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[Sept 15] [Predator] Option Three
Title: Option Three
Day/Theme: 15. ternary logic: 'yes', 'no', or 'what the fuck'
Series:Predator
Character/Pairing: mostly Poncho
Rating: R for language
Notes: Some of these guys were already dead by this point in the movie, but they got a line anyway.
“The way I see it we have three options,” Poncho whispered. He was bleeding from his hairline. In their dash to get out of the line of fire, they had just put their heads down and charged into the underbrush. Most of them were scratched and bloody from the jungle plants. “Certain death, possible escape, and what the fuck.”
“There ain’t no escape from this,” Billy muttered, his stormy squint roaming over the jungle around them. The rest of the team ignored him.
“Certain death is part of the job,” Hawkins tried to joke. He got a series of glares, even from the captive. She was doing a good job of hiding how terrified she was, but her breathing was fast and shaky.
“Nothing’s certain,” Dillon said. His voice was cold and in control again. “Except that we need to get to the rendezvous point.” The glares were back on. As far as the team was concerned, most of this was Dillon’s fault.
“Which brings us back to our three options,” Poncho said. Blain stood up with a sigh, shouldering the massive gun he carried like a teddy bear.
“We stay here and get cut down like deer at a salt lick,” he said. “We run for the point and maybe don’t make it.”
“Or we dig in and take a few scalps of our own,” Mac chimed in. He stood up with his friend. “Those bastards have to make a mistake eventually.”
“They won’t,” Billy said, tilting his head like he could hear a voice.
“They haven’t yet,” Dutch said, finally speaking up. “Which means we can’t either. I say we move while we can.” Behind him three red lights blinked on and the soft sounds of the jungle masked the chittering trill. Option Three had found them.
Day/Theme: 15. ternary logic: 'yes', 'no', or 'what the fuck'
Series:Predator
Character/Pairing: mostly Poncho
Rating: R for language
Notes: Some of these guys were already dead by this point in the movie, but they got a line anyway.
“The way I see it we have three options,” Poncho whispered. He was bleeding from his hairline. In their dash to get out of the line of fire, they had just put their heads down and charged into the underbrush. Most of them were scratched and bloody from the jungle plants. “Certain death, possible escape, and what the fuck.”
“There ain’t no escape from this,” Billy muttered, his stormy squint roaming over the jungle around them. The rest of the team ignored him.
“Certain death is part of the job,” Hawkins tried to joke. He got a series of glares, even from the captive. She was doing a good job of hiding how terrified she was, but her breathing was fast and shaky.
“Nothing’s certain,” Dillon said. His voice was cold and in control again. “Except that we need to get to the rendezvous point.” The glares were back on. As far as the team was concerned, most of this was Dillon’s fault.
“Which brings us back to our three options,” Poncho said. Blain stood up with a sigh, shouldering the massive gun he carried like a teddy bear.
“We stay here and get cut down like deer at a salt lick,” he said. “We run for the point and maybe don’t make it.”
“Or we dig in and take a few scalps of our own,” Mac chimed in. He stood up with his friend. “Those bastards have to make a mistake eventually.”
“They won’t,” Billy said, tilting his head like he could hear a voice.
“They haven’t yet,” Dutch said, finally speaking up. “Which means we can’t either. I say we move while we can.” Behind him three red lights blinked on and the soft sounds of the jungle masked the chittering trill. Option Three had found them.