By Yarol
Disclaimer: Captain
Scarlet and the Mysterons
belong to Gerry Anderson &Co. I'm only playing with the characters out of a
deep seated affection with no harm intended.
"Captain
Black..."
"Yes,
Darling?"
There
was a definite, pained, pause hanging in the air, even if there was no physical
being in the room besides the man dressed in black. Conrad Turner smiled
slightly, he took his victories where he could find them.
"...We
thought we had a agreed that you would stop
doing that."
"You
decided that, you then took me over and made my mouth move so I appeared to be
speaking and made me say I agreed," Turner pointed out, as he pored
over the blue-prints a Mysteron duplicate had stolen
earlier that day, "I did not actually agree to anything. In fact,
I've never agreed to or with anything you've done."
"And
yet you have begun helping us plan our acts of retribution, Captain
Black."
"Chances
are," he shrugged, "I will either die in this insane war, or, if by
chance you come to your collective senses and realize this is a colossal
mistake and textbook example disproportionate retribution, be put on trial
after you leave Earth for having made the mistake that start this whole
nightmare. I may as well be guilty of something."
'Besides,'
Turner thought in the very small corner of
his mind he had kept free of Mysteron intrusion, 'I
can also try to minimize the damage you do, and give Spectrum a fighting
chance.'
He
could sense his Mysteron masters considering his
words. They were suspicious, yet couldn't find any real fault in them.
"Very
well, Captain Black. What progress have you made on our latest plan?"
"I'm
afraid not much, whoever designed this nuclear reactor was very thorough when
considering fail-safe precautions, Darling."
He
could almost hear an exasperated sigh, and smiled again.
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