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Chapter Two: Outlaws
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Apollo got up from all the rubble and looked through the holes. “I’m alright.”
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Malice looked at him curiously “what were you doing?”
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[I’m not going to tell Malice I was flying around the gym at 400 miles an hour] “I was flying…around the gym…at 400 miles an hour…” [Shoot]
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“Interesting~interesting~”
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<i>Apollo gets out of the holes. </i>”Trying again won’t hurt!”
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Kika walks among the halls and listens to them all, glancing into different rooms. These all obviously had sentimental value to Jack… Does that give her a reason to forgive him or destroy him? He had a wife, and a child, both of whom are now gone… he has immortality that was gifted to him by the OGA but yet he continues to whine and cry about the pain he feels!? He’s fought this war for seven hundred years and he still thinks he stands a chance of winning!? What a fool…
Kika keeps a close grip on her equipment and goes over to the gym area with Malice and Apollo. She turns to Malice and waves a bit, remembering her when she was in that…that state… What did Geralt do to her? The thought of it made her shudder… She calms down and smiles at the lady, “Hello again.”
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Jack heard footsteps even through the music of the old record player in his room.
“It’s rough, I guess. I used to sleep and eat just for appearance. Not anymore though.” Jack said to Rose.
“All the rooms are bare, mostly. I think the rooms full of stuff are taken. Feel free to sleep in here. I’m gonna go to the gym.” Jack left the room to Rose, walking to the gym and viewing them.
“Hello.”
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Kika hears somebody approach behind her, turning around and looking at Jack, “Oh, hey.”
She looks around the place, “This place isn’t bad. How do we get in whenever we…you know…can’t teleport?”
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“This is probably the last time you see this place when we leave.” Jack said.
“I have hundreds of bases in random spots. This is one of ’em. It’s a nice place. I think the food stuff went bad, but I have plenty of aged alcohol in the kitchen.”
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Kika nods and smiles again, “Good plan. Can’t stay in the same place too long. They haven’t found this hideout yet but…” She let Jack connect the dots from there.
She backs up a little and looks at the others in the room… What if Jack tried to kill her again? She keeps her hand ready to take her weapon, just in case…
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“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” Jack said, eyeing her.
“You saw me take a shotgun blast to the chest earlier. A little baby pistol like that won’t do much good. Besides, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it. Follow me.” Jack walked to the kitchen.
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Kika frowns and moves her hand away from her bag, following Jack from a distance. You can’t focus a shotgun shot, she thought to herself.
She walks into the kitchen and sets her bag in front of the doorway. She had other plans if something was to go wrong. “Alright. What do you need, Jack?”
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Jack uncorked two bottles of whiskey, setting them on a table and a single shot glass.
“Drinking contest.” Jack said.
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Ahhhhhh shit… Kika sighs and looks up at Jack with a smile, “Well, you might have just found another weakness of mine…”
She takes a seat across from Jack, staring at him, “I’ll still play your game though.”
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Jack poured her a shot, holding the bottle for himself.
“Your turn.”
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