Elijah almost loses himself, he's so amused watching Jakita go. It's a shame these pikers are hardly a challenge. They have numbers and guns, but for Jakita, that's barely a warm up.
Best not to get too cocky, though. A cell has managed to get dangerously close. He hears one shout, in Arabic, "Don't move, Yankee, or you're dead."
"Sorry, you motherless dogs," he says back, in perfect Arabic. "Just keep in mind, this is kinder than what Black Adam would do to you if he found you in his territory."
The terrorists only have a second to scream as the ice encases them. They'll live, but with a nasty case of hypothermia.
He doesn't even know who these fighters are. Al-Qaeda? ISIS? Some local Hydra cell? This Southern desert region has been a thruway for all manner of unscrupulous types. Rumor has it some of them may have Adam's tacit approval, but more than a few have turned up ripped in half, so that may be just stories. Even Black adam can't be everywhere at once.
Elijah walks calmly to one of the nearly frozen terrorists.
"Talk to me about the ghost," he says. The terrorists eyes widen in fear.
"The Ghost of the Desert," he says, switching to English. "We do not talk about ..."
The terrorist is interrupted by a single bullet. His head explodes.
Elijah turns to see where it came from, and sees a thin, muscular man silhouetted in the moonlight, a sniper's rifle in his hand.
"I think we've found our ghost," says Elijah, calmer-sounding than he feels.
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Re: Later, in Kahndaq ...
Date: 2016-12-15 03:57 am (UTC)Best not to get too cocky, though. A cell has managed to get dangerously close. He hears one shout, in Arabic, "Don't move, Yankee, or you're dead."
"Sorry, you motherless dogs," he says back, in perfect Arabic. "Just keep in mind, this is kinder than what Black Adam would do to you if he found you in his territory."
The terrorists only have a second to scream as the ice encases them. They'll live, but with a nasty case of hypothermia.
He doesn't even know who these fighters are. Al-Qaeda? ISIS? Some local Hydra cell? This Southern desert region has been a thruway for all manner of unscrupulous types. Rumor has it some of them may have Adam's tacit approval, but more than a few have turned up ripped in half, so that may be just stories. Even Black adam can't be everywhere at once.
Elijah walks calmly to one of the nearly frozen terrorists.
"Talk to me about the ghost," he says. The terrorists eyes widen in fear.
"The Ghost of the Desert," he says, switching to English. "We do not talk about ..."
The terrorist is interrupted by a single bullet. His head explodes.
Elijah turns to see where it came from, and sees a thin, muscular man silhouetted in the moonlight, a sniper's rifle in his hand.
"I think we've found our ghost," says Elijah, calmer-sounding than he feels.