Atalanta part 13
Apr. 28th, 2011 11:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drownedinlightPLOT!
Greer grumbled but dug into the pantry for a can of chicken noodle soup, punching open the top and pouring it into a saucepan when he found it. He added some water and heated it up, his eyes always wandering back to the modem, which he had set underneath the dining table near the monitor, mouse and keyboard Charlotte, had set up for when Natalie returned. When the soup began to bubble a little, he took it off of the burner and began stirring it before he poured it into a bowl, and added a spoon on the side, before he took it into Natalie’s room where she was settled into bed, blankets drawn up around her.
“Here you are my lady,” he said, waiting as she sat up to hand it to her.
“Well, it’s about time,” Natalie mock huffed, taking the bowl from him.
“I’ll just clean up and be out of the way then, so you can rest,” he said, turning to leave the room.
“You can just leave the dishes, I can get them later,” Charlotte told him.
“Speaking from personal experience, soup remnants are not always the easiest to clean from pots. It’ll take me like two minutes, and then I will be out. I’ll call to you as I’m leaving,” he said.
“All right, if you’re so sure,” Charlotte called after him as he walked down the hall.
“I am!” he called back, heading straight for the modem, hooking in all of the necessary wires before hitting the power button. He waited for it to load impatiently hissing at it, and when it finally did he came across a password guarded screen. Breaking it easily enough, he came to the main screen of the computer and began searching the computer for the data he had looked far and wide for: information about the Superhero Collective and where exactly they had gone. He located some files which we he read them looked like promising information on someone Maestro referred to as boss.
Removing a thumb drive from his pocket, Greer put it into the computer and began trying to transfer the files. Then, what felt like the impossible happen and a window came up onto the screen, announcing that it was deleting the entry hard drive.
“What?” he shouted, desperately hacking at the keys to make it stop. “No! No! Don’t—” but the screen had already gone bad.
“Do you think we should say something or wait for him to tell us,” Natalie said. Greer looked up and saw them in the hallway.
“You couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” Charlotte asked, shaking her head.
“You eat soup super-fast,” Greer remarked.
“And apparently you hack super bad,” Natalie retorted. “Luckily enough I thought that might happen when someone tried to remove isolated data from the hard drive and had Charlotte make a copy on an external.”
“Greer, I think you need to leave now, before something happens,” Charlotte told him, her arms crossed on her cheast.
“Look, I didn’t mean to—”
“I know what you meant to do Greer, and it certainly wasn’t wait for us,” Charlotte interrupted him.
“I made a mistake,” he protested.
“And I am willing to forgive you for that mistake,” she told him. “But not right now. I need you to leave because I am pissed at you right now, and I would like to talk about this like a calm, rational person.” Greer licked his lips, and grabbed his coat, before heading out the door without another word.
“Sorry, Char,” Natalie said.
“It’s fine,” Charlotte said. “He did help me save your life, so I think I can get over a small breach in trust. I know he did it for the right reasons.”
“We still asked him to wait and he didn’t,” Natalie replied. “I mean, I don’t have a connection with him, like you do, but—”
“What?” Charlotte asked. “What are you talking about, Natalie, ‘a connection?’”
“Yeah, you guys are like totally into each other,” Natalie explained, walking back towards her bedroom. “Anyway, do you want to talk to me as I fall asleep? I really am wiped.”
“I never doubted that you were,” Charlotte said. “I wasn’t trying to test him, Natalie.”
“I didn’t think you were. I guess I just didn’t want you to think that I was.” Natalie climbed into bed, and her shoulders fell. “Being a superhero is hard, and being on the offensive of another superhero is harder. I don’t think I can do this second guessing and being suspicious of suspicions thing.”
“We’ll make it better,” Charlotte said, tucking in the blankets around her friend. “But I think deep down he’s angry that we didn’t let him have at it, and upset that we caught him like that. And well, we’re angry because though he was just a little impatient, it still feels like he doesn’t trust us to trust him.”
“Yep,” Natalie said with a yawn. “You’ve learned something from my psychology ranting.”
“Well, after three years, you think I would,” Charlotte retorted. She rose and headed for the door, flicking off the light once she was there. “Good night, Nat, sweet dreams.”
“Night, Char,” Natalie replied, rolling over. Charlotte smiled and closed the door.
She crossed back into the main living area and flopped onto the couch, reaching for the remote in the same motion. She turned on the TV, and found the news already up.
News Report:
We reported a few days ago on the situation of Maestro being caught under a false name yet again, but found that it was not only the superwoman who apprehended him. Natalie Carpenter, a victim of Maestro’s kidnapping, told police that there was another superhero helping Atalanta and called Strike. Well, now it appears recruitment calls are being sent out, because a message was intercepted calling for anyone with special abilities to rise up and head the warrior’s call. It is not confirmed as to who sent this message, but we do have to wonder if it was not the superwoman herself, Atalanta.
“No it was not,” Charlotte said as they moved on to the next story. “It was definitely not Atalanta.”
Greer grumbled but dug into the pantry for a can of chicken noodle soup, punching open the top and pouring it into a saucepan when he found it. He added some water and heated it up, his eyes always wandering back to the modem, which he had set underneath the dining table near the monitor, mouse and keyboard Charlotte, had set up for when Natalie returned. When the soup began to bubble a little, he took it off of the burner and began stirring it before he poured it into a bowl, and added a spoon on the side, before he took it into Natalie’s room where she was settled into bed, blankets drawn up around her.
“Here you are my lady,” he said, waiting as she sat up to hand it to her.
“Well, it’s about time,” Natalie mock huffed, taking the bowl from him.
“I’ll just clean up and be out of the way then, so you can rest,” he said, turning to leave the room.
“You can just leave the dishes, I can get them later,” Charlotte told him.
“Speaking from personal experience, soup remnants are not always the easiest to clean from pots. It’ll take me like two minutes, and then I will be out. I’ll call to you as I’m leaving,” he said.
“All right, if you’re so sure,” Charlotte called after him as he walked down the hall.
“I am!” he called back, heading straight for the modem, hooking in all of the necessary wires before hitting the power button. He waited for it to load impatiently hissing at it, and when it finally did he came across a password guarded screen. Breaking it easily enough, he came to the main screen of the computer and began searching the computer for the data he had looked far and wide for: information about the Superhero Collective and where exactly they had gone. He located some files which we he read them looked like promising information on someone Maestro referred to as boss.
Removing a thumb drive from his pocket, Greer put it into the computer and began trying to transfer the files. Then, what felt like the impossible happen and a window came up onto the screen, announcing that it was deleting the entry hard drive.
“What?” he shouted, desperately hacking at the keys to make it stop. “No! No! Don’t—” but the screen had already gone bad.
“Do you think we should say something or wait for him to tell us,” Natalie said. Greer looked up and saw them in the hallway.
“You couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” Charlotte asked, shaking her head.
“You eat soup super-fast,” Greer remarked.
“And apparently you hack super bad,” Natalie retorted. “Luckily enough I thought that might happen when someone tried to remove isolated data from the hard drive and had Charlotte make a copy on an external.”
“Greer, I think you need to leave now, before something happens,” Charlotte told him, her arms crossed on her cheast.
“Look, I didn’t mean to—”
“I know what you meant to do Greer, and it certainly wasn’t wait for us,” Charlotte interrupted him.
“I made a mistake,” he protested.
“And I am willing to forgive you for that mistake,” she told him. “But not right now. I need you to leave because I am pissed at you right now, and I would like to talk about this like a calm, rational person.” Greer licked his lips, and grabbed his coat, before heading out the door without another word.
“Sorry, Char,” Natalie said.
“It’s fine,” Charlotte said. “He did help me save your life, so I think I can get over a small breach in trust. I know he did it for the right reasons.”
“We still asked him to wait and he didn’t,” Natalie replied. “I mean, I don’t have a connection with him, like you do, but—”
“What?” Charlotte asked. “What are you talking about, Natalie, ‘a connection?’”
“Yeah, you guys are like totally into each other,” Natalie explained, walking back towards her bedroom. “Anyway, do you want to talk to me as I fall asleep? I really am wiped.”
“I never doubted that you were,” Charlotte said. “I wasn’t trying to test him, Natalie.”
“I didn’t think you were. I guess I just didn’t want you to think that I was.” Natalie climbed into bed, and her shoulders fell. “Being a superhero is hard, and being on the offensive of another superhero is harder. I don’t think I can do this second guessing and being suspicious of suspicions thing.”
“We’ll make it better,” Charlotte said, tucking in the blankets around her friend. “But I think deep down he’s angry that we didn’t let him have at it, and upset that we caught him like that. And well, we’re angry because though he was just a little impatient, it still feels like he doesn’t trust us to trust him.”
“Yep,” Natalie said with a yawn. “You’ve learned something from my psychology ranting.”
“Well, after three years, you think I would,” Charlotte retorted. She rose and headed for the door, flicking off the light once she was there. “Good night, Nat, sweet dreams.”
“Night, Char,” Natalie replied, rolling over. Charlotte smiled and closed the door.
She crossed back into the main living area and flopped onto the couch, reaching for the remote in the same motion. She turned on the TV, and found the news already up.
News Report:
We reported a few days ago on the situation of Maestro being caught under a false name yet again, but found that it was not only the superwoman who apprehended him. Natalie Carpenter, a victim of Maestro’s kidnapping, told police that there was another superhero helping Atalanta and called Strike. Well, now it appears recruitment calls are being sent out, because a message was intercepted calling for anyone with special abilities to rise up and head the warrior’s call. It is not confirmed as to who sent this message, but we do have to wonder if it was not the superwoman herself, Atalanta.
“No it was not,” Charlotte said as they moved on to the next story. “It was definitely not Atalanta.”
