“There's a fire starting here—”

[invoking]

WHO: monica & gil.
WHERE: wherever monica is busting in on.
WHEN: let's go with midnight 3/15.
WARNINGS: violence and language. probably blood.
SUMMARY: wrong place, wrong time. maybe.
FORMAT: quick.


[ It had been months since Gil flexed his marksman abilities, so today after calling the only available shooting range he could find in the City, he went to this Westside Rifle & Pistol Range to take a look himself. They had tried to tell him to browse their webpage, but having no idea how to operate the Internet yet, Gil opted to inspect the place in person. No harm in that. It seemed... alright. It was the only place he could open fire on a target without risking charges.

On the way back, he had taken a taxi instead, not entirely familiar with the area the range was in. After some time when it had become clear the taxi driver was either new or taking a longer route to cheat money out of Gil, he had spoken up. The driver argued back and then Gil found himself growing frustrated and the driver did not take well to it. Upon realizing he was an imPort, Gil got kicked out of the cab ("You fuckin' imPorts think you can just talk however and do whatever you want! Piss off, ya alien!" the driver had yelled) and was left in another unfamiliar part of the city.

Lost and irritable (he barely has any change left), Gil now wanders down the street, debating giving Nelson or Kenzi a call to figure out where he is and where to find the subway. Just as he takes out his phone, he senses there's something-- someone-- else around and he stops, certain he's spotted a shadow moving somewhere past him. ]

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[ He stares at her for a moment too long before he moves back again, looking down the hall to where his room is. He also looks at the closed door to what was once Sue's room -- or still is, given he hasn't touched anything in it. ]

I'll be back shortly and I'll get some something clean to wear. Sue's clothes might be small on you... but it's better than nothing.

[ He eyes the man on the couch for a moment and disappears to get himself patched up. ]

[uzi]

_{( Monica nods, curtly. After Gilbert leaves, she checks the man's vitals again, and then cuffs his hands. She doesn't expect much from him, but also doesn't want to take her chances. From there, she wanders into the kitchen, strips off her jacket and vest, and sees to her own injuries. She's wrapping a bandage, tightly around her temples and the base of her neck, if Gilbert cares to come back, arms and stomach now bare. )}

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[ He's wrapped his own wound after cleaning it up and applying rubbing alcohol to it. It still continues to sting underneath the freshly applied bandage, but he manages through it as he slips on a clean shirt. Buttons take too long, but he goes through the trouble anyway to make sure his neck stays hidden.

After venturing into Sue's room, he gets out some pants and a shirt. He checks on the man in the living room, concluding he's not going anywhere and wanders around looking for Monica. ]

Miss -- oh. [ He averts his eyes quickly, not wanting to stare too long. ]

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[ He slips the clothes onto the surface of the table, still not looking at her. ]

I think these will still be small, but they're loose fitting so they won't be too uncomfortable...

[uzi]

Commander.

Or Ms.

_{( The correction is an idle one, before she even bothers to look at him. It's been a long time since anyone's called her "miss," and she doesn't much care for it. When she finally does turn to look at him, she smiles in a twisted way. )}

Are you embarrassed?

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[ He swallows nervously and turns around so his back is facing her. ]

Co-- er, Ms. then. Ms. Monica... [ Funny, Natasha had been the same about that. ] Embarrassed? Well... I shouldn't... looking would be inappropriate and rude.

[uzi]

_{( Monica pulls the clothes towards her, shoving her arms through the sleeves of the shirt before pulling it over her head. )}

I'm not naked, Gilbert.

Way you shoot, I figured you'd seen a war camp, before. Or whatever they had back in 1602.

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It's still impolite. [ He clears his throat. ] I've trained with guns since I was a young boy. I'm... a servant, therefore it's my duty to protect my master.

[uzi]

Servant? _{( She thought the servility was just his manners. Dressed, now, she pulls out a chair at the counter and sits down. )}

He's not here, is he? Your master.

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[ Gil visibly falters for a moment. ]

He's not. [ Homesickness is not something he wants to discuss, however. He quickly turns his attention back in the general direction of that man laying on one of his couches. ] What about him? Did he answer you or is he still unconscious?

[uzi]

He's out.

_{( Monica considers the change of subject, but decides not to pursue it. It's not like she has more than a passing interest, after all. )}

This might be all I can do, for tonight.

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Do you need anything else, then? [ He can't believe this all just happened. The nausea in his stomach took some time to settle in.

He really just... barged in on a crime scene. And basically kidnapped this guy.

He's in trouble, isn't he? ]

Now I'm an accessory...

[uzi]

You won't be in trouble.

_{( She says that with finality. )}

I'll get him out of your hair as soon as I can, and you can forget this ever happened.

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Gladly. [ He sighs. ] What will you do with him now?

[uzi]

If he won't talk? I'll chip him and send him back to his people as a warning. I'll learn what I need to, once way or another.

[invoking]

"Chip him"?

[uzi]

You know what a GPS is, right?

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... No. [ He is a caveman when it comes to technology like that. ]

[uzi]

God, you really are hopeless.

It's a digital way of tracking someone. Even if won't tell me what I want to know, I can still find out.

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Hopeless?! We don't have technology like that back home!

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The group he works for... they won't notice?

[uzi]

_{( Waves a hand at that first part. She doesn't care. )}

Not if I do my job right.

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[ He nearly folds his arms in a reflexive huff, but he stops shortly when his shoulder aches. ]

Ugh. Very well. Unfortunately I can't use Raven's abilities again so soon to take you and him anywhere. It takes a lot of energy out of its user.

[ Otherwise he would gladly get them out of this place ASAP. ]

[uzi]

I can manage that much on my own.

...thank you for your help tonight, though. It was appreciated.

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... You're welcome. [ He rubs his shoulder a little and carefully. ] Will you be alright?