*PREHISTORIC

“Put... put the gun down...” He spoke coolly, moved slowly with hands raised in a manner of defense. Surely this had to have looked AWFULLY suspicious. He wasn’t even apart of NEST, he worked at a facility about a state or two away in fact. “This is clearly a misunderstanding!” Tone rings with something akin to amusement--- as though trying to lighten the mood and ease the woman into lowering her weapon. Yet, she was persistent. Finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger, if she wasn’t already PULLING it.

The mistake is made when he attempts to lunge forward--- in an effort to snatch the gun from her hands. But she was QUICK to act. Gunshot rang loudly in his ears. Pain shot down the length of his arm and through his shoulder and back. That burning kind of pain, almost numbing. Nothing more then a shaky kind of groan let his lips as he stumbled back into the wall behind him. Finally looking at the damage she’d done with her gun. And there it was, a perfect little tare in his shirt and blood soaking the fabric along his shoulder ( and along his back he could feel ) . From what he could tell by the complete agony he was in--- the bullet went in his shoulder and came back out somewhere dangerously close to his spine.

❛    what  does  that  mean    ?   ❜     the question tumbles out of him in the puff of a single breath  &  on the instant leon sinks his teeth down into his tongue .  the next few moments were some sort of HOLY  SHIT  realization & he hadn’t really needed to ask .  he starts to twist a little harder ,  shoulders moving side to side .    there was a little give & all he had to do now was utilise ,   ❛   you  know  what  would  make  this  experience  really  exhilarating  ?   if  i  broke  every  bone  in  your  body …   ❜      he leans forward into the table ,   ❛     from  where  i’m  sitting  it  looks  like  you  have  a  real  bad  case  of  breakup  bitterness .   what  happened  with  umbrella   ?   dinosaurs  too  childish  for  them ,  too   ?    ❜    

Teeth bare in a smile. Why, he was terribly glad the man had asked. “You like Jurassic Park growin’ up? It’s a bit like that.” A pause. “A fuckin’ lot actually. Except--- more effective. Not a park. I’m sure you get the picture.” Arms move to cross over his chest as the younger continued. Brows shooting up enthusiastically at the idle threat. As if he hasn’t heard that one before. Nor had it done. BUMMER. “Really? That’s all ya got? Damn, you seemed more... CLEVER... when we met. Pity.” Philip snickered then, shaking a knowing finger at Kennedy. OH if he only knew that half of it. But he’ll give it to the other short. “Funny you should mention that though, they did laugh at me. Meanwhile that were fawning over their ‘prized’ creations. Disgusting mounds of tangled up flesh and rot.”

inscrutable stare lay fixedly on his captor ,   shoulders pulled down  &  pressed back against the chair they’d parked him in .  he’d been discreetly twisting & wrenching at his confines all the time the other had been on his wordy tirade ,  but there was a sparse amount of room ,  the knots tricky ,  &  it had only resulted in a nasty case of rope burn instead of a great escape .  he stilled as philip leaned in ,   close enough that leon had to grapple with the hankering to rear his head forward & break his nose for him ,   ❛     maybe  sooner  than  you  think  ,   but  i'll  have  to  take  a  rain  check ,  ❜         he quipped ,  bending his head to one side ,    eyes flickering about the room .   a vacant space with one door ,    feasibly a few people on the other side of it ,  harsh lights …     suddenly his attention snapped back ,   eyes landing sharply on the other .    UMBRELLA ,  neither had to utter the name to know that’s what or who he was talking about .  leon tried not to focus on the sinking feeling in his gut  &  how the minute of silence in which he was left digesting the information seemed to stretch on infinitely .          he started up with trying to loosen the binds again ,                ❛     —–     i  could  answer  that ,     if  i were  five  again .   ❜

The young man was struggling against his restraints, but, Philip honestly couldn’t care less. Where was he gonna run off too? He’d gunned down the second he stepped out the door of this cell. Not to mention the boat was gone, back to the mainland for the month, and the rest of the island outsides its many facilities was.... Well inhabited. ”What? Dinosaurs too CHILDISH a topic for ya? How bloody boring.” Philip couldn’t stifle the chuckle that left him as he made himself comfortable. Long leg hooking over a knee as arms fold behind the back of his neck. “As an paleontologist--- it’s almost.... an obligation that I ask at least once. What, am I suppose to ask what’s your favorite virus that the dipsticks at Umbrella shat out? Besides,” he started with a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, “Why wouldn’t you want your favorite prehistoric animal to be the last thing you see? I could choose your fate myself--- I was just trying to make it more.... exhilarating for you!”

Shoulders tensed at the others words. The manner in which Albert spoke didn’t settle well with already anxious thoughts buzzing about. Words almost drip with something akin to venom. Or, perhaps his looming exhaustion played into that. Palms kneed heavily against sore and strained eyes as he shook his head. “I don’t need... I don’t need to rest.”

Philip shot up from where he sat then. Placing a bit of DISTANCE between himself and Albert in the room. Tensions were steadily rising. He already had the attention of his superiors. They were bound to grow tired of him sooner or later. Or someone else altogether. “I just fuckin’... need a drink. Or something. A smoke.” The rouge researcher stammered on, “I can’t bloody sleep anyway. Second you walk out that door, someone else could swing right in a blow my brains all over my fuckin’ walls.”

“Oh, I’ll get there eventually.” Philip coolly started, fingers sifting through a folder of papers. Looked brand new, as though it was just put to use. With a sigh he slapped the folder loudly on the table opposite of where the man was bound. Nicer than the normal jail cell, but but still as uncomfortably barren. Lean form turned then to face the younger man. A smile devilishly working across his features as he closed the space between them. “I’ll likely see you there goodie two shoes.”