The Great Game
Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 8:59 pm
The Bizarre – Date Undetermined
Eddie looked out of the third story window at the bewildering chaos of the multidimensional bizarre a crazed amalgamation of every ethnic marketplace in Earth history and a few alien.
The flight stroke jump had been relatively bumpy, however his younger brother was utterly comatose so hadn’t noticed, due to Sellockes hard work the outfitted PBY Catalina flying boat had made its techno-arcane transit with minimal fuss.
He now stood in a modest office, somehow acquired by their employer the eminent doctor.
The room was decorated with modest momentos of the seaside, lighthouse plaques, ships wheels and a desk made from exotic island wood.
The doctor stood passively behind his desk, Elliot upon regaining his senses had made his way straight to the office and was ranting.
“Your damned mission got everybody killed” Elliot said ominously
The Doctor merely looked at the younger Hoste eyebrow twitching
“NOTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF” he snarled “COME ON ANSWER ME WHAT WAS WORTH THAT”
Eddie sighed and looked back out of the window at the alien vendors hawking weird and often disgusting wares, the Doctor responded by walking around the desk to his washed wood sideboard and poured himself a cup of Darjeeling.
Elliot shook with rage, perhaps it was the fact that the Doctor was an old man, although Eddie knew the reality of that façade or was it the Doctor's considerable skills in the paranormal arts that restrained his younger brother.
“IT WAS A FUCKING SUICIDE MISSION, HAROLD WAS A MONSTROSITY, IT,...HE WAS SOMETHING ALIEN, HUGE, TERRIBLE AND YOU SENT US THERE, YOU BASTARD!”
The Doctor sipped his tea but still remained silent, Eddie could tell this was sending his brother completely over the edge
“Only four of us made it back, FOUR, four out of twenty, FOUR OUT OF TWENTY!” Elliot roared
“I think you’ve had your say Elliot!” Eddie’s head snapped around, the Doctors voice although quiet was thunderous
Elliot’s eyes budged” “You knew the risks, you’ve always known the risks” said the Doctor sternly
“You sent us into a death trap” Elliot growled
“No you walked into a death trap, like the countless times before that”
“A death trap” Elliot whispered his eyes now closed “YOU BASTARD”
“It was your decision to take your lady friend Mr Hoste, I’ve always given you that freedom and have never forced you to take any mission”
Elliot raised his head and looked the Doctor straight in the eye “I’m done”
“Fair enough” replied the Doctor and watched him as he left the room
Eddie grimly watched his brother march through the stalls back to the Catalina
“Does that sentiment apply to you” the Doctor asked after several minutes, Eddie realised he was stood next to him looking down at the bizarre
“And return to my tyrannical matriarch or worst still Infinity Inc not likely doc” Eddie stood, “However I’ll have to get him back to the Palace”
“We’ll need to try for another Sextant or our efforts will entirely be in vain!"
“Yeah I guessed that” Eddie replied, pulling on his greatcoat and left the room
Eddie looked out of the third story window at the bewildering chaos of the multidimensional bizarre a crazed amalgamation of every ethnic marketplace in Earth history and a few alien.
The flight stroke jump had been relatively bumpy, however his younger brother was utterly comatose so hadn’t noticed, due to Sellockes hard work the outfitted PBY Catalina flying boat had made its techno-arcane transit with minimal fuss.
He now stood in a modest office, somehow acquired by their employer the eminent doctor.
The room was decorated with modest momentos of the seaside, lighthouse plaques, ships wheels and a desk made from exotic island wood.
The doctor stood passively behind his desk, Elliot upon regaining his senses had made his way straight to the office and was ranting.
“Your damned mission got everybody killed” Elliot said ominously
The Doctor merely looked at the younger Hoste eyebrow twitching
“NOTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF” he snarled “COME ON ANSWER ME WHAT WAS WORTH THAT”
Eddie sighed and looked back out of the window at the alien vendors hawking weird and often disgusting wares, the Doctor responded by walking around the desk to his washed wood sideboard and poured himself a cup of Darjeeling.
Elliot shook with rage, perhaps it was the fact that the Doctor was an old man, although Eddie knew the reality of that façade or was it the Doctor's considerable skills in the paranormal arts that restrained his younger brother.
“IT WAS A FUCKING SUICIDE MISSION, HAROLD WAS A MONSTROSITY, IT,...HE WAS SOMETHING ALIEN, HUGE, TERRIBLE AND YOU SENT US THERE, YOU BASTARD!”
The Doctor sipped his tea but still remained silent, Eddie could tell this was sending his brother completely over the edge
“Only four of us made it back, FOUR, four out of twenty, FOUR OUT OF TWENTY!” Elliot roared
“I think you’ve had your say Elliot!” Eddie’s head snapped around, the Doctors voice although quiet was thunderous
Elliot’s eyes budged” “You knew the risks, you’ve always known the risks” said the Doctor sternly
“You sent us into a death trap” Elliot growled
“No you walked into a death trap, like the countless times before that”
“A death trap” Elliot whispered his eyes now closed “YOU BASTARD”
“It was your decision to take your lady friend Mr Hoste, I’ve always given you that freedom and have never forced you to take any mission”
Elliot raised his head and looked the Doctor straight in the eye “I’m done”
“Fair enough” replied the Doctor and watched him as he left the room
Eddie grimly watched his brother march through the stalls back to the Catalina
“Does that sentiment apply to you” the Doctor asked after several minutes, Eddie realised he was stood next to him looking down at the bizarre
“And return to my tyrannical matriarch or worst still Infinity Inc not likely doc” Eddie stood, “However I’ll have to get him back to the Palace”
“We’ll need to try for another Sextant or our efforts will entirely be in vain!"
“Yeah I guessed that” Eddie replied, pulling on his greatcoat and left the room