Armageddon

A - V.I: Log 006

Marvin

Claire’s breathing was shaky. Her eyes didn’t leave the officer’s body. They couldn’t, not after she literally watched him die right before her.

Jason let out the breath in his throat. It shuddered, but that was about the extent of his nerves.

He glanced at the officer one final time, his gloved hand tightening into a fist. “Shite…!”

He sighed, shaking his head. He kneeled down, using his hand to close the officer’s eyes. He then let his steel orbs linger on the officer’s body as he debated on what he needed to do next.

That was when he realised the object in his other hand. He looked down, seeing how the officer had placed a notebook in his hand.

“ ‘Tell Marvin’…” Jason repeated the officer’s dying words, calmly, “tell Marvin… who’s Marvin?”

Claire looked over. She watched as Jason methodically planned out his next course of action, his eyes locked onto the leather cover of the small notebook in his hand.

How the hell is he so calm? After watching a man literally get ripped in half right in front of him?!

Jason rose to his feet, shoving the notebook into his bag. He turned to Claire, hand hovering over his Ruger.

“Come on,” he said, “we need to go.”

Claire was about to say something, when a force threw itself upon the metal blast shutter with a loud bang.

Claire yelped in surprise as Jason pivoted on his heel, pistol trained on the door. After a moment of not moving, simply watching as the blast shutter vibrated with sheer intensity, Jason eased his stance.

“Claire, let’s go!” He ushered, raising his voice to get his point across.

Claire looked at the younger male, seeing how he had his hand extended out to her. She swallowed thickly as she nodded, unsure. “Y-Yeah, let’s get fuck out of here…”

She grabbed his hand, pushing herself to her feet with Jason’s help. Once she stood, Jason checked to make sure his pistol was loaded. Once satisfied, he gave one last look to the officer.

“I’m sorry…” he muttered softly, shame ever so evident in his words.

Claire, despite how fast her heart was currently beating, could sympathise. No matter who you were, failing to save someone and watching their gruesome death…

Well…

“Come on.” Jason voiced, beginning to make his way out of the small office room.

Claire was quick to follow, not wanting to be left alone in the hell that surrounded them both.

Claire stuck close to Jason’s side. The former S.T.A.R.S. operative was eerily calm about everything.

Claire couldn’t be sure if his lack of worry was calming, or making her feel even worse.

The silence of the station was unbearable. She could hardly hear anything over the thundering of her own heartbeat, but she did notice the soft, slow breaths of the partner she was with.

It didn’t take them long to return back to the shutter block on their way back to the main hall, since the mechanism worked to open it.

Jason was first, making sure the way was clear before Claire made her way to join him.

He stepped into the hall, gun aimed at both sides with the help of his torch. Thankfully, he didn’t see anything.

“Clear!”