[FM - IJ] May -- Striking Out
May. 26th, 2008 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Never let the fear of striking out get in your way. - Babe Ruth
He'd failed. The virus was destroyed, as was most of the trust he'd worked so hard to establish with Peter. That, of course, was unfortunate. He could have been a stalwart ally, and better to have that power on his side than against him. Adam frowned slightly, studying the glass of whiskey in front of him as if it held some of the answers. The failure stung, but he'd grabbed at the plan almost on a whim at discovering they had not destroyed the virus. He'd thrown it together hastily, when he should have taken his time. Of course, working against the date Peter had learned in the future made that more difficult, though he was forced to wonder just what had gone differently in that timeline. No Hiro? Why? He'd killed Kaito already when Peter went to the future, and so, somehow, something had shifted against him, and the what of it nagged. If he could figure out what went wrong...well. It wasn't as if he could fix it, now. Neither of them would take him back to the moment to put right what had gone wrong.
So, he needed a new plan.
Objective #1 - Gain back Peter's trust, or at least soften the enmity.
Objective #2 - Destroy what was left of the Company and seize that power for himself again. It was his, after all. His idea, his project, his people.
Objective #3 - Devise a new plan, with a plan B and a plan C, none of which would appear abhorrent to his allies, so there would be no outcry against him this time.
He'd been too bold, taken far too drastic of measures in his desperation. Slower, steadier, using the time that was on his side...that was the key. His own eagerness had usurped his reason, his protocol for moving forward, leading to miscalculations on his part. Not again.
If plan A did not work, there would be another, and another after that. Eventually, he would achieve his goals. It didn't have to be this year, this decade, or even this century. His greatest ally in this fight would be time, and that was something that was very firmly on his side.
He'd failed. The virus was destroyed, as was most of the trust he'd worked so hard to establish with Peter. That, of course, was unfortunate. He could have been a stalwart ally, and better to have that power on his side than against him. Adam frowned slightly, studying the glass of whiskey in front of him as if it held some of the answers. The failure stung, but he'd grabbed at the plan almost on a whim at discovering they had not destroyed the virus. He'd thrown it together hastily, when he should have taken his time. Of course, working against the date Peter had learned in the future made that more difficult, though he was forced to wonder just what had gone differently in that timeline. No Hiro? Why? He'd killed Kaito already when Peter went to the future, and so, somehow, something had shifted against him, and the what of it nagged. If he could figure out what went wrong...well. It wasn't as if he could fix it, now. Neither of them would take him back to the moment to put right what had gone wrong.
So, he needed a new plan.
Objective #1 - Gain back Peter's trust, or at least soften the enmity.
Objective #2 - Destroy what was left of the Company and seize that power for himself again. It was his, after all. His idea, his project, his people.
Objective #3 - Devise a new plan, with a plan B and a plan C, none of which would appear abhorrent to his allies, so there would be no outcry against him this time.
He'd been too bold, taken far too drastic of measures in his desperation. Slower, steadier, using the time that was on his side...that was the key. His own eagerness had usurped his reason, his protocol for moving forward, leading to miscalculations on his part. Not again.
If plan A did not work, there would be another, and another after that. Eventually, he would achieve his goals. It didn't have to be this year, this decade, or even this century. His greatest ally in this fight would be time, and that was something that was very firmly on his side.