Dinoplot 3 || Second
Aug. 12th, 2007 01:45 amOnce they'd all gotten themselves ready, Jack lead them off past the Compound, and through the jungle. He moved at a brisk pace, never having been a fan of the old addage 'the army moves as fast as its slowest member' because this wasn't a troop. This was a squadron and he knew how to keep that sort of thing going.
He had his doubts about Peter and Claude, but knew Sarah Jane, Gwen and Ianto wouldn't hesitate in a fight. It was always good to have a medic on the team and since Owen was likely needed more in the clinic, Peter was the next best option.
"Half a mile, maybe less," he called back as he came to a stop and drank a little. "Last chance to pee, drink, or run away." It was as they rested that he heard something move in the underbrush, just before a black dog emerged. "Or show up late to the party. If you're here, Fucker, you're working."
[Gathering style til they hit Dino territory. Talk to Jack, or amongst yourselves!]
He had his doubts about Peter and Claude, but knew Sarah Jane, Gwen and Ianto wouldn't hesitate in a fight. It was always good to have a medic on the team and since Owen was likely needed more in the clinic, Peter was the next best option.
"Half a mile, maybe less," he called back as he came to a stop and drank a little. "Last chance to pee, drink, or run away." It was as they rested that he heard something move in the underbrush, just before a black dog emerged. "Or show up late to the party. If you're here, Fucker, you're working."
[Gathering style til they hit Dino territory. Talk to Jack, or amongst yourselves!]
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Date: 2007-08-12 05:55 am (UTC)He kept his head down and walked, and when they stopped, he still kept his head down, drinking water automatically just to keep himself hydrated, lifting his gaze discreetly every so often to see how the rest of the group was, or to see if there were any snakes dropping down by his head like last time.
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Date: 2007-08-12 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-12 06:27 am (UTC)He gave Jack a quick half-smile, more to reassure the other man than anything Ianto actually felt. "I'm fine. We've made good time."
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Date: 2007-08-12 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-12 07:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-12 07:45 am (UTC)Crippled. God, how he hated that word. It was like bile on his tongue just to say it, even about the prehistoric beasts.
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Date: 2007-08-12 08:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-12 08:03 am (UTC)Not a prayer of that actually happening, but it was a nice thought.