Post by Brandon Cole on Apr 4, 2017 22:36:41 GMT -5
Standing inside the Communications Room on the ground floor of San Simeon's Main Castle, Bam kept one ear to the radios and the other ear to his own handheld rover, listening to the radio traffic as it went back-and-forth between San Simeon and the rescue party but also between the rescue party themselves. Running a hand through his curly hair, Bam tried to envisage for a while what the Scouts would look like without Tamara as their boss and to be fair, the thought frightened him.
Yes, he and the rest of the people from the former Jackass and Nitro Circus shows had been a well-hewn part of the Scouts for nearly four years and after a few early missteps and mistakes, he and the rest of the crew had settled into their places back at Rikers Island, Bam often serving as the conscience it seemed Tamara sometimes didn't seem to have - which Bam knew wasn't the case; she had a conscience but as Lead Scout, she couldn't express that conscience most days 'lest she be seen as weak - and as a rock for the rest of the Scouts. Sometimes this meant having to order the rest of the crew around but everyone knew their role, their place and they'd survived this long precisely because all of them were close brothers-in-arms now.
As he continued following things along, he didn't even notice someone entering; catching a glance at the entrant, he asked, "How's things down the way, Roner?"
"Not bad, but when those buses get here, we'll be busy as fuck," San Simeon's senior medic replied. "Anyway, we've finished checking those two that came in with Dr. Pepper earlier; one of them's a real snarkish fireball..."
"Oh yeah?" Bam said, a raised eyebrow reflecting his opinion about what Roner had just said; it was well known throughout the Scouts that Brandon Cole was the unabashed "Snark Master" amongst the Scouts; if someone could beat him at it, he'd like to see them. "Where are they?" he asked.
"Still in Medical, I think," Roner replied, adding, "Why? You want to see them?"
"Nah, not at the moment," Bam said, looking back over at the radio. "Not until things calm down, at the very least..."
Yes, he and the rest of the people from the former Jackass and Nitro Circus shows had been a well-hewn part of the Scouts for nearly four years and after a few early missteps and mistakes, he and the rest of the crew had settled into their places back at Rikers Island, Bam often serving as the conscience it seemed Tamara sometimes didn't seem to have - which Bam knew wasn't the case; she had a conscience but as Lead Scout, she couldn't express that conscience most days 'lest she be seen as weak - and as a rock for the rest of the Scouts. Sometimes this meant having to order the rest of the crew around but everyone knew their role, their place and they'd survived this long precisely because all of them were close brothers-in-arms now.
As he continued following things along, he didn't even notice someone entering; catching a glance at the entrant, he asked, "How's things down the way, Roner?"
"Not bad, but when those buses get here, we'll be busy as fuck," San Simeon's senior medic replied. "Anyway, we've finished checking those two that came in with Dr. Pepper earlier; one of them's a real snarkish fireball..."
"Oh yeah?" Bam said, a raised eyebrow reflecting his opinion about what Roner had just said; it was well known throughout the Scouts that Brandon Cole was the unabashed "Snark Master" amongst the Scouts; if someone could beat him at it, he'd like to see them. "Where are they?" he asked.
"Still in Medical, I think," Roner replied, adding, "Why? You want to see them?"
"Nah, not at the moment," Bam said, looking back over at the radio. "Not until things calm down, at the very least..."