[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Music for the Soul [ Closed | James ]
Apr 28, 2024 9:29:56 GMT -5
Post by James Porter on Apr 28, 2024 9:29:56 GMT -5
“I’m plagued with so many bloody questions right now.” His utter contempt for the situation couldn’t be emphasised further with the heavy sigh that had left. Head still held in his left hand as he avoided thinking about the sort of things he’ll have to deal with if kids are on the base. “No offence to you or your colleagues but if someone messed up to the point where a bunch of kids were able to be witnesses then Operation Security must be a little poor at the base. Again, no offense."
Porter used two fingers from his left hand to rub his eyes as he nodded his head in agreement with what Jazz had said. Both of them strongly agree on that. Despite not knowing that much about who these guys were, he did know at the very least there was another group of them here which he could only assume were these “Decepticons” that Jazz had mentioned. If they had kept the kids near them to avoid their enemy getting to them then that made sense at least. Didn’t mean he liked it though. “If they’re in harm's way then it makes sense to put them under a form of witness protection I guess.”
In an attempt to move away from the topic that had begun to give the Englishman a headache, Porter focused a bit more on some of the other things Jazz had said. “You guys have an equivalent of a human heart attack? How the hell does that one work? Also, care to elaborate a little more on how your presence on Earth is an accident? May as well explain what these ‘Decepticons’ are or whatever you called them.”
As he awaited Jazz to infuse him with knowledge, Porter dug his right hand into his pocket so he could extract the magazine for this Glock and the missing 9mm round. Laying both of them on top of his duffle bag, his beleaguered head rose up from his left hand so that both hands were free to sort out the weapon. Taking the bullet in one hand and the magazine in the other. Porter inspected the magazine to make sure there wasn’t any dirt or anything else blocking the magazine housing and once he was satisfied he slotted the round back into the magazine.
At first, Porter couldn’t help but shake his head as Jazz talked about the traffic. “Rush hour traffic?! Out here?! In the desert?! That’s a ludicrous concept! I thought towns in the middle of nowhere that don’t have anything interesting going for them didn’t have London levels of traffic!” He spoke with a tone of feigned outrage. While he did inwardly agree it was outrageous he really wasn’t that bothered by it.
“Perhaps I should thank you for your impeccable timing then.” Porter chuckled alongside Jazz. A smile plastered on his face as the two continued talking. “We’ll see. It’ll take more than the top forty countdown to convince me. My last spotter could make a mean Lasagne so it might be hard for you to beat that mate. Jokes aside, are humans paired up with you lot? That's certainly interesting if that's the case."
Porter used two fingers from his left hand to rub his eyes as he nodded his head in agreement with what Jazz had said. Both of them strongly agree on that. Despite not knowing that much about who these guys were, he did know at the very least there was another group of them here which he could only assume were these “Decepticons” that Jazz had mentioned. If they had kept the kids near them to avoid their enemy getting to them then that made sense at least. Didn’t mean he liked it though. “If they’re in harm's way then it makes sense to put them under a form of witness protection I guess.”
In an attempt to move away from the topic that had begun to give the Englishman a headache, Porter focused a bit more on some of the other things Jazz had said. “You guys have an equivalent of a human heart attack? How the hell does that one work? Also, care to elaborate a little more on how your presence on Earth is an accident? May as well explain what these ‘Decepticons’ are or whatever you called them.”
As he awaited Jazz to infuse him with knowledge, Porter dug his right hand into his pocket so he could extract the magazine for this Glock and the missing 9mm round. Laying both of them on top of his duffle bag, his beleaguered head rose up from his left hand so that both hands were free to sort out the weapon. Taking the bullet in one hand and the magazine in the other. Porter inspected the magazine to make sure there wasn’t any dirt or anything else blocking the magazine housing and once he was satisfied he slotted the round back into the magazine.
At first, Porter couldn’t help but shake his head as Jazz talked about the traffic. “Rush hour traffic?! Out here?! In the desert?! That’s a ludicrous concept! I thought towns in the middle of nowhere that don’t have anything interesting going for them didn’t have London levels of traffic!” He spoke with a tone of feigned outrage. While he did inwardly agree it was outrageous he really wasn’t that bothered by it.
“Perhaps I should thank you for your impeccable timing then.” Porter chuckled alongside Jazz. A smile plastered on his face as the two continued talking. “We’ll see. It’ll take more than the top forty countdown to convince me. My last spotter could make a mean Lasagne so it might be hard for you to beat that mate. Jokes aside, are humans paired up with you lot? That's certainly interesting if that's the case."