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Paladin: Shards #3
Exact location and time unknown, presumably same timeframe as issue 1 and 2).
Jericho: “Time to wake up, my friend. Rise and shine. We have missed you dearly. I’ll explain everything to you on the way out.”
I wake up with my eyes, groggy as hell. They feel dry. So do my lips. And my limbs, stuck permanently to something that feels like glue.
Harry: “Jer? Why am I all tied up in this? You making me a hostage?”
Jericho: “No, we have to keep you alive. It’s important.”
Harry: “Then cut me loose. What are you waiting for?”
Jericho: “Couple of years ago you saved a kid in Dubai, and all these missions you went on—now, you’ve gotten a proper rest.”
Harry: “I never rest. And I’m barely alive inside.”
Jericho: “Good to know. I’ll let you down now.”
I take a deep breath, and the water drains around me. I realize I’m stuck in a tube, which has given me oxygen and energy. I’m completely naked, as I check my body—the scars, the wounds, it’s all still there, but the feeling is fresh.
Jericho signals to a few men who hand me over a towel, my clothes, socks and boots, but none of my gear and weapons are present. I quickly dry myself and get dressed, all fully black.
Most importantly, the mask is present.
(A while later…)
Jericho: “You shouldn’t be afraid to let yourself be seen to others, Harry.”
Harry:” My pain is my business. Now drop the fucking cryptic act, Jer. I don’t know what game you’re playing.”
Jericho:” Going there now huh? I guess I can’t fault into rushing you around…”
Harry: “What happened since Paladin? My mind tampered by a moon mission? Keeping me prisoner?”
Jericho: “Stasis. Cryogenic. The only viable option for your psychological procedure. It went successful, and you’re still the same you. And I need to mention, we’re keeping your in Greece.”
Harry: “What?! You should have never taken me to Greece. It’s not a damn trip down memory lane. This ain’t funny, Jer.”
Jericho: “We had no choice.”
Harry: “You know it’s my home. It’s fucking dead. I haven’t returned in 7 years. My family is dead. I am a living weapon. I have no one.”
Jericho: “You still have us, for now.”
Harry: “For now? We were friends, Jer. Last I remember, you chained me for a while—and it felt literally just right now.
Jericho: “What would you have me do? Nothing? Listen, we need you. We are nothing more than truth seekers Theodore. I want you to know we are doing this for the sake of the world.
Harry: “Bullshit. You’re lying. Trying to guilt trip me for your cause? No, this isn’t the Jericho I know. Whatever fucking ulterior motives you’ve got, I’m not in. For anything.”
Jericho: “But it’s reality. The world needs to know. You need to know.”
Harry: “No.”
***
I have to admit I’m very bad at arguments. At talking, I’m better at insults, back and forth. Fights are reserved for the last emergency exits; and this is just not the right time. Invisibility is just like contortions, not everyone in the world has this power, let alone to learn it well.
As expected, Jericho wants to do a negotiation. He signals the other rogue agents to lower their tranquilizer guns, assuming I’m not a destructive force of nature. In the current situation, I would have taken everyone down—with the power left in me.
Jericho: “We’re going stage an uprising, and we’re spending the next few years doing it. Are you with me?”
Harry: “You expect to look and ask a ruthless killer who’s not beneficial to anyone? As I said, cut me loose.”
Jericho: “Even if I do, you’ll be nowhere.”
Harry: “I’ll find one. I have my ways.”
Jericho: “How long can you do it before you’ll give up?”
Harry: “Until I’m tired, Jer. I’ve always been trapped in my own void, what would you have me do?”
Voice: “But we’ve got ways to fix it.”
I hear it. He sounds familiar—it’s the White Ninja, stepping out of the shadows. So everyone’s in cohorts now, for the benefit of power, diving straight. Espionage means work.
White Ninja: “Hello, Ghostforge. We’ve got a lot more catching up to do nowadays.”
Harry: “Convenience. Then I won’t be out for a long time. This a fucking cult of yours?”
White Ninja: “No, you won’t. I would say, resistance is the better answer.”
Harry: “Make me. You need a lot of convincing to say things, because I fucking hate you. ”
White Ninja: “I wouldn’t do that either.”
Harry: “Then enough bullshit.”
White Ninja: “I’m not laying a hand on you, because the truth is, you’re dying. Your fate is sealed. Few years left to live. You and I are condemned to that.”
Harry: “Saying it like I haven’t been dead for years, if it weren’t for my friends. They know it too.”
Jericho: “And that’s what’s next—we saved you, we’re going to destabilize Paladin. Completely.”
Harry: “That’s it? Keep me in a tank so I’m your secret weapon, so we can fight?”
Jericho: “Correct.”
Harry: “Maybe, just maybe, I’ll need to think the fuck outta this.”
***
Paladin: Shards #3
Exact location and time unknown, presumably same timeframe as issue 1 and 2).
Jericho: “Time to wake up, my friend. Rise and shine. We have missed you dearly. I’ll explain everything to you on the way out.”
I wake up with my eyes, groggy as hell. They feel dry. So do my lips. And my limbs, stuck permanently to something that feels like glue.
Harry: “Jer? Why am I all tied up in this? You making me a hostage?”
Jericho: “No, we have to keep you alive. It’s important.”
Harry: “Then cut me loose. What are you waiting for?”
Jericho: “Couple of years ago you saved a kid in Dubai, and all these missions you went on—now, you’ve gotten a proper rest.”
Harry: “I never rest. And I’m barely alive inside.”
Jericho: “Good to know. I’ll let you down now.”
I take a deep breath, and the water drains around me. I realize I’m stuck in a tube, which has given me oxygen and energy. I’m completely naked, as I check my body—the scars, the wounds, it’s all still there, but the feeling is fresh.
Jericho signals to a few men who hand me over a towel, my clothes, socks and boots, but none of my gear and weapons are present. I quickly dry myself and get dressed, all fully black.
Most importantly, the mask is present.
(A while later…)
Jericho: “You shouldn’t be afraid to let yourself be seen to others, Harry.”
Harry:” My pain is my business. Now drop the fucking cryptic act, Jer. I don’t know what game you’re playing.”
Jericho:” Going there now huh? I guess I can’t fault into rushing you around…”
Harry: “What happened since Paladin? My mind tampered by a moon mission? Keeping me prisoner?”
Jericho: “Stasis. Cryogenic. The only viable option for your psychological procedure. It went successful, and you’re still the same you. And I need to mention, we’re keeping your in Greece.”
Harry: “What?! You should have never taken me to Greece. It’s not a damn trip down memory lane. This ain’t funny, Jer.”
Jericho: “We had no choice.”
Harry: “You know it’s my home. It’s fucking dead. I haven’t returned in 7 years. My family is dead. I am a living weapon. I have no one.”
Jericho: “You still have us, for now.”
Harry: “For now? We were friends, Jer. Last I remember, you chained me for a while—and it felt literally just right now.
Jericho: “What would you have me do? Nothing? Listen, we need you. We are nothing more than truth seekers Theodore. I want you to know we are doing this for the sake of the world.
Harry: “Bullshit. You’re lying. Trying to guilt trip me for your cause? No, this isn’t the Jericho I know. Whatever fucking ulterior motives you’ve got, I’m not in. For anything.”
Jericho: “But it’s reality. The world needs to know. You need to know.”
Harry: “No.”
***
I have to admit I’m very bad at arguments. At talking, I’m better at insults, back and forth. Fights are reserved for the last emergency exits; and this is just not the right time. Invisibility is just like contortions, not everyone in the world has this power, let alone to learn it well.
As expected, Jericho wants to do a negotiation. He signals the other rogue agents to lower their tranquilizer guns, assuming I’m not a destructive force of nature. In the current situation, I would have taken everyone down—with the power left in me.
Jericho: “We’re going stage an uprising, and we’re spending the next few years doing it. Are you with me?”
Harry: “You expect to look and ask a ruthless killer who’s not beneficial to anyone? As I said, cut me loose.”
Jericho: “Even if I do, you’ll be nowhere.”
Harry: “I’ll find one. I have my ways.”
Jericho: “How long can you do it before you’ll give up?”
Harry: “Until I’m tired, Jer. I’ve always been trapped in my own void, what would you have me do?”
Voice: “But we’ve got ways to fix it.”
I hear it. He sounds familiar—it’s the White Ninja, stepping out of the shadows. So everyone’s in cohorts now, for the benefit of power, diving straight. Espionage means work.
White Ninja: “Hello, Ghostforge. We’ve got a lot more catching up to do nowadays.”
Harry: “Convenience. Then I won’t be out for a long time. This a fucking cult of yours?”
White Ninja: “No, you won’t. I would say, resistance is the better answer.”
Harry: “Make me. You need a lot of convincing to say things, because I fucking hate you. ”
White Ninja: “I wouldn’t do that either.”
Harry: “Then enough bullshit.”
White Ninja: “I’m not laying a hand on you, because the truth is, you’re dying. Your fate is sealed. Few years left to live. You and I are condemned to that.”
Harry: “Saying it like I haven’t been dead for years, if it weren’t for my friends. They know it too.”
Jericho: “And that’s what’s next—we saved you, we’re going to destabilize Paladin. Completely.”
Harry: “That’s it? Keep me in a tank so I’m your secret weapon, so we can fight?”
Jericho: “Correct.”
Harry: “Maybe, just maybe, I’ll need to think the fuck outta this.”
***