“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. ]

Comments

[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.

[invoking]

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?

[invoking]

... 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.

1/2

[invoking]

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

[invoking]

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.

[invoking]

[ 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.

[invoking]

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

[uzi]

Always am. No intentions of changing that, now.

[invoking]

Alright... I wanted to be sure. [ He nods and looks at the man on the couch. He moves closer to check him quickly. ] He won't stay unconscious for long.

[uzi]

Then I'll be out of your way soon.

_{( She walks back to the couch, lifts the man up on to her back like a sack of flower. )}

Good night, Mr. Nightray.

[invoking]

Ah... Good night, then. Be safe. [ Wow, she really lifted that guy like he weighed nothing. What a badass lady... ]

[uzi]

_{( She just waves a hand back at him before making her exit. )}