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[February 04] [Original] Fifth Column part 4
Title: Fifth Column part 4
Day/Theme: Feb 4th/before the world was created
Series: Original
Character(s)/Pairings: Original
Rating: PG for cussin'. *tsk tsk*
Day/Theme: Feb 4th/before the world was created
Series: Original
Character(s)/Pairings: Original
Rating: PG for cussin'. *tsk tsk*
An uneasy silence hung heavy and thick over the poker table, as the only two players left in the game prepared to make their final moves. The other players had left long ago, the tension between the two remaining men too much to handle.
Chaser flicked his watch around his fingers in quick succession, a habit he had developed in high school and hadn’t managed to shake. His hand was foolproof: full house, kings full of aces, thanks to the unlikely outcome of the final flip, the river. The odds of Magnus beating that hand were slim to non-existent, and Chaser was quietly confident that he was about to win his life back. He just hoped to hell it didn’t show on his face.
It was Magnus’ turn to bet.
“Two grand.” The other man slowly, meticulously, laid down his money, notes creased from so long sitting in his wallet.
Chaser swore in his head, keeping it calm and nonchalant on the surface. He didn’t have that much. Magnus was trying to scare him out of a whole lot of money, and further into debt. The pen flicked around again and he looked down at the cards on the table. Those aces and kings staring him back in the face reassured him, and he looked Magnus in the eye. Offer him something he won’t be able to refuse. You can’t lose.
“You know I can’t match that, but I’ll do you one better. Consider me and my expertise yours, if I lose.”
Magnus smiled slowly and nodded, reaching a calloused hand over the table for Chaser to shake. “Done, and done,” he murmured, and the gleam in his eyes was… unholy.
Shaking it off, Chaser stretched his arms over his head, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I’ll go first shall I?” He flipped his hole cards and the grin grew. “Full house, aces full of kings. And that wipes my debt, Captain.” He sneered the man’s title across the table carelessly, reaching forward to collect the pot.
Captain Magnus’ hand shot out to grab Chaser’s wrist.
“Not so fast, lieutenant,” he breathed, a quiet hiss of words between his teeth. His other hand slowly flipped his own cards, and Chaser felt faint.
“Four of a kind… You bastard…”
“I have a mission for you now, Fox.”
The use of his call sign made Chaser flinch. Shit. What had he done?
“There’s a woman on the enemy cruiser Valentine. Branner. She’s your target. Be ready tomorrow, early, for your briefing. Welcome to the IntelBureau, lieutenant.”
Chaser put his head in his hands and tried not to cry. Sure thing, huh? Shit.
What was his wife going to say?
Chaser flicked his watch around his fingers in quick succession, a habit he had developed in high school and hadn’t managed to shake. His hand was foolproof: full house, kings full of aces, thanks to the unlikely outcome of the final flip, the river. The odds of Magnus beating that hand were slim to non-existent, and Chaser was quietly confident that he was about to win his life back. He just hoped to hell it didn’t show on his face.
It was Magnus’ turn to bet.
“Two grand.” The other man slowly, meticulously, laid down his money, notes creased from so long sitting in his wallet.
Chaser swore in his head, keeping it calm and nonchalant on the surface. He didn’t have that much. Magnus was trying to scare him out of a whole lot of money, and further into debt. The pen flicked around again and he looked down at the cards on the table. Those aces and kings staring him back in the face reassured him, and he looked Magnus in the eye. Offer him something he won’t be able to refuse. You can’t lose.
“You know I can’t match that, but I’ll do you one better. Consider me and my expertise yours, if I lose.”
Magnus smiled slowly and nodded, reaching a calloused hand over the table for Chaser to shake. “Done, and done,” he murmured, and the gleam in his eyes was… unholy.
Shaking it off, Chaser stretched his arms over his head, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I’ll go first shall I?” He flipped his hole cards and the grin grew. “Full house, aces full of kings. And that wipes my debt, Captain.” He sneered the man’s title across the table carelessly, reaching forward to collect the pot.
Captain Magnus’ hand shot out to grab Chaser’s wrist.
“Not so fast, lieutenant,” he breathed, a quiet hiss of words between his teeth. His other hand slowly flipped his own cards, and Chaser felt faint.
“Four of a kind… You bastard…”
“I have a mission for you now, Fox.”
The use of his call sign made Chaser flinch. Shit. What had he done?
“There’s a woman on the enemy cruiser Valentine. Branner. She’s your target. Be ready tomorrow, early, for your briefing. Welcome to the IntelBureau, lieutenant.”
Chaser put his head in his hands and tried not to cry. Sure thing, huh? Shit.
What was his wife going to say?