The cosmonaut only stared for a moment, as if caught off guard by the outright refusal to comply. He was not accustomed to being told no; not from the Cobra soldiers, not from commanding officers, not even from Volgin himself. He secured a laboratory, a platoon of flamethrower equipped sociopaths that shared in his twisted ideals, and supplies to create and maintain a small fleet of hovercraft, all by making calm demands and subtle threats to the right people.
There was something endearing about the young Major though. His crassness, that was something all too familiar. It reminded the cosmonaut of himself, when he was but a young, ostentatious pilot flying top secret missions over Europe.
“Idiocy?” The Fury laughed, a cold and calculated laugh, but genuine all the same. “Not at all. You misunderstand me. I only wish to teach you… to enlighten you, Major Ocelot.”
It would have been easier, more intimate without the observer.
He stepped up onto the ledge once again; a black vulture with mechanical wings. “If I had any intention of harming you, I would have acted on such brutal impulses long ago.” Pausing in his thoughts, he motioned for the two to join him, though he doubted they would accept the invitation to stand where the view was so amazing. “You seem like a man who could appreciate the nature of fire: it moves, it breathes like a feral jungle cat; it consumes everything in its path like a ravenous beast. Yet, it can be tamed, controlled. It will bend to your will, under just the right touch. And that raw power… it is intoxicating.”
The Fury turned suddenly and tossed the detonator to Major Ocelot. “It can be just as temperamental and difficult as you, Major.” Again he laughed, “And this will be my gift to you. Flip the switch, extend the antenna, push the red button.”
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Date: 2007-01-06 04:06 am (UTC)There was something endearing about the young Major though. His crassness, that was something all too familiar. It reminded the cosmonaut of himself, when he was but a young, ostentatious pilot flying top secret missions over Europe.
“Idiocy?” The Fury laughed, a cold and calculated laugh, but genuine all the same. “Not at all. You misunderstand me. I only wish to teach you… to enlighten you, Major Ocelot.”
It would have been easier, more intimate without the observer.
He stepped up onto the ledge once again; a black vulture with mechanical wings. “If I had any intention of harming you, I would have acted on such brutal impulses long ago.” Pausing in his thoughts, he motioned for the two to join him, though he doubted they would accept the invitation to stand where the view was so amazing. “You seem like a man who could appreciate the nature of fire: it moves, it breathes like a feral jungle cat; it consumes everything in its path like a ravenous beast. Yet, it can be tamed, controlled. It will bend to your will, under just the right touch. And that raw power… it is intoxicating.”
The Fury turned suddenly and tossed the detonator to Major Ocelot. “It can be just as temperamental and difficult as you, Major.” Again he laughed, “And this will be my gift to you. Flip the switch, extend the antenna, push the red button.”