The Burn & Break saga

Break awoke

Break awoke on top of a soft but sturdy bed, inside of a huge furniture deprived room. There were no dressers, no lamps, not even as much as a picture lined on the walls. Oddly enough the room seemed to be well ventilated, though there were no visual vents or windows.

Break woke up the way he had fallen asleep, gripping two large black fully automatic handguns tightly across his chest. His nerves were surprisingly calm in contrast to yesterday's tragedies. The last 24 hours vividly replayed inside his head, angering but focusing him at the same time.

He and his adopted brother had been training their entire lives preparing themselves for combat. Nevertheless, the grueling battle against Hunt's robotic army had shaken Break's resolve. It seemed that for the longest time he had wanted off of the island. He was certain that he had acquired all the ability and knowledge needed in order to thrive in the role of the Legend's most powerful weapon. After being overpowered and outflanked by the machines, Break now questioned if he was actually ready or even qualified for the job.

Looking over the interior of the room, his scientifically enhanced DNA helped adjust his eyes to the darkness in the room. There were three doors lining the walls. Before he shut his eyes for the night, he did a brief inspection. The door to his immediate left was a closet. The closet was stocked with several uniforms the secret conglomerate had designed for him. The door straight ahead of him led to a second bedroom which Burn had taken refugees in for the night.

Break abruptly hopped out of bed still gripping his pistols tightly. He suddenly realized how desperately he wanted to see Burn's face. His best friend and partner was the only person he had left in the world. The two were brothers by all necessary standards.

Instead of approaching Burn's bedroom, Break turned to the third door at the far side of the room. This door led to the hall, which led to the rest of the facility, which included the weapons storage area. This he was sure would be where he would find Burn this time of the morning.

Burn was an absolute gear head. Building and designing vehicles, weapons and various other things was his life's joy. Break walked into the warehouse and spotted Burn under a bike with a blowtorch in one hand and a wrench in the other. When their eyes met, Burn pulled off his metal visor and lifted himself off the ground.

Subconsciously the distance between them closed. They embraced one another with all the emotions of the previous day. This was the first time Break could remember ever hugging his Brother.

The physicality of the hold was just what he needed. The two young men both silently let out a loud sigh of relief. The drama of their first real life battle had a mentally exhausting effect. Their bodies had fully recuperated but the memory of their dead friends weighed heavily on their hearts.

Without releasing his grip, Burn pulled back just enough to see Break's face and asked "Are you alright?"

"Yeah,"

"You sure?"

"Yeah" Break answered assuringly.

Looking around Break finally eased back breaking the embrace. "You been up long?" He asked already knowing the answer to his question. Burn just smiled and answered, "yeah you know me."

Burn rarely slept for more than 2 hours at a time. The nanites in his body allowed him to refresh with little rest.

"I couldn't sleep in this place" Burn began "I just came out here to you know."

Break didn't respond vocally. He just gave Burn a snide expression before shaking his head. Ignoring him Burn continued "I just wanted to do a little inventory"