Post by flippmoke on Dec 16, 2009 16:54:40 GMT -5
Nigel sat at the cold desk inside the officer's quarters at the New Amsterdam, the ever present cold wind was pouring cold air into the room through every minute crack that it could possibly find. His legs shaking Nigel looked at the plans of the base before him.
"How is the construction coming up over here?" asked Nigel as he pointed to a section of the map.
"It was finished last night at 2200 hours," said an engineer who was in a large parka also shaking despite having more clothes on then Nigel.
"Thanks, you are dismissed," said Nigel as he nodded with a slight smile to the engineer.
"Yes, sir," said the engineer with a bleak look on his face knowing that he was dismissed out of the office and into the freezing cold. With a grimace he opened the door of the office building, sending a wave of frost into the room, chilling Nigel almost to the bone. The door slammed shut a moment later as the cold wind caught it slamming it back into the office with a thud.
The following silence left Nigel a moment to think, and perhaps some time alone for once. He had been wrapped up in the works at the base several days now and it was beginning to wear on him. It made him miss the warmth of the desert and the warmth of friends he had enjoyed while in the desert. Despite all their problems there, Nigel had formed a bond with the men that had made it out of there alive. The work at New Amsterdam had pulled him away from those men and he looked forward to spending more time with them.
As if his thoughts were suddenly answered the door was ripped open again and another blast of cold air was sent across the office causing papers to fly up into the air, two figures in cold weather gear stepped through to the door to reveal Kyle Webb and Tim Sheetz.
Nigel opened his mouth but Kyle spoke first shaking a piece of paper in his hands, "We found her, she is in Canada someplace!" shouted Kyle with a large grin across his face.
"Who?" questioned Nigel as he jumped slightly as the door slammed shut behind the two men.
"Melissa", said Kyle with the grin on his face growing even larger, before he could even finish his sentence Nigel was already reaching into his desk pulling out his pistol.
"I will be on the Medea, let me know when we have our target," said Nigel as he stood up cocking the weapon as if danger was right outside the door.
"Sir.." said Kyle trying to stop Nigel as he made his way to the door, but Nigel seemed to ignore the entire point and was examining his pistol as he walked out the door, it opening and slamming again leaving Kyle and Tim alone in the room.
"We don't have a fucking clue where in Canada do we?" said Tim as he looked at Kyle's baffled face.
"None," said Kyle as he sighed.
"How is the construction coming up over here?" asked Nigel as he pointed to a section of the map.
"It was finished last night at 2200 hours," said an engineer who was in a large parka also shaking despite having more clothes on then Nigel.
"Thanks, you are dismissed," said Nigel as he nodded with a slight smile to the engineer.
"Yes, sir," said the engineer with a bleak look on his face knowing that he was dismissed out of the office and into the freezing cold. With a grimace he opened the door of the office building, sending a wave of frost into the room, chilling Nigel almost to the bone. The door slammed shut a moment later as the cold wind caught it slamming it back into the office with a thud.
The following silence left Nigel a moment to think, and perhaps some time alone for once. He had been wrapped up in the works at the base several days now and it was beginning to wear on him. It made him miss the warmth of the desert and the warmth of friends he had enjoyed while in the desert. Despite all their problems there, Nigel had formed a bond with the men that had made it out of there alive. The work at New Amsterdam had pulled him away from those men and he looked forward to spending more time with them.
As if his thoughts were suddenly answered the door was ripped open again and another blast of cold air was sent across the office causing papers to fly up into the air, two figures in cold weather gear stepped through to the door to reveal Kyle Webb and Tim Sheetz.
Nigel opened his mouth but Kyle spoke first shaking a piece of paper in his hands, "We found her, she is in Canada someplace!" shouted Kyle with a large grin across his face.
"Who?" questioned Nigel as he jumped slightly as the door slammed shut behind the two men.
"Melissa", said Kyle with the grin on his face growing even larger, before he could even finish his sentence Nigel was already reaching into his desk pulling out his pistol.
"I will be on the Medea, let me know when we have our target," said Nigel as he stood up cocking the weapon as if danger was right outside the door.
"Sir.." said Kyle trying to stop Nigel as he made his way to the door, but Nigel seemed to ignore the entire point and was examining his pistol as he walked out the door, it opening and slamming again leaving Kyle and Tim alone in the room.
"We don't have a fucking clue where in Canada do we?" said Tim as he looked at Kyle's baffled face.
"None," said Kyle as he sighed.