Matt & Clint | Friday Morning
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xp_logsClint calls Matt, having forgotten the time difference between Alaska and NYC.
Clint rubbed his eyes as he collapsed into the bed in the apartment SWORD had provided him in Barrow. It was small and dingy through no fault of its own. The bed was lumpy, a spring digging into the small of his back until he shifted over to grab his phone off the bedside table. Dialing Matt's number, he propped the phone on his pillow and closed his eyes.
Rolling over in bed, Matt grabbed his phone from the bedside table in his tiny bedroom in his apartment in New York when the ringtone woke him up with Clint's theme song. Mmmmbop. "Someone better be dead," he answered the phone, voice rough from sleep. Hitting the button on his clock, it read out '2:30am.' Yep. Someone better be dead or he'd help make them that way. Starting with Clint.
"Dude, no, there's a thing, I'm sorry I forgot the time difference, but you know I'm up here dealing with things, most of which I can't tell you about because of clearance levels and stuff, but there's this one thing," Clint said, knowing he was rambling and unable to stop himself. It was a combination of adrenalin and exhaustion. "It's done nothing for a decade, the whole time we had it, right? I mean, steady. It was steady, plateaued, like boring. Matt." There was a dramatic pause as he took a deep breath. "Matt, it's not boring anymore. It's not boring at all."
Okay, so no killing Clint until AFTER he made more sense. Groaning, he adjusted his hold on his phone to fit better with his pillow. "Yeah," he replied finally, brain sort of engaging, "So. Is not boring good or bad?"
"It's so cool," Clint said. "There're these symbols on it, nobody knows what they are or say or do. It's got some kind of self-sustaining energy thing going on and it's glass, but advanced - unbreakable, opaque. There's somebody - something, maybe - in there. I've been here a week, right, it was just hanging out, doing nothing. And then all of a sudden. Energy spike. Massive energy spike. No source. It's not plugged in. It's just - all of a sudden, blue light through the glass. I could see the outline of whoever - whatever, but it looks like a who - is in there."
"And how long has it been there?" Matt said, double checking his facts. Then again, it probably didn't matter, if there was a person inside, he was long since dead. "You calling for alternate perspectives or just to geek out?" better to ask than to try to figure it out because right now, Matt was still more sleepy than awake, though awake was nudging into the lead.
"Both?" Clint said, sounding slightly unsure. He was running on caffeine and adrenalin and he was going to crash really fast really soon. "Just - I went back over the logs, right? There was another energy spike noted four days ago exactly - down to the minute. Harlan noted it but when it didn't repeat during his shift, he didn't mention it or pass it along." Clint paused. This apartment was probably bugged. His phone was probably tapped. He couldn't say what he wanted to say and it was frustrating beyond measure. "Anyway, so now I've got this thing to occupy me up here and I'm not bored anymore, which is good, cause being bored in Alaska seems to result in frostbitten extremities." '
"Well, anything to keep from sexually assaulting a moose," Matt agreed, pausing while he thought, "I guess....check for resonance. If it has energy, then it has to do something with it? So movement," probably very small movement, "And uh...gotta feel bad for the bastard stuck in that thing all these years. Even dead, that's gotta suck."
Clint didn't respond immediately, but when he did, his voice was quiet. "I don't think he's dead."
And now Matt was awake. "Explain," he replied shortly.
"Right, okay, so we can't check for life signs, right? All the glass, whatever's in there holding him still so he doesn't clunk around when we move the thing - it keeps our equipment from getting a reading of any kind. And there's like this weird electrical interference, but it's not like anything we've ever seen before." Clint rubbed at his eyes with one hand, his thumb circling his temple and the headache he could feel starting there. "But why is it producing its own energy? Why is it still doing whatever it's doing. We know it's old. It's made of alloys and things we've never seen before - and the writing. There's nothing like it in any of the other warehouses or databases. I think they put it here because there was nowhere else to put it, nowhere else it fit, but I think it doesn't fit here really, either. What if it's like shocking a heart to make it start beating again?"
"That sounds...." implausible at best. Matt didn't say that though. "Okay. That's kinda a jump, going from creating it's own energy to sustaining life, especially if it's been dormant for so long, dude. I'm more curious about why it turned on all of a sudden. Like...what if that's why the person is in there? He's the battery?" With mutations, things were possible, but were there even mutants back however long ago from this guy?
"Right, dormant, but not like off. It always had the blue light. It just got brighter." Clint said, then the rest of what Matt had said caught up to him and he was vaguely appalled. "Dude, a human battery - that would totally be possible and that would suck. Shit." Everything else he'd been thinking flew right out of his head and he tried to sit up so he could go back to the warehouse but then he thought better of it. "Shit."
Okay, so brighter. That sounded like a battery was there to him. "Go to sleep Clint. It'll be there in the morning," Matt yawned, unable to help himself, "You want me to ship you anything? Vitamin D?"
"I missed both the midnight sun and the other thing, the all the time darkness that I can't remember the fancy name for," Clint said, sighing. "But yeah, sleep. Sorry I woke you."
"Nah, it's cool," Matt assured him, "I think Steve said he had a box of stuff he was shipping to you at the end of the week. So look out for that. Night, bro."
"Night," Clint said, hanging up and putting his phone on the bedside table again with a clatter. Sleep. Sleep was good. He could deal with inhumane human batteries later.
Clint rubbed his eyes as he collapsed into the bed in the apartment SWORD had provided him in Barrow. It was small and dingy through no fault of its own. The bed was lumpy, a spring digging into the small of his back until he shifted over to grab his phone off the bedside table. Dialing Matt's number, he propped the phone on his pillow and closed his eyes.
Rolling over in bed, Matt grabbed his phone from the bedside table in his tiny bedroom in his apartment in New York when the ringtone woke him up with Clint's theme song. Mmmmbop. "Someone better be dead," he answered the phone, voice rough from sleep. Hitting the button on his clock, it read out '2:30am.' Yep. Someone better be dead or he'd help make them that way. Starting with Clint.
"Dude, no, there's a thing, I'm sorry I forgot the time difference, but you know I'm up here dealing with things, most of which I can't tell you about because of clearance levels and stuff, but there's this one thing," Clint said, knowing he was rambling and unable to stop himself. It was a combination of adrenalin and exhaustion. "It's done nothing for a decade, the whole time we had it, right? I mean, steady. It was steady, plateaued, like boring. Matt." There was a dramatic pause as he took a deep breath. "Matt, it's not boring anymore. It's not boring at all."
Okay, so no killing Clint until AFTER he made more sense. Groaning, he adjusted his hold on his phone to fit better with his pillow. "Yeah," he replied finally, brain sort of engaging, "So. Is not boring good or bad?"
"It's so cool," Clint said. "There're these symbols on it, nobody knows what they are or say or do. It's got some kind of self-sustaining energy thing going on and it's glass, but advanced - unbreakable, opaque. There's somebody - something, maybe - in there. I've been here a week, right, it was just hanging out, doing nothing. And then all of a sudden. Energy spike. Massive energy spike. No source. It's not plugged in. It's just - all of a sudden, blue light through the glass. I could see the outline of whoever - whatever, but it looks like a who - is in there."
"And how long has it been there?" Matt said, double checking his facts. Then again, it probably didn't matter, if there was a person inside, he was long since dead. "You calling for alternate perspectives or just to geek out?" better to ask than to try to figure it out because right now, Matt was still more sleepy than awake, though awake was nudging into the lead.
"Both?" Clint said, sounding slightly unsure. He was running on caffeine and adrenalin and he was going to crash really fast really soon. "Just - I went back over the logs, right? There was another energy spike noted four days ago exactly - down to the minute. Harlan noted it but when it didn't repeat during his shift, he didn't mention it or pass it along." Clint paused. This apartment was probably bugged. His phone was probably tapped. He couldn't say what he wanted to say and it was frustrating beyond measure. "Anyway, so now I've got this thing to occupy me up here and I'm not bored anymore, which is good, cause being bored in Alaska seems to result in frostbitten extremities." '
"Well, anything to keep from sexually assaulting a moose," Matt agreed, pausing while he thought, "I guess....check for resonance. If it has energy, then it has to do something with it? So movement," probably very small movement, "And uh...gotta feel bad for the bastard stuck in that thing all these years. Even dead, that's gotta suck."
Clint didn't respond immediately, but when he did, his voice was quiet. "I don't think he's dead."
And now Matt was awake. "Explain," he replied shortly.
"Right, okay, so we can't check for life signs, right? All the glass, whatever's in there holding him still so he doesn't clunk around when we move the thing - it keeps our equipment from getting a reading of any kind. And there's like this weird electrical interference, but it's not like anything we've ever seen before." Clint rubbed at his eyes with one hand, his thumb circling his temple and the headache he could feel starting there. "But why is it producing its own energy? Why is it still doing whatever it's doing. We know it's old. It's made of alloys and things we've never seen before - and the writing. There's nothing like it in any of the other warehouses or databases. I think they put it here because there was nowhere else to put it, nowhere else it fit, but I think it doesn't fit here really, either. What if it's like shocking a heart to make it start beating again?"
"That sounds...." implausible at best. Matt didn't say that though. "Okay. That's kinda a jump, going from creating it's own energy to sustaining life, especially if it's been dormant for so long, dude. I'm more curious about why it turned on all of a sudden. Like...what if that's why the person is in there? He's the battery?" With mutations, things were possible, but were there even mutants back however long ago from this guy?
"Right, dormant, but not like off. It always had the blue light. It just got brighter." Clint said, then the rest of what Matt had said caught up to him and he was vaguely appalled. "Dude, a human battery - that would totally be possible and that would suck. Shit." Everything else he'd been thinking flew right out of his head and he tried to sit up so he could go back to the warehouse but then he thought better of it. "Shit."
Okay, so brighter. That sounded like a battery was there to him. "Go to sleep Clint. It'll be there in the morning," Matt yawned, unable to help himself, "You want me to ship you anything? Vitamin D?"
"I missed both the midnight sun and the other thing, the all the time darkness that I can't remember the fancy name for," Clint said, sighing. "But yeah, sleep. Sorry I woke you."
"Nah, it's cool," Matt assured him, "I think Steve said he had a box of stuff he was shipping to you at the end of the week. So look out for that. Night, bro."
"Night," Clint said, hanging up and putting his phone on the bedside table again with a clatter. Sleep. Sleep was good. He could deal with inhumane human batteries later.
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