Scouting

[skye]

Layne snarled, virtually tackling the man as his blades dug into his shoulder. It stung but the pain was wondrous. He laughed as he balled his other fists and punched out at the man hoping to catch him a hard hit to the jaw. He spun to Garrett quickly. "Everyone dies Garrett!" He spun back, slicing with his claws. "Better to go out with a bang..." He yelled and he went forward with his claws, aiming for the mans belly. "...than a whimper!"

He laughed as he was sure his claws were about to connect.

[Garrett]

Jestyr smiled at the sound of the mans laughter, "I see you really like to pla...." He began to say when the man's fist slammed into his face. He stumbled back before he recovered and twisted away from his first swing.

Garrett rolled his eyes as he finished fixing the wound. He began running to catch up as laughter flooded the night air.

Jestyr cackled maniacally as the mans claws sliced into the muscle of his gut. "You'll have to do better than that." He laughed as he slashed out at the mans face.
"Tonight is the night that your corpse feeds the worms."[/i]
"Shut your face Leroy."[/i] Spoke Drake.
"Shut up, both of you." Jestyr yelled into the air.

Garrett used Jestyrs moment of distraction to fling a wave of ice to trap Jestrys feet up.

Jestyr frowned as his feet and legs began to feel cold, "What the...?" He asked as he looked down.

Garrett yelled, "Take him alive," as he got closer.

[skye]

Layne smiled as he licked some of the blood off of the index finger claw. He moved directly in front of the man, smiling wickedly. Layne knew that he was just out of reach of the man's hands, and he reveled in the thought. Layne looked over to Garrett and his wicked smile widened. "You just want him alive right?" He slipped the claws onto his other hand and chuckled very darkly, flexing his claws. The soft grating sound filled the night air and Layne almost visibly shivered.

"If you just want him alive...I can cut him up a little bit right? That won't kill him..."

[Garrett]

Jestyr growled in frustration, "Damn you, you ended our fun time you prick." He finally huffed when he realized his struggles were in vain.

Garrett glanced over at Layne, "Only if he tries to run away, fight, or call for back-up." Garrett glared at Jestyr, "I've not seen you before," He said as he grabbed Jestyr by the nape of his neck, "How long have have you worked for Kohl?"

Jestyr blinked at Garrett before spitting in his face."Well, I've worked with him for non-of-your-damn-business. And now i want my lawyer." He said with a sarcastic smile.
"There you go, fight till the end."[/i] Drake sneered in Jestyrs ear.
"Oh will you shut up Drake? Really, you're no help right now." Jestyr said into the air.

Garrett frowned and looked around, "Who the hell are you talking to?" He asked as he glanced to Layne.

[skye]

Layne shook his head. "I think he's just crazy Garrett." His wicked smile broadened. "I think we should just cut his throat. Put him out of his misery." He flexed his fingers, clicking the blades together. "It would make me happy and then the world would be less one more lunatic working for Kohl."

He Leaned against Garrett, draping his arm over Garrett's shoulders, tapping his claws against him.

[Garrett]

Garrett rose an eyebrow at Layne, "Now, how in the hell are we going to get anything out of him if we kill him?" Garrett asked as he shrugged Layne's arm off.

Jestyr sneered at the two of them, "Are you babbling buffoons done, or are you going to talk me to death? If so, you're really horrible about it. I've ordered dinner with more enthusiasm than this."

Garrett glared at the man before slamming his fist into his nose. "Shut up." He ordered.

Jestyr laughed as he felt Garrett's fist collide with his face. "That tickled, do it again?" He asked as blood poured from his nose. Jestyr spat a globule of blood onto the ground as it mixed with his saliva.

Garrett sighed, "Layne can you knock this jackal out?"

[skye]

Layne chuckled and nodded, removing his claws slowly from his right hand. He placed those claws carefully in Garrett's hand and then turned, taking another piece of metal from his pocket and sliding it onto his knuckles. The iron shone dulling as it capped his fingers like a glove. Layne smiled and balled his fist, slamming it into the man's face.

When the man didn't seem to be entirely knocked out, Layne punched him again...and again...riding him to the ground as he tried to pummel him into unconsciousness. After a moment, feeling Garrett's hand on his shoulder, Layne pulled back. He tilted his head as he stood and smiled wickedly. "I think he's been sufficiently shut up."

[Garrett]

Jestir laughed all the way into unconsciousness.

Garrett sighed as he put away Layne's claws, "I would say so. Load him onto the sled and we can be on our way." He sighed as he looked at the distance that they had left to travel. "It's going to be a long walk." Garrett winced as his hip twinged.

A few hours later...

Garrett sighed as he threw Jestir into one of the abandoned rooms.
"That should hold him for a while." He said with a slight hiss of pain. Garrett sighed and checked the wound on his hip and mumbled a curse. "You know how to dress a wound?" Garrett asked Layne.

[skye]

Layne shook his head. "We'll have to take you to see the doc. I'd be a afraid of hurting you more." He motioned for Garrett to follow him away from the man's room. "We can leave the freak here while he's out. Post a guard while we're gone and then after your all bandaged up we can come interrogate." Layne smirked wickedly at the thought of 'interrogating' this interesting specimen.

"Come on let's get you fixed."

[Garrett]

Garrett sighed as he followed Layne "Shit." Garrett hissed as his hip throbbed in pain. Garrett huffed and held his hip, "So, where is the lovely doc today?" Garrett asked as he limped from the room and started down the hall. Garrett thought about Dantea, where was she, how was she doing, and when would he get to see her again? Garrett stopped to lean against the wall as the pain escalated. "Layne, you might have to carry me." He said.

[skye]

Layne sighed, leaning down to put his arm under Garrett's shoulder for support. He pulled him away from the wall, walking slowly down the hall with him, making sure as not to go too fast. "Garrett I don't understand why you are always the one getting hurt here...I mean your top dog, number one, so why are you always getting so damn hurt? Aren't leaders usually moderately safe?" He chuckled and shook his head, nudging open the doctor's door as he answered his own question. "Well, you are out on the front lines and just about every time no matter how much we tell you to keep your ass indoors."

[blair]

Doctor Joshua Scott Padjett, aka Scott, stood up from his desk as the two entered, knowing immediately which of the pair would be hurt and knowing the argument the Layne would be voicing. Walking over to Layne, Scott helped lift Garrett up onto the table they had salvaged not that long ago from a house across town. It was more a kitchen table than an operating table but it was steady and served it's purpose with a white cloth sewn together by one of the residents.

Scott pushed his long red hair, which was in a ponytail at the moment, over his shoulder, huffing. "And you always insist on putting your ass right where all your enemies can kick it." Smiling, Scott leaned his back against the desk. "So what's the problem today Garrett."

[Garrett]

"Geesh, what is today? 'Take-shots-at-the-boss-day'?" Garrett asked as he stripped his shirt off. "It's just a knife wound. In a painful place." He sighed as he pulled the waist of his pants down a little to expose the wound. Garrett sighed,"You guys should know by now, that I don't ask you guys to do anything that I wouldn't. Hence, i have to go out and get my ass kicked from time to time. Personally I'm surprised that I don't have a permanent boot print upon my ass." he grumbled "So, how bad is it Doc?" He asked.

[skye]

Layne shook his head to the side. "Boot print on your ass? I'm surprised there's not one on your face with how often you let people walk all over you."

Layne squeezed Garrett's shoulder. "How are you today doormat?" He shook his head and looked to Scott. "We were fighting this jackass and he scraped him. It's no big deal just his pants rubbed it a bit."

[blair]

Scott nodded, ignoring the snide comments coming out of Layne's mouth. He leaned down and looked at the wound. Touching it gently, he tsked. It wasn't too bad, but it would get infected if Garrett wasn't careful, and he would have to rest a few days to prevent his pants rubbing it any more.

"Well..." Scott straightened and went to his cabinet, pawing through it until he found a bit of antibiotic cream he had concocted. He turned, handing it back to Garrett. "This is for the wound, and you'll have to stay in your room a bit to prevent it rubbing or getting infected."