Post by Pulse on Apr 4, 2010 16:37:12 GMT
It was good to be back and in his right mind again… well… to an extent. In the last five years, Gus Hagan had been a lot of things and unfortunately it wasn’t anything good until about a year ago when SHIELD had finally gotten a hold of him (aka detained and deprogrammed him). Probationary status still hung over his head like a blade. One screw up and he was sure he was as good as dead. It was bad enough that he could turn off people’s powers, but SHIELD also couldn’t any psychics in his head. They weren’t sure if the process worked and at times, Gus wasn’t sure either. But, regardless, he pressed on. This time in more isolation than before. He was gladly a friend to his fellow agents before, but now he just didn’t trust himself not to relapse nor did he appreciate the suspicious glances. He felt bad enough knowing what he’d done over the years.
He made his way to the shooting range in full gear. His jaw set beneath the dark blond stubble and a few gun cases strapped to him as he made his way through the corridors. His brownish gold gaze stayed set on the straight path while his ears were trained for anyone approaching; still a bit paranoid that his teammates didn’t trust him. He passed a SHIELD newbie and grunted in acknowledgement as he continued on his way through the door and started to set up shop.
He made his way to the shooting range in full gear. His jaw set beneath the dark blond stubble and a few gun cases strapped to him as he made his way through the corridors. His brownish gold gaze stayed set on the straight path while his ears were trained for anyone approaching; still a bit paranoid that his teammates didn’t trust him. He passed a SHIELD newbie and grunted in acknowledgement as he continued on his way through the door and started to set up shop.
