Alone in the Dark?

June 02, 2017:

June thanks Taskmaster for saving her life.

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NPCs: Carpenter, Matador

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Fade In…

June has had a rough couple days. Finally, she goes to try to find Taskmaster. She'll go either to his old room (if she can) or the area /under/ his old room. She tries knocking on…well, whatever there is to knock on.

*

Taskmaster's old room consists of a stereo and bags full of weapons and gear. The man is inside of it though, putting together a gun. Those who know their firearms would recognize the TDI Vector SMG. This is similar but not that. This thing is built to tear through even superhumans with denser than normal skin. A special find.

Looking up that skullmask stares towards June, no door. It got blown away by one of Big Wheel's salvos of gunfire the other night. "Doc." He offers.

*

June has been carrying something, and she offers it out. A plate of warm peanut butter cookies. "Taskmaster." She doesn't usually use his full name. "Cookies?" She takes one step in, but no further.

*

A grunt and he stands up from the ground, wiping his hands off to drop the rag then grab up several of the cookies. "Thanks. Did things wind down last night or are we expecting more screaming, yelling and throwing of things?" Taskmaster is a killer-for-hire. Not a therapist.

"I…think they did. It's not exactly clear." She'll set the plate down on whatever open surface she can find. "Can we talk?" June isn't a therapist either. But nor does she have the emotional walls most of this team does.

*

"Good." Taskmaster says flatly. "Talk away. I am here only gathering up a couple things." The cookie is shoved underneath his mask, chewed on and within seconds it will dissappear. He is studying her though, he always is. Not a one of them doesn't get that look.

*

June hesitates a moment, before finally saying "Thank you. For saving me the other night. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, I'm pretty sure." She looks uncertain how to go on. "I know I'm not from the same…world? Cloth? Type of person most of the squad is. But I get the feeling most of the team isn't used to getting honest thank yous. It…just felt like I should."

*

"We're expected to be a team. Its what we do." Taskmaster states. "Can't just sit there an watch a pretty woman bleed out like that, make me a monster." Also Enchantress might have sprung out in a bad mood. "And, yeah, yanno. I cant remember the last time I heard a thank you from anybody." That is an odd thing to think about and hes not done it until now. "Stay what you are though, don't become like us. I'm only teaching you enough to defend yourself, not be a killer for a reason."

*

She nods. "Look…we need you. All of us, honestly, even if the others wouldn't admit it. You've got the tactical mind that no one else on this team has." June says, and then manages a smile.

"You're the sticky peanut butter that holds everything together."

*

"Satan holds all of our leashes. That doesn't mean we all have to kennel together." Taskmaster says, "These women, they may be sweet on you because they see something inside of you that they all lost but that doesn't mean you can trust them. I been stressin' this to all of you, trust is not something we need to work in the bounds of. We can work together, kill together, drink together even fuck eachother but end of the day, its every scumbag for themselves. Gonna come a point where the limit is gonna be pressed and they'll stick a knife in you." Another cookie vanishes behind the mask, nice and soft. Not a single crunch sound. Best kind of cookies. "Don't let this fool you. This slumming it together. I almost did, I almost got too comfortable. Last night was a great reminder."

He holds up another cookie, "These are good."

*

There's a hesitation, and then she says "I trust you. I know you don't like the Witch. You had every chance to let me bleed out, and no one would have thought twice about it. No one would have even known. There's an old saying about who you truly are coming out when you're alone in the dark. That was an "alone in the dark" kind of moment." June looks back.

"Well, Doc. For what its worth I am glad you didn't die." Taskmaster says before he crouches and rolls up the wrap that was acting as floor for the SMG. Stashing it in a pile of tubes. "Who else would make me these cookies?" A wink. She can see it from the eyesocket and then a gloved hand pats her cheek.

Task's hand drops and he looks past her, at the hallway which some of it has already been repaired, "Ivy's gal, Carpenter. Shes hard at work ain't she." Not a question just an observation.

*

"And who else would train me if you died?" June says, amused. She turns to look. "Yeah. Almost seems like it'd be easier to get another building."

*

"Ravager could handle that actually. Shes got a lot of murderous talent." Taskmaster admits. Shes not on his level or Deathstroke but she has the knowledge, has enough experience and is fully capable. "You would think it would be easier to get another building. I think they are invested here now though."

A slam sound as Carpenter tosses something down on the floor. Curses and an excessive amount of profanity escapes the woman.

*

"She's even harder to read than you are. And you're the one in the full-face mask." June points out. "Anyway. It seems like I need more training. And more body armor."

*

"I ordered your armor. Its in transit and training, yeah, you are." Taskmaster agrees. "Rosie is hard to read? Shes a doll, shes softer than she likes to pretend. Shes also meaner than you've witnessed but shes not… entirely twisted. There is some code of honor thats keeping her strung together and on the straight'n'narrow."
"Unlike some of us. You'd have to understand her family to get that though."

*

"Rosie is hard to read." June re-iterates. "She bailed on us the other night. I can't picture any of the others doing that."

*

"Get to know her father and you'll learn hard to read. Yeah, I don't know if she bailed or… what that was. Warned you though, don't trust too deep." June forgets he abandoned them once already too. The mercenary slings a bag over his shoulder and steps out in to the hall. Over a piece of what appears to be cleaned off bone. Might be Kangaroo's femur. Those nasty Hyena's are leaving bits and pieces allover.

A light haired brunette comes bounding down the hall in overalls, a drill in one hand. "I just found a guy in the other room, I think he crawled out of one of Ivy's pods. Should I shove him back in or… He's speaking real fast Spanish. I'm not that fluent." The woman doesn't seem at all bothered by any of this, she is after all a villainous 'handywoman' aka the Carpenter.

"Matador?" Taskmaster chuckles, 'What do you want to do with him, Doc?"

*

June shakes her head. "Like I said. You I trust. You and Regan. The others not so much." She manages a faint smile. "Anyway. I won't nag. Enjoy the cookies."

*

Taskmaster supposes he'll go assist Carpenter out since June is ignoring him on the fate of Matador. It's one of Ivy's projects, the armored merc will just grab the gasping and wheezing man covered in slime and haul him across the floor, ignoring the cries of protest to toss him back in to the same giant plant he crawled out of. "Dude looked like didn't wait for the timer to ding." He explains to Carpenter.

Who nods her head back at Taskmaster and smiles, "Can you blame him?" Not that shes stopping or helping out. Shes not paid to have a conscience or interfere with any of them and their work or habits. Thats bad for business.

Carpenter and Taskmaster will talk a bit before she gets back to work and he is leaving Gotham Arms. "Later, Doc."

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