#erick: 02

It wasn’t in Erick’s nature to leave things for other people to do, especially when it came to something like what had just happened to him and the other kidnapping victims.  That was why as soon as the doctor had finished checking on him, Erick had pulled out the IVs and the various leads from the monitors and walked out of the infirmary.  Sure he probably should have stayed for observation like the doctors wanted, but he wasn’t going to let any more time go to waste when he could be out tracking down the group that had kidnapped him and the others.

Slipping into the agent’s locker room and grabbing his clothes, Erick scowled at his service pistol hanging in his locker before grabbing it and tucking the holster into his waistband.  The fact that he was forced to rely on it again instead of his natural abilities only served to reignite his anger at the group who did this to him.  The final touch was the hat he grabbed so he could blend in, hopefully without being stopped and forced back to the infirmary.

It wasn’t until he got outside to the motor pool that Erick ran into his issue; the agent in charge of watching over the motor pool was sitting inside the building.  “Fuck!"  Erick shouted, fuming at his lack of luck.  "Ymir’s hairy frozen ballsack!  Of all the gods damned…"  Erick trailed off when he heard someone approaching him and sighed.  "Alright, you caught me.”

“I go to the bathroom for all of two minutes and you decide to stage a prison break, Magnusson?”  It wasn’t necessarily a surprise, not when it came to Erick.  She’d never known him to take anything lying down, much less ‘take it easy.’  In fact, Rowan had been shocked to have gone to visit her friend and found him in the infirmary at all.  It was a surprise that it had taken him this long to arrange his escape.

She did feel bad to have surprised him so thoroughly, but her short little legs could only track him down in C.A.R.M.A.’s building so quickly.  Heaving a small sigh, she leaned her body against the door frame and looked her friend over.  It could have been worse, she mused - they could have decided to eliminate Metahumans completely, rather than just ‘cure’ them.  Though that was bad enough, at least Erick was still around.  But it didn’t erase her concern for him and whatever place he was mentally at the moment.  “So what was the grand plan?  Hope and pray that none of the unlimited surveillance in this building and numerous agents wouldn’t notice you after everything that just happened?”