“I’m only saying, you could’ve done it right then,” Nick argued. The train going through a particularly scenic part of its route just then, but none of its four passengers seemed interested. Two were having an argument, the third was waiting to jump in, and the fourth was watching the argument unfold silently in the corner. (Not that anyone expected him to do anything else). “You had both powers with their missiles aimed at each other, both on edge, all you needed to do was start a little skirmish somewhere and we would’ve been off to the races! It would’ve been easy!”
“Yeah?” Clancy retorted. “So tell me, after the missiles go and blow everyone to bits, and after the survivors drop dead from fallout, who’d be left for you? You’re Conquest, remember? Not much for you to conquer if the whole world blows itself to bits inside an hour, is there?”
“He has a point,” said the third, a tall woman with a (very) dry martini and a sibilant voice. “It feels like cheating, in a way. It’s too easy, don’t you think?” She looked at the figure in the corner for confirmation, but all she got was a sort of ominously indefinite shrug.
Even so, she took the point. “Well, of course you wouldn’t care either way, it’s all the same to you, but as for me, I’d like a bit of fun before it all winds up, you know? A nice run of diseases brought on by malnutrition perhaps, like anemia. Ooh, I’ve always loved anemia.”
Clancy rolled his eyes. “You would.”
She sniffed in umbrage. They fell silent. The train rushed along into the night.
This story has characters from The Other Guys, and was inspired by the below prompt from
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I don't know why it took me so long to figure out who these folks were. Also, I see you there, Clancy!