightmare. The pickup restrictions they were under were to ensure not only getting in and out before either of the two could stop them, it was to get them out before they could be identified and tracked either. All they needed was to finally get their hands on the little animal only to have its friends track them down and tear the place apart trying to take it back.
This whole operation could be packed up and gone without a trace in the time it would take a retrieval team to tranq the thing, take out the relevant perimeter monitors and defenses, jump the wall, grab the target and be out. Well under ten minutes, probably under five if all went according to plan. The problem was, it didn't look like the opportunity to put all this planning into action was ever going to present itself.
Not if the brass still insisted that they had to stay completely beneath the radar of not only the local muties, but the government and the military. No overwhelming force and no traceable information of any kind left behind. Not even a bad smell for the Wolverine to piss and moan over if it could be helped. The idea was for the freak to disappear, literally, without a trace. If everything worked just right, in fact, it should look like it just took off on its own.
Masters was beginning to think it would take an act of God for that to happen though. He grunted in surprise as the thing unfolded itself from where it had been perched motionless on the wall by the drive for almost half an hour. As it leapt gracefully to the ground Masters was forcibly reminded of a very large cat. Damn he found it disturbing to watch the thing move! Nothing even arguably bipedal should flow that way.
Admittedly it would be *very* useful if they caught it, but there were still days when he wished that they could just blow the whole place and all the mutie freaks in it right back to whatever hell had spawned them and be done with it. He almost didn't care how useful the monster would be to the cause once they got hold of him, because he no longer thought there was any reasonable chance that they ever would.
No matter though, he had is orders and he'd follow them. As the creature stalked off in the direction of the woods to the south, Masters relayed its position and direction to the next sentinel in the southward line. He didn't delude himself anymore with false hopes that the thing would actually come within range, but orders were orders and it was someone else's problem for the time being.
With another quiet curse, Sergeant Eli Masters settled back down to wait out the remainder of his watch in the quiet chill of the New York spring.
Same as before
_word_ - started out underlined
*word* - started out bold
Don't own 'em - except this Masters jerk, and I really don't want him, he's a loser - wish I could just have Kurt, but if wishes were fishes... eh, you know the rest.
Read, enjoy, or read and hate - either one works for me. Letting me know one way or the other would be nice. Can't have everything though, can we?
WATCHER IN THE DARK
Eli Masters lowered his binoculars with a muffled curse. This was getting fucking ridiculous. He'd just had to sit here for the last twenty minutes watching that God damned blue-furred freak squatting in plain site without being able to do one damned thing about it. He was really starting to think this whole surveillance was just one big, frustrating exercise in futility.
The freak not only never left the grounds, no one had ever seen it come anywhere _near_ the perimeter of the grounds either. No damned wonder really. It obviously had the sense to not want anyone to see it, and if it got within their safe pickup range it would also be within plain view of anyone on the road.
He lifted his binoculars again to stare at the target, simmering with anger. The freak was still just sitting there, fiddling with something in its deformed hands, and staring into space.
_God, I wish I could trade this fucking tranq gun in for a good sniper rifle. Just one shot and no more furry freak to worry about!_ Masters thought with venom. _I'm so fucking sick of this job I could scream._
Just setting up surveillance without having that teep that ran the place or the Wolverine catch on to them had been an organizational and practical nightmare. The pickup restrictions they were under were to ensure not only getting in and out before either of the two could stop them, it was to get them out before they could be identified and tracked either. All they needed was to finally get their hands on the little animal only to have its friends track them down and tear the place apart trying to take it back.
This whole operation could be packed up and gone without a trace in the time it would take a retrieval team to tranq the thing, take out the relevant perimeter monitors and defenses, jump the wall, grab the target and be out. Well under ten minutes, probably under five if all went according to plan. The problem was, it didn't look like the opportunity to put all this planning into action was ever going to present itself.
Not if the brass still insisted that they had to stay completely beneath the radar of not only the local muties, but the government and the military. No overwhelming force and no traceable information of any kind left behind. Not even a bad smell for the Wolverine to piss and moan over if it could be helped. The idea was for the freak to disappear, literally, without a trace. If everything worked just right, in fact, it should look like it just took off on its own.
Masters was beginning to think it would take an act of God for that to happen though. He grunted in surprise as the thing unfolded itself from where it had been perched motionless on the wall by the drive for almost half an hour. As it leapt gracefully to the ground Masters was forcibly reminded of a very large cat. Damn he found it disturbing to watch the thing move! Nothing even arguably bipedal should flow that way.
Admittedly it would be *very* useful if they caught it, but there were still days when he wished that they could just blow the whole place and all the mutie freaks in it right back to whatever hell had spawned them and be done with it. He almost didn't care how useful the monster would be to the cause once they got hold of him, because he no longer thought there was any reasonable chance that they ever would.
No matter though, he had is orders and he'd follow them. As the creature stalked off in the direction of the woods to the south, Masters relayed its position and direction to the next sentinel in the southward line. He didn't delude himself anymore with false hopes that the thing would actually come within range, but orders were orders and it was someone else's problem for the time being.
With another quiet curse, Sergeant Eli Masters settled back down to wait out the remainder of his watch in the quiet chill of the New York spring.