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aguuChapter 9 - Dangerous Mind
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A/N: Nagant is a classy person. Also, I normally add things I don't add into my Facebook notes. Whether it's to thicken a chapter or to add things I'm sure I missed...or to make sure that people still check up on my blog. ;D I should probably add that into my other notes, but since only two people like, read my LJ, eh. xD /shrug.
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While the batch was being led on by Browning and Sten, Nagant hid inside the corps room. He wasn't really worried about not appearing; the other officers usually covered for one another.
The white envelope was taped underneath the table, stamped with his Godfather's signet ring. Not bothering to reach for a letter-opener he knew was waiting in the drawer--Browning and Sten seemed to be on a Victorian kick lately--he ripped the top of the envelope and found a key and a letter.
"The box is in the back."
Walking to the very back of the corps room, he dug through various boxes full of junk, cat bells, dusty, crumbling guns, empty boxes that once housed maple candy and even a bubble pipe, sniffling and coughing all the way until he uncovered a locked box, metal and minimalist in nature.
Fitting the key into the lock, he almost dropped the box on his foot when he saw its' contents.
Hm..not bad. Glock G21...it's new. A bribe for more dirty work, Godfather? It's working.
The letter was quick and to the point, with instructions to meet up with Noahn in a crash course of demolition. As he read further, he licked his lips in anticipation. Finally, something more exciting than parading around being a schoolboy, and something more demanding than casual modelling. It hadn't been years since he had last experienced the thrill of a successful kill, heard the adrenaline pumping in his ears, felt a sense of sick pleasure race through his spine as he trailed a victim to the very end of their lives.
Nine pm, in the Avalon Park? Huh. Noahn never did tell me what he, or she looks like...this'll be interesting. All right, Noahn, I accept. I'm a quick study, after all.
Shoving the gun back into its' box, he hid it in his backpack before running outside to the covered courts again, just in time to see an empty court, with the final lines of students trickling back into their respective classrooms.
"You were gone a long time." Garand said quietly, the only one remaining in the court. "I just finished sending everyone out."
"Including the late?" Nagant raised an eyebrow. "and where's Elizabeth?"
"Browning waited for you after her own section left, but her professor made her go. And we've already punished the late ones."
"So why did you stay?"
The Spanish officer blinked. "I'm the Wingcom. I stay to make sure everyone else leaves safely. Anyway--Elizabeth's in a bad mood because her jacket's gone missing...you don't have to help her look for it, but make sure you stay out of her way. That's all. You're dismissed, Nagant."
"Sir yes sir." Nagant saluted and walked off, feeling a little out of sorts. The school seemed bigger, somehow.
The day passed quickly into night, and he was dressed in his usual work clothes, visor effectively obscuring the upper half of his face. He waited near the Venus de Milo replica statuette in Avalon Park, cocking his gun.
"Hey." A muffled voice made him jump in surprise, and he almost let his finger slide into the trigger. "Agh! Who--who are you?"
"You aren't so tough, Black Captain." The voice seemed familiar and he immediately wanted a bullet to the brain. He was acting like a new, scared recruit who had no idea what he was doing.
"Ah, Noahn." He wore a black hoodie, a cap obscuring the rest of his vision. "Sorry. I get jumpy."
"No kidding. Now, what do you know about...fertilizer bombs?"
Nagant racked his brain for an answer, one that the other man would accept. "It's made of ammonium nitrate, and an explosive that needs..."
"...it has low sensitivity and reqiures a booster. Now, your Godfather wants you to blow up something large, quaint and...something that will get people's attention..."
"Just get on with it, Noahn."
"Blow up the Cagier Nathias Department Store. That is your mission. Now, how much do you know about blowing stuff up?"
Nagant stared.
"I'll take that as 'not much.' Well, your Godfather gave me six weeks with you. Let's get to training. Every night, meet me here, and I'll teach you how to make a bomb. Oh, and how's that girl?"
"She lost her ja--wait. What girl? Did Godfather put you up to this?"
"Maybe. Well, she'll find whatever she's lost."
"Did you steal it?"
That guy...didn't have to work me so hard...
He thought he heard Elizabeth's voice, but he was too sleepy to care. He had barely managed to crawl out of bed after staying up until 3 in the morning, to make it in time for an hour's worth of rest.
Then he felt a slim finger poking his cheek.
"mmrh...go away, Elizabeth...m'sleepy..."
The poking wouldn't go away, until he half-yelled, "I SAID, GO AWAY, Browning...I had a rough night!"
"Ouch! Sorry, Nagant. Remind me never to wake you again." Winchester's voice bit through his ears and Nagant, for the first time felt heat rushing to his face.
He was thankful the classroom was empty, and dark.
"Er, sorry, Winchester."
"Rough night, huh?"
"If you ever let anyone hear about this, you'll find a horse head in your bed tonight."
"Hah, good one."
Nagant glared at Winchester.
"I'm serious."
Nervously, Winchester straightened his school uniform's collar, an alternative uniform to when they weren't performing their officer duties every Thursday. In his mind, he doubted that Nagant actually meant what he said.
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A/N: Nagant is a classy person. Also, I normally add things I don't add into my Facebook notes. Whether it's to thicken a chapter or to add things I'm sure I missed...or to make sure that people still check up on my blog. ;D I should probably add that into my other notes, but since only two people like, read my LJ, eh. xD /shrug.
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While the batch was being led on by Browning and Sten, Nagant hid inside the corps room. He wasn't really worried about not appearing; the other officers usually covered for one another.
The white envelope was taped underneath the table, stamped with his Godfather's signet ring. Not bothering to reach for a letter-opener he knew was waiting in the drawer--Browning and Sten seemed to be on a Victorian kick lately--he ripped the top of the envelope and found a key and a letter.
"The box is in the back."
Walking to the very back of the corps room, he dug through various boxes full of junk, cat bells, dusty, crumbling guns, empty boxes that once housed maple candy and even a bubble pipe, sniffling and coughing all the way until he uncovered a locked box, metal and minimalist in nature.
Fitting the key into the lock, he almost dropped the box on his foot when he saw its' contents.
Hm..not bad. Glock G21...it's new. A bribe for more dirty work, Godfather? It's working.
The letter was quick and to the point, with instructions to meet up with Noahn in a crash course of demolition. As he read further, he licked his lips in anticipation. Finally, something more exciting than parading around being a schoolboy, and something more demanding than casual modelling. It hadn't been years since he had last experienced the thrill of a successful kill, heard the adrenaline pumping in his ears, felt a sense of sick pleasure race through his spine as he trailed a victim to the very end of their lives.
Nine pm, in the Avalon Park? Huh. Noahn never did tell me what he, or she looks like...this'll be interesting. All right, Noahn, I accept. I'm a quick study, after all.
Shoving the gun back into its' box, he hid it in his backpack before running outside to the covered courts again, just in time to see an empty court, with the final lines of students trickling back into their respective classrooms.
"You were gone a long time." Garand said quietly, the only one remaining in the court. "I just finished sending everyone out."
"Including the late?" Nagant raised an eyebrow. "and where's Elizabeth?"
"Browning waited for you after her own section left, but her professor made her go. And we've already punished the late ones."
"So why did you stay?"
The Spanish officer blinked. "I'm the Wingcom. I stay to make sure everyone else leaves safely. Anyway--Elizabeth's in a bad mood because her jacket's gone missing...you don't have to help her look for it, but make sure you stay out of her way. That's all. You're dismissed, Nagant."
"Sir yes sir." Nagant saluted and walked off, feeling a little out of sorts. The school seemed bigger, somehow.
The day passed quickly into night, and he was dressed in his usual work clothes, visor effectively obscuring the upper half of his face. He waited near the Venus de Milo replica statuette in Avalon Park, cocking his gun.
"Hey." A muffled voice made him jump in surprise, and he almost let his finger slide into the trigger. "Agh! Who--who are you?"
"You aren't so tough, Black Captain." The voice seemed familiar and he immediately wanted a bullet to the brain. He was acting like a new, scared recruit who had no idea what he was doing.
"Ah, Noahn." He wore a black hoodie, a cap obscuring the rest of his vision. "Sorry. I get jumpy."
"No kidding. Now, what do you know about...fertilizer bombs?"
Nagant racked his brain for an answer, one that the other man would accept. "It's made of ammonium nitrate, and an explosive that needs..."
"...it has low sensitivity and reqiures a booster. Now, your Godfather wants you to blow up something large, quaint and...something that will get people's attention..."
"Just get on with it, Noahn."
"Blow up the Cagier Nathias Department Store. That is your mission. Now, how much do you know about blowing stuff up?"
Nagant stared.
"I'll take that as 'not much.' Well, your Godfather gave me six weeks with you. Let's get to training. Every night, meet me here, and I'll teach you how to make a bomb. Oh, and how's that girl?"
"She lost her ja--wait. What girl? Did Godfather put you up to this?"
"Maybe. Well, she'll find whatever she's lost."
"Did you steal it?"
"Steal is such a strong word...since she wasn't leaving you alone, I thought you'd like the rest from her presence."
Nagant didn't know whether to thank him or to sigh for prying into his mission. Intel was part of Noahn's work, and while he wasn't heavily funded by his Godfather, the branch supported Noahn, in exchange for his cooperation. But apart from the hoodie and the cap, no one really knew what Noahn truly looked like.
"Hm, thank you. It is pleasant not having her around for a change."
"You can repay me by working hard."
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That guy...didn't have to work me so hard...
He thought he heard Elizabeth's voice, but he was too sleepy to care. He had barely managed to crawl out of bed after staying up until 3 in the morning, to make it in time for an hour's worth of rest.
Then he felt a slim finger poking his cheek.
"mmrh...go away, Elizabeth...m'sleepy..."
The poking wouldn't go away, until he half-yelled, "I SAID, GO AWAY, Browning...I had a rough night!"
"Ouch! Sorry, Nagant. Remind me never to wake you again." Winchester's voice bit through his ears and Nagant, for the first time felt heat rushing to his face.
He was thankful the classroom was empty, and dark.
"Er, sorry, Winchester."
"Rough night, huh?"
"If you ever let anyone hear about this, you'll find a horse head in your bed tonight."
"Hah, good one."
Nagant glared at Winchester.
"I'm serious."
Nervously, Winchester straightened his school uniform's collar, an alternative uniform to when they weren't performing their officer duties every Thursday. In his mind, he doubted that Nagant actually meant what he said.
