In the Hamptons... |
In the Hamptons...
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Jun. 9th, 2009 @ 07:35 pm
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He wishes he was kidding. Three hours later he's in what can politely be called "an undisclosed location somewhere in Asia." Really? It's more like a mud pit no one actually controls for a reason. There's nothing here except for roads to other places worth visiting - which is why Uncle Sam has set up shop here.
He sips some Johnny Walker while the convoy drives him though the Earth's armpit on the way to base camp.
"Do we have a CD player in here?"
"Next time I'll make sure we ride in the limo," Nick grumbled. Goddamn Stark. This could have been over and done with already if he hadn't been late.
"Too extravagant. Go with a stretch SUV." That elicits some snickers surrounding them.
Which are silenced when Nick gave them all a glare. "We got a clusterfuck on our hands an' yer crackin' jokes."
He shrugs. "Look around, Fury. The world is what it is. Every war that starts, someone swears it's the apocalypse. We -"
The world explodes.
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