Sergeant-Major Adrian Shephard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hecu_marine) wrote2010-04-22 01:55 pm
hecu_marine) wrote2010-04-22 01:55 pm
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"Corporal?"
Shephard held up one hand; his attention was focused directly in front of him. "Be right with you," he said. "Okay, Mrs. Wilson. One more time. Sic."
The little houndeye danced from one forepaw to the other and back for a moment. Then it lunged for the battered orange traffic cone a few yards away, fast as its stubby little legs would take it.
"Now speak."
It skidded to a halt in front of the cone, fairly vibrating as the sound grew louder: "MrrrrrrYIP!!"
"Good girl," said Shephard, and tossed the creature a lump of dried fish. Wasn't her fault she wasn't old enough to let off a proper bark yet. As it pounced on the treat, Shephard turned to face the disturbed-looking Dutchman. "Ten Boom. What's up?"
"I will never get used to that," Ten Boom muttered. "Ah- I'm sorry, Corporal, but I think perhaps there's been a mistake. There was a delivery to my workspace while I was away."
"Huh," said Shephard, rubbing at the back of his neck a moment. "What sort of delivery?"
"Two bottles of some kind of medication," said Ten Boom, "which I don't recognize at all, and-"
"Iodide pills," said Shephard. "Potassium iodide."
"I suppose- wait, what?"
Shephard waved a hand. "Never you mind. Finish what you were sayin', Ten Boom."
The Dutchman grimaced, but squared his shoulders. "All right," he said. "Two bottles of those things, and a set of safety goggles, and a radiation suit that looks like- like something out of an old B-movie. And no sign of what was going on. What is going on, please?"
"What's goin' on is, someone done fucked up." Shephard shook his head.
"Oh good."
"They were supposed t'git you the schematics for your new project along with all that shit."
Ten Boom stared, and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"You okay there, Jan?"
"Nuclear-" He sputtered, his hands flailing wildly in the absence of any kind of coherent direction from his brain. "Corporal, I build demolition charges! Little packets of things that go geloei! Not- not-"
"Question," said Shephard. "Gehawhatnow?"
"You would say 'kaboom'," said Jan. "Not the point! You want me to build an atomic bomb?"
"No, hell no!" said Shephard. "Nobody's askin' you to do that."
"Oh good," said Ten Boom. "Then what-"
"Just a shitload of high yield high explosive dirtybombs," Shephard continued. "We already got you the strontium."
"Krijg nou de pokke!!"
Shephard held up one hand; his attention was focused directly in front of him. "Be right with you," he said. "Okay, Mrs. Wilson. One more time. Sic."
The little houndeye danced from one forepaw to the other and back for a moment. Then it lunged for the battered orange traffic cone a few yards away, fast as its stubby little legs would take it.
"Now speak."
It skidded to a halt in front of the cone, fairly vibrating as the sound grew louder: "MrrrrrrYIP!!"
"Good girl," said Shephard, and tossed the creature a lump of dried fish. Wasn't her fault she wasn't old enough to let off a proper bark yet. As it pounced on the treat, Shephard turned to face the disturbed-looking Dutchman. "Ten Boom. What's up?"
"I will never get used to that," Ten Boom muttered. "Ah- I'm sorry, Corporal, but I think perhaps there's been a mistake. There was a delivery to my workspace while I was away."
"Huh," said Shephard, rubbing at the back of his neck a moment. "What sort of delivery?"
"Two bottles of some kind of medication," said Ten Boom, "which I don't recognize at all, and-"
"Iodide pills," said Shephard. "Potassium iodide."
"I suppose- wait, what?"
Shephard waved a hand. "Never you mind. Finish what you were sayin', Ten Boom."
The Dutchman grimaced, but squared his shoulders. "All right," he said. "Two bottles of those things, and a set of safety goggles, and a radiation suit that looks like- like something out of an old B-movie. And no sign of what was going on. What is going on, please?"
"What's goin' on is, someone done fucked up." Shephard shook his head.
"Oh good."
"They were supposed t'git you the schematics for your new project along with all that shit."
Ten Boom stared, and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"You okay there, Jan?"
"Nuclear-" He sputtered, his hands flailing wildly in the absence of any kind of coherent direction from his brain. "Corporal, I build demolition charges! Little packets of things that go geloei! Not- not-"
"Question," said Shephard. "Gehawhatnow?"
"You would say 'kaboom'," said Jan. "Not the point! You want me to build an atomic bomb?"
"No, hell no!" said Shephard. "Nobody's askin' you to do that."
"Oh good," said Ten Boom. "Then what-"
"Just a shitload of high yield high explosive dirtybombs," Shephard continued. "We already got you the strontium."
"Krijg nou de pokke!!"