On board the Sovereign

[Vendetta]

Hunt lay still on the medical table, sewn up by the automated surgical equipment that dangled above him. Bits of bone, damaged internal organs and shrapnel blanketted a table on his right. To his left, a blanket lay over a body. Clearly, the man was dead, yet for an unknown purpose. Days had passed, waking up for the fist time to unfamiliar surroundings, Hunt was tense. Suddenly, like a punch to the face, the memory of what happened hit him. He jolted upright, making eye contact with an unknown man, and a more familiar figure... Augustin Pierce.

He opened his mouth speak, but the pain of moving so quickly hit him just as quick. He grunted, placing his unusually cold hand against his ribs, feeling the scars and structure of his body. It felt foreign, metallic, and unfamiliar. He fell backwards onto the metal bed, immediately regretting his choice as pain shot through his body upon impact. Relaxing himself, he let out an audible sigh, making eye contact with the two men in chairs opposite of his bed. "How long?" He whispered, struggling with each word.

Pierce leant forward, placing his fist underneath his stubble covered chin. " Seven months, fourteen days, one hour." He said, standing up as he finished. "Its good to have you back, Josh." He said with a chuckle. Pierce slowly walked towards the door whispering to an armed guard something inaudible. He turned, walking to the table with the corpse under the blanket. "Luckily, we found this thing. Your little ace. You had a plan for everything, didnt you? Surviving something like that.." Pierce paused, slowly watching Hunt reach for his suit jacket. He laughed a bit. "Hell, a stubborn enough person can survive anything. Just proves you're difficult to kill." He finished with a slighgly uneasy chuckle, tensing himself over the corpse.

Hunt, hand filled with the grip of his sidearm under his jacket, face unchanged, stared at Pierce, taking in his words. His last sentence had caught his attention. "Difficult to kill..." He thought to himself, remembering the detonation of his prototype, Pierce was there. They were arguing... Pierce had left...Then it happened. Hunt's mind, recovering from being unconcious for so long, had put the pieces together. He had to act fast, remembering his encounter with Tuco Ramirez of the Violet Suns. "Just squeeze." He said. Before Pierce could respond, a single round flew through Hunt's jacket, hitting Pierce in the throat. Augustin collapsed to the floor, a pool of crimson forming around him, eyes glued open at the ceiling.

Augustin Pierce was dead.

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