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To say the situation was infuriating would be an understatement. Able was a lot of things- strong- merciless- a bloodthirsty killer out for revenge- But he was not patient. Far from it, sitting in this Submarine with two /human's/ was already almost too much for his fuse. But to make it worse, the damn thing was taking ages.
The thing's he'd do for a good fight, they should really know better than to tease him like that.
The older of the two humans was leaning back, staring off into nothing like he'd been here a million times before. The younger was sitting at the edge of the row Able was on, bouncing his leg as he stared at the Submarine's door. The silence wasn't pleasant, but Able was hardly interested in a conversation.
Just before anyone can break, there's a sharp jolt, Able doesn't flinch, the older one grabs the handrail like he knew when it would be. The younger falls off the seat and lays on the ground as the speaker in The Submarine sparks to life.
'You have reached your destination. Please exit The Vehicle in an orderly fashion.'
Able gets up, watching with disinterest as the older helps the younger to his feet.
"Easy there Bright-Eye's, don't wanna get- … Eh, ahem, come on,"
He pats the youngers back, who nods before stepping out and onto the dock, the older looks back towards Able, who is busy picking at his… new collar. (What was with these companies and explosive collars?)
"I uh.. wouldn't mess with that thing- hm… Come on, I got us some stuff,"
Able stays for a moment, but follows out begrudgingly. The older is directing the younger under a barricade of some sorts. Requesting him to get something as he sorts through a small box with what looks like supplies in it. He pulls out a flashlight and pockets some batteries. Before Able can process that, there's a pop, and someones voice come out over the walkie-talkie he hadn't noticed on the table.
"Eugh, I should charge you more for this,"
The older one first flips off the walkie-talkie, then then walks over to look in a few small lockers, he seems pleased with himself as he pulls out a few files and shove them into the side-packs they had all been equipped with. Able looks back at the younger one as he comes back from the barricade, holding a piece of paper in his hands.
He doesn't speak as he hands it over to Able, keeping his eyes locked firmly onto the ground, Able isn't too interested in it, but he can see numbers, and a keypad that would lead them forward. He's about ready to start, but if he's really going to be stuck with… these two, then he could show some… Eugh, even thinking the word makes him feel sick.
"Little things got the password, are you done looking already?"
The older one raises an eyebrow, but laughs, patting the younger one on the back.
"Little Thing? Think Bright-Eye's is more fitting,"
"… Hm, sure, ready?"
'Bright-eyes' seems ready to do whatever Able and the older one tell him too, and Able is given the go ahead, so he types in the code, and the first door opens. Revealing a familiar looking hallway of sterile colors and cool air. Minus the drawers and lockers; it could easily be mistaken for a Foundation hallway. The older one walks ahead with confidence that Able could only compare to an elite Foundation Guard, but the man was no guard. He had a tan line from what once was a wedding ring; graying hair and a scruffy bear gave away countless levels of stress. If this man was a criminal worthy of death row, he can only imagine what he might have done. Able decided this man looked like a Hank.
Bright-eyes is walking at Able's side, keeping good pace despite his shorter height. From what of his face Able had been able to see (And bothered to remember) he appeared to be fairly young, maybe not even out of his teenage years. His posture was of someone who did something horrible, but his behavior was of someone who-
"… What did you two do?"
Bright-eyes sounded as young as he looked, voice raspy like he hadn't had water in years. Hank looked back, face twisting for a moment before he guided them through another door. He looked like he was thinking, Able can't say he doesn't want to know what the man did. Plus, he needed to remember what cover story The Foundation had come up with. So he let Hank speak first.
"… Eugh, I uh… I did what I had to- to protect my little girl, I mean,"
He says something about a 'dumb bitch' under his breath, frown set on his face as he looked at Able, prompting him.
"What about you big guy? What you do to end up in hell,"
"… Killed people,"
According to The Foundation, he had 'gone on a rampage in a mall' but Able hardly cared about sharing his supposed story. Hank chuckles at the blunt response, before looking at Bright-eyes.
"What about you?"
"… Something bad, I think,"
He thought? Able was curious now, but Bright-eyes looks even more shut in than he did before, so Able bites his tongue for now. He would have time to ask later, certainly.
".. Hah, guess that makes all of us, hm?"
No response, seems Bright-eyes was done talking for now, Able didn't care, so long as he stayed alive long enough for him to get answers. Hank has a neutral expression again as they walk through the seventh door. He freezes in place as the lights start flickering, the temperature felt like it dropped a noticeable bit as Hank looks around.
He whips around and barks out a simple order.
"BOTH OF YOU- HIDE- NOW!"
He's off, to the last room and getting into a locker, Able doesn't move- not until Bright-eyes grabs his hand and drags him into the one in the room. Not long after Bright-eyes as them stuffed uncomfortably in it, does something happen. Something barrels through the room, shutting the lights off as it dashes pass them quickly. Then there's silence- aside from Bright-eyes quiet breathing, Able is the first to leave, Hank's flashlight shines on him as he quickly rejoins them. He looks relieved as he quickly reaches out and softly pats both of them. Able pulls away with a scowl as Bright-eyes just stands there, staring at Hank with- eyes that certainly seemed bright. At the very least they looked white under the flashlights beam.
Hank sighs at their expressions, shining the light around them like he was checking for something.
"I guess I should explain- come on, there should be a side room up ahead, we can talk there, yeah?"
Able want's answers, but he can tell when someone knows what their talking about, and Hank clearly knows what he's talking about.
Bright-eyes is still holding his hand, he doesn't seem willing to let go as Hank leads them forward. Agitation gnaws at Able as he feels the sweaty skin of the young man against his own, but, he keeps it to himself.
The thing he'd do for a good fight.