''What are your thoughts on Destoroyah?''
He failed me, just like his brother did.
-Alan Jonah
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''What are your thoughts on Destoroyah?''
He failed me, just like his brother did.
-Alan Jonah
What did you do to the men who killed Lindy?
The authorities never found them. Though over the years, I have heard rumors of suspected serial killers that operated in the area around that time. They're all dead at this point.
-Alan Jonah
{{Getting into trouble, are we?}}
I'll find a way out of it. I always do.
-Alan Jonah
"I WOULD NEVER BE LIKE YOU!" she screeched at him. But still she took the words in consideration. Murder. Making him braindead. Could she do it? "I'm nothing like you."
“There was a time when I thought the same thing, yet here I am, a man who the world condemns as a monster. It doesn’t take much, only losing someone you hold dear, and then another, and then another until you can’t stand to see it happen again." He looked down at his maimed hand, "Do you think I wanted any of this? Every day, I hope to wake up from this endless nightmare and hold my little girl in my arms again, but the nightmare never ends. . . and never will."
"I wouldn't underestimate my Mom!" she fired back. "There's plenty of soldiers on guard at the outpost, and she's escaped much worse before. Hell, she got away from Boston with less injuries and conditions than YOU did. So why don't You surrender?"
“Because, child, I’m too old to escape and rebuild, and I’ve got nothing to lose. Go on, scramble my brain, crush my lungs, break my neck! You’ll be no better than me, and maybe in fifty years, they’ll be talking about the terrorist who kills people with her mind.”
"Not if I scramble your brains enough that you won't even remember your back-up plans." She narrowed her eyes. "Give up, Jonah."
“Face it, child! You’re scared. British Columbia is a cold, inhospitable place, perhaps you should have stayed with your mother where you could protect her. It seems that the good doctor still has one last role to play in this, and my men are under strict orders. Anything that is done to me will be done to her as well.”
The telekinetic teenager took this as her chance. Without moving, she tugged the detonator out of Alan Jonah's hand. She caught it with her own. "Any other plans you've got for me, you piece of shit?"
“You little weasel. Other than Destroyer, the Trans-Alaskan Oil Pipeline, a series of retaliatory strikes should anything happen to me," the colonel lowered his voice and laughed, "And of course, the squadron of helicopters heading to Outpost 32 while it remains unguarded; no I can't think of anything.”
Your plans might be failing, but if it’s any consolation you always seem to live to fight another day.
Yes, but I can live to fight another day for only so long. I might live another decade or another week. I don’t have the time to rebuild anymore, so I must stand my ground and endure whatever Monarch decides to throw at me.
-Alan Jonah