06-30-2017, 11:12 AM
”Why the fuck didn't you just repair my sword earlier then?”
Jak smiled. “Because you're a dick,” he replied, “and sometimes deserve a does of your own medicine.”
Deadpool chuckled; the eco warrior was right—he was a dick. ”Well, it's fixed now, so I suppose I won't be using your head as an anvil to straighten it.” He sheathed the katana back in its rightful place—over his right shoulder.
The duo climbed over the iron carriage obstructing their exit, and started traversing the narrow passageway to the outside. They walked in a single file, with Jak following closely behind the mercenary.
Deadpool winced as sunlight struck his mask while exiting the tunnel. He shielded his eyes with a forearm, and surveyed their surroundings.
They were in the steel mill's yard. The parallel rails that extended through the passageway stretched out for another handful of meters before forking into a multitude of train tracks, where idle hopper carts contained mounds of coal; there were at least twenty of these tenders scattered along the rails. When the mill still had life, those tenders would be emptied by laborers, who dumped the coal into a pit where the conveyor would then feed it to the furnace; other hopper carts would also be transporting finished steel to wherever it needed to be transported. Now, those carts were just makeshift barrier that separated the old industrial age from the modern age.
Beyond the train tracks, Deadpool could see the city's downtown area as he peered. ”We're almost there, John Holmes.”
Jak tinkered with his watch until it produced the information he sought. “We should be able to reach the safe house before our collars turn us into splattered lasagna.”
”Yeah,” Deadppool replied, “especially if you'd quit dragging your dick and put some pep in your step.”
Jak smiled. “Because you're a dick,” he replied, “and sometimes deserve a does of your own medicine.”
Deadpool chuckled; the eco warrior was right—he was a dick. ”Well, it's fixed now, so I suppose I won't be using your head as an anvil to straighten it.” He sheathed the katana back in its rightful place—over his right shoulder.
The duo climbed over the iron carriage obstructing their exit, and started traversing the narrow passageway to the outside. They walked in a single file, with Jak following closely behind the mercenary.
Deadpool winced as sunlight struck his mask while exiting the tunnel. He shielded his eyes with a forearm, and surveyed their surroundings.
They were in the steel mill's yard. The parallel rails that extended through the passageway stretched out for another handful of meters before forking into a multitude of train tracks, where idle hopper carts contained mounds of coal; there were at least twenty of these tenders scattered along the rails. When the mill still had life, those tenders would be emptied by laborers, who dumped the coal into a pit where the conveyor would then feed it to the furnace; other hopper carts would also be transporting finished steel to wherever it needed to be transported. Now, those carts were just makeshift barrier that separated the old industrial age from the modern age.
Beyond the train tracks, Deadpool could see the city's downtown area as he peered. ”We're almost there, John Holmes.”
Jak tinkered with his watch until it produced the information he sought. “We should be able to reach the safe house before our collars turn us into splattered lasagna.”
”Yeah,” Deadppool replied, “especially if you'd quit dragging your dick and put some pep in your step.”
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