JLA Watchtower (Archive)

"...WE'VE GOT A SNIPER!!!"

That was hours ago, and there's still trainee brains and blood on his face.


It's a bad situation and it could have been worse. He doesn't do 'scared' but Guy is grim. The rookies are spooked and there are too few of the vets around to bolster their morale.
He isn't the cool and collected military type to inspire the troops that John is.
He doesn't have the frickin 'Never fear! Ion is here!' rep Kyle does.
Hell, he doesn't even have the "Love me or hate me, but you do know me" groove Hal has.
So he plays to his strengths, Asshole.

"Git yer butt in gear rook!" he snarls at a wide-eyed trainee, standing amid the ruined structure.
"Yer pulling sewer clean-up duty if I don't see you doin double time NOW!"

Shaken out the state of shock, the mauve skinned alien blinks it's golden eyes and scurries quickly to the building indicated by the senior Lantern.

Gardner moves on and rousts more groups of rookies, the white circles on their uniforms still lacking of the lantern insignia that would mark them as full fledged GLs, and cajoles them back into action. Tasks and hard labor get dolled out like candy, winning him sullen glares and resentful looks amid the aftermath of the raid. He's sure to garner the rep of 'heartless dick' among the recruits before the day is done. It's easily a fair trade. Take away those idle moments to doubt and fear in, and replace them with a jerk they can unite over in their mutual resent.
Team building, Guy Gardner style.

It isn't until the gore on his face begins to crust and flake off that he notices his own condition. He's beat and smells like road kill. Nothing he'd want Tora to see.

Tora.
Crap.
He hasn't checked in yet. She'd understand, but then again he's not going to blow it by taking her for granted either. No making that mistake again.

A quick stop at the barracks affords him a quick shower and then he makes a trans-galactic call.

The JLA Watchtower receives the signal requesting Ice's comm. ID.