Unfinished Business part 1.www.roleplayer.me/1382662 Soft footsteps formed a steady rhythm in the gravel of the humid desert, a young man paced towards his destination, which was still in a question of existence. Ceasing his advancement, digits were slid into the pocket of his black and red jacket, a gift he had received from the people of New Asgard. Extending his reach into sight, amber-colored hues glanced upon the contents within his palm. A small, folded piece of paper and a pre-rolled cigarette, which also contained traces of marijuana within. Once the spliff had been placed between cracked lips, he unfolded the paper..
Once the contents had been double-checked for accuracy, amber eyes darted upward at the night sky. Without the lights that came with a heavily populated area, the full moon shone brightly enough to illuminate the dry canvas he stood upon. Stars lay scattered across the sky of different levels of glow, ranging from bright to dim.
Focus on the objective returning, the male looked forward, squinting his eyes as if to enhance his vision. Several kilometers away, the top of a ridge gave off a faint, artificial glow. "Well, sh*t, Jones.." a gruff voice spoke softly with lips pressing down in his cigarette. The paper containing coordinates crumpled within his closing hand, a small glow emitting from the gaps of his fingers. Digits uncurl to reveal a small flame incinerating the note. Flames glowed softly against the print of his 'DEF LEPPARD' undershirt before his hand elevated towards his face, leaning his head simultaneously to ignite the spliff still resting between his lips.. Inhaling from the stick sharply, his hand closed once more, extinguishing the flame before diving into the pocket of his black jeans. Finally releasing his drag of smoke, the mixture of tobacco and weed relaxing his nerves, he spoke through the cloud he blew out, "...let’s hope your P.I. skills pay off..."
The journey to his destination seemed to take hours, but upon arriving at the ridge below the facility, only half of his spliff had been smoked. "Jesus, this stuff is f***in' fire... heh... fire..." chuckling to himself lightly, he surveyed the compound. Minimal security guarding the inactive front gate, accompanied by a few scattered guards patrolling the concrete building. Standing several stories high, the roof was slightly higher than eye level with the stoned man. Planted on the roof were several skylights overlooking the inside of the compound.
Quick analysis of his surroundings, he paused, going through an idea in his head. Sizing the gap between the roof and the ridge took a few moments, followed by a quick glance at the drop. Taking a drag from his spliff, the man stared down at the ground, analysing the situation. "Okay... About a hundred yard gap... seventy foot drop...F***, f***, F***!" Pressing a finger on the ember of his cigarette, it was quickly extinguished before being stowed into the front pocket of his jacket as he psyched himself up.
Running both hands through his messy hair, a heavy sigh was pushed past his lips before walking a few feet away from the edge. "F*** it… I came this far.." he grumbled, digging his black and white Converse into the ground, pushing towards the gap, a radiant glow emitted from his hands, flames trickling up sleeves of his fire-proof jacket. Placing his foot down right before the drop, flames burst from his hands, pushing into the ground as he jumped upward. "Flame on!" was shouted through the roar of fire that pushed him upward and out. Soaring through the air, he silently laughed at his stupid joke, figuring it would be the last thing he'd get a chance to say. As the building's rooftop grew closer, the lack of control became a dark reality. Launching high enough to get onto the rooftop was successful, however the distance cleared was far more than needed.
Slamming into the gravel-laid rooftop, his body rolled, snuffing out the flames. Momentum continued to build as he rolled into one of the pyramid skylights, shattering the barrier. Caught in a free-fall, the man couldn't do much but accept the impact. Dropping onto a large conveyor belt on the ground floor, a solid crack could be heard from his ribs. Several small, stinging sensations among his body indicated cuts from the glass. "Jesus.... F***.... Ow.." was groaned loudly among the empty facility.
Pushing himself upright, his balance was lost, sending him backwards off the conveyor belt. Landing on his back, a soft, irritated groan escaped his lips once more as he stared upward, examining the skylight he had just entered from. Reaching into his front pocket, slightly bloody fingers produced the remainder of his spliff and several shards of glass. Discarding the glass to the side, he plopped his habit stick into his mouth. A quick pass of his hand was all he had the strength to do, igniting the tip as he did so. Hand dropped to the side as lungs filled with smoke momentarily, only to be released released with a soft chuckle and soft words, "F***ing. Nailed it..."
After another drag of his mixed smoke, the mutant slowly turned his head to one side, barely making out an inactive assembly line. The mutant’s humorous facade disappeared as he slowly pushed himself to his feet, his gaze never leaving the items that were evenly spaced on the motionless conveyor belt. With his heart rate elevating, feet weakly shuffled towards the machine, his hand raising in front of him and igniting into flames, bringing to view several matching, purple robot arms. Grinding his teeth slightly, amber eyes darted around the facility before locking onto a sight that filled his heart with anger. “Son of a bitch…” he muttered before his feet went on auto pilot, bringing him face to face with a complete robot that stood inoperative. “...I found you Sentinel f***s..”"Treat all fairly or they will seek revenge".
-Christopher Paolini 
