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Post by Owen Merlowe on Feb 12, 2016 16:04:56 GMT -6
There was a smirk under the helmet. "I do so love almost dying, so I can have something to impress the ladies with."
Red Hood started his bike and rode after the teenage whirlwind. He slipped his bike into the bushes and waited, watching Mallory figure everything out. This was her plan and Red Hood decided that he would let her call the shots until he needed to step in. It was the only way that she was going to get the confidence for this sort of thing. Owen did one more once over of his equipment, while he waited. The lightning discharge impressed him as the tree fell on to the road. Owen made a note that she was using the wand as a focus of some kind.
As the truck came to a stop, he saw Mallory blast it again and smiled. That was his cue. Red Hood strode out of the bushes, through the fog. As the guard opened the door and climbed out, Red Hood walked right up to him. The guard went for his gun, but Owen was faster. He grabbed the man's wrist before he could draw the fire arm and then smashed his face into the door, rendering the driver unconscious. The second guard, fired his gun and the slugs hit Red Hood's body armor suit.
He winced under the helmet. Red Hood decided he would draw most of the fire, so that Mistral could keep her concentration. The suit held and did it's job, but the bullets still hurt like hell. Owen tossed a flashbang into the truck and closed the door, before running to the other side. The guard bailed out of the truck and Red Hood kicked the door shut, smashing into the other guard, dropping him like a sack of bricks.
There would be more guards probably in the back, but they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. Owen looked up at Mallory and gave her a thumbs up before walking towards the back door to take a look at it. He had enough armaments to get through but wanted to check it over first.
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Post by Mallory Mardon on Feb 25, 2016 14:47:35 GMT -6
Letting Red Hood take care of the guys in the front of the truck was a wise decision on Mistral's part. She was not regretting her decision to hire him at all. He seemed quick and efficient and damn it she wanted to know how he did all that. She stepped out from their hiding spot after he took out the first guard as he came out of the truck and winced as the gun went off from the second. That definitely alerted the guys in the back. She was really glad for the vest right then, putting her hand on her own chest subconsciously as she walked closer, silently as he tossed the flashbang into the truck. Her goggles were already adjusted for the lightning so she got to see the whole mad scramble of the guard as he tried and failed to get out of the truck on his side.
This was going far better than she had expected. Which, of course started to put her on edge that something could go wrong. But they were prepared for that. Something will always go wrong, dumb dumb. That's the nature of the game. Adapt and overcome. She met up with Hood at the back of the truck and had an idea. She just had to figure out if it would work. Obviously air had to get in or else the guards couldn't breathe back there. Perhaps she could take it out, that way they could just get in without having to worry about a fight.
Mistral watched him look the door over and did some of her own inspecting, trying to see where the vents were, were they sealed in case the truck got gassed. She ran her hands over the seams, focusing more, trying to pull the air out. She frowned. At least at the back, everything seemed to be sealed. "I have an idea...sucking out all the air from the compartment should knock them out and let us get in there without getting heads blown off as soon as we open the door. But...I think the air gets in from the front of the truck, gets filtered, maybe. Trying to remember schematics is hard because finding said schematics and having them be current is hard. Especially on a library computer. Something something security and safety and trade secrets."
Quickly, she jogged to the front of the truck and climbed over the unconscious driver to look inside, keeping the wand in one hand, continuing to run interference on communications. Through the small window (with bullet proof glass of course) she could see the two guards, looking at the back door with weapons ready to fire the moment it opened. One of them looked back at her as she started to move around, looking for the vents. She flashed them a grin, finding the two vents hiding in the corners of the cab. She took a deep breath and started pulling out the air. Everything was going good, she could see them starting to gasp and look at each other very confused. And then it all went to hell.
The driver had struggled back into the land of the conscious and pulled out his backup, hitting Mal square in the back. The shock of it broke her concentration and brought down several bolts of lightning to the truck, blowing out the windows. She dropped the wand as the guard tried to fire a few more times but the whole truck found itself instantly cocooned in ice and the bullets couldn't even crack the surface. The clouds overhead started to churn dangerously as Mistral crawled out of the cab on the other side, using all her concentration to both ignore the pain (not very successfully) and make a hole in the ice (more successful, swearing up a storm. The wind kicked up and she thanked her lucky stars she had that vest on but it still really hurt. Pain was something she was used to though. She fell out of the truck with a dull thud, looking up at the sky as it opened up and began to pour.
"God dammit that hurts! Jesus! Let's just get the door open and get out of here before I attract more attention. How the hell do you do this on a consistent basis?" She tried to calm down the massive storm brewing overhead with little success. The rain continued to come down in sheets and it was all she could do to keep the lightning from striking where it wanted to. She crawled back to the cab and reached back in for the rod on the seat. Hauling herself to her feet, she knew she was going to have a lovely bruise tomorrow but that was tomorrow and they still had stuff to do today. The pain was temporary, she could push past it. She had pushed past much worse. With the rod in her hand, she felt a bit better, a bit more in control. But her emotions were still overriding the control of the wand for the storm.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Mar 6, 2016 0:29:09 GMT -6
"That is a very good idea. While you do that, I'll prepare the breaching charges."
Red Hood let her do what she was there to do. He wasn't there to babysit more than for the guards. And quite frankly, she needed to do her own thing to get her confidence up. He started swiftly assembling his kit. Four thermite charges to burn through the hinges and a laser pistol to cut the lock. The pistol had been reacquired based on a design he liked from STAR Labs. He'd once tried to shoot Nightwing with one. Locks were much easier. They hit less and turned cool colors. He called this his master key. Between it and the charges, this would be swift work.
The gunshot echoed, spooking Red Hood. He'd thought that the other guard was thoroughly down. Then the concussive blasts from several bolts of lightning made Owen's ears ring. He moved around the truck only in time to see the whole truck freeze over as Owen heard more gunshots. Owen glanced at the laser pistol and shook his head. Then he moved quickly and struck the guard in a nerve cluster in his mid-back, paralyzing him temporarily. Red Hood wound up and dropped him with a punch to the jaw.
"I have a strong pain tolerance. It comes from having four kinds of shit beaten out of me, often." The weather was getting bad. Mallory was not in control of her powers. This didn't bode well. If he got struck by lightning, he was doubling his fee. That was the end of that.
Owen took a moment to rig the charges. Then he fired the laser pistol at the seam between the doors and then the top and bottom seam. He triggered the charges and they burned bright for a moment, before the doors fell off ruined hinges, revealing one unconscious guard and another barely conscious. Red Hood pointed the laser. "How about we just don't? Okay." He tossed a batarang with his free and and knocked the man unconscious.
"Let's rock."
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Post by Mallory Mardon on Mar 14, 2016 14:24:57 GMT -6
"Ha...four kinds of shit beat out of you. Is that daily? We should compare notes. I'm sure I had five or six. It's just been awhile. Must be losing my tolerance." Mal joked, trying make light of her childhood. It was the only way she could really cope with it sometimes, like right then, when all she wanted to do was freak out. But she'd learned long ago that freaking out only caused more pain, whether inflicted by her or her dad, so she took a few deep breaths and followed Owen to the back of the van.
Even though she had her goggles on, she shielded her eyes out of reflex as the charges worked their way through the hinges and lock. She had made sure to stay behind Red Hood, one, so the doors didn't flatten her when they fell off, and two, so she didn't get shot again, because once was enough for tonight. After he took care of the one remaining guard, she hopped into the back of the truck and pulled off her backpack. Counting the lock boxes as her hand ran over them, she stopped on one and yanked it out, letting out a small excited exclamation before pulling out a bag and dumping the diamonds in there.
"Up toward the front should be some tech or something you could probably fence. I think it came from STAR Labs." She started pulling more boxes, finding more jewels that she dumped in her backpack. She could just open all of the drawers and empty them with some finely controlled tornado action, but she was still shaky. She didn't trust herself. The rain outside was finally easing up to a light drizzle or a fine mist as she became more focused on the task at hand, but every time she moved the wrong way, she'd feel the bruise that was starting to form on her back and feel like she was five or six again. Her dad punishing her for some imagined indiscretion. She could see his face every time she so much as blinked until finally she just dropped her backpack and walked outside to walk around and clear her head.
"He's in prison, he's not getting out," she muttered to herself like a mantra, trying to calm down her rapidly beating heart. She took a few deep breaths before punching the side of van, feeling the pain in her knuckles and focusing on it and only it before walking back to the doors and snatching her backpack off the ground.
"We should go. They are probably sending out a search party or whatever since we delayed them so much." Mal said flatly before turning and walking away.
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Post by Walter West on Mar 17, 2016 21:53:01 GMT -6
"...And GL- yeah, y'know, my greener half- he starts giving his "take you apart, atom by atom" speech, and the guy- no joke- the guy just faints. Goes right to sleep. Halfway through the monologue."
The receptionist laughed pleasantly, the few cops around listening in on Walt's story chuckling appreciatively as well. The Flash, fully uniformed, sported a goofy smile as he glanced around at some of Central's Finest. He liked it here. They always welcomed him, and he always brought donuts, citing it as his "civic duty" whenever prompted.
Walt opened up his mouth to continue regaling his fellow crime-fighters when a panicked voice came over the dispatch radio behind the receptionist's desk.
"Possible 10-53 in... en route to... delivery... armed... weather..." The crackle of static plateaued into silence. Walt spared a second for the sake of comic timing before speaking up with a smile.
"Well, that's all I need to hear!"
In two seconds, Walt had canvassed the city's urban roads, finally deciding on a vantage point from atop a skyscraper near the edge of the market district. Noticing the out-of-place storm clouds on the outskirts of the city from his rooftop, Walt approached the scene, immediately observing the obstruction and the waylaid truck, along with the armed man as well as a few unconscious bodies around it. These he carted off to Central Medical, before returning to the top of the truck, (which was oddly slippery, as though it had somehow been through some freezing rain despite the fact that it had been sunny all day. Even the storm clouds clustered above them were beginning to disperse.) When he heard the sounds of rummaging inside, he called out joyously to the man in the very impractical headgear, his legs dangling playfully off the side of the vehicle.
"Y'know, Triple-A puts up with a lotta shit, but all this," Walt gestured to the shattered tree obstructing the road, "And whatever's in here," Walt pointed straight down into the truck, "And that," Walt flipped a dismissive finger at the man in the red helmet.
"I mean, can you even see outta that thing?" Finally, Walt leaned towards the man and waved his hands in exaggerated motions.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Apr 29, 2016 17:34:00 GMT -6
The joking tone which Mallory said that, made Owen wince beneath his helmet. He recalled reading about the kind of man her father was. Perhaps, he'd break into prison and beat him for the fun of it. He could be in and out of Iron Heights before anyone knew any better. He followed the directions he was given and started emptying tech components into his pockets and putting some in a bag. The two were sorted on what he was selling and what he was keeping. Some of that stuff would help make his tech better.
In the quiet of the van, Red Hood heard Mistral chanting. Owen's voice was quiet when he spoke, not looking up from what he was doing. "Find something you can see, something you can taste, something you can touch and something you can smell. It will help ground you out." His voice carried a tone of understanding. There was no pity there. He wouldn't demean her with his pity. Owen had experience with the sensation she was feeling, or one like it. He'd had Jason Todd to help him break free of that mental prison. Mallory Mardon didn't have the luxury.
He tossed her a small half roll of life savers. No sense in having her leave DNA where they didn't need any. Then Red Hood went back to looting, like he'd said nothing at all to her. The HUD in his mask displayed an approaching signal. The few sensors he put were all showing tripped. Red Hood turned and saw the legs dangling. "Mistral... We have company. The kind you said wouldn't show up."
Red Hood appraised Flash for a moment. He had brought things just in case. Nothing lethal, just something to slow the speedster down until they could get away. He was hoping that having those kind of countermeasures wouldn't bite him in the ass later. "I can see out of it very well. For example, I can see some jackass in a red unitard looking to interrupt my afternoon stroll."
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Post by Mallory Mardon on May 6, 2016 14:35:31 GMT -6
"Find something you can see, something you can taste, something you can touch and something you can smell. It will help ground you out." His words were the calm Mallory had been trying to find. She clung to them and followed the steps as he tossed a roll of mints at her. Quickly she popped on in her mouth and sat down, pulling out the small drawstring bag of diamonds and pulling off one of her gloves and taking a few in her hand. She let herself taste and smell the mint rolling around on her tongue, focused on the coolness of it, the sharp minty flavor already getting her to focus and calm. She looked at the diamonds in her hand, the way the facets caught what little light was coming from inside the van, the way felt in her hand, cool and hard to the touch, a mineral almost impossible to destroy. An attribute she wished she could emulate but had little success in doing so.
Her mind cleared, her breathing became calmer, just like the storm outside faded to just inconvenient cloud cover. Her eyes snapped open when Hood said they had company, lighting arcing across the sky when she saw the red clad legs simply dangling there in the open doorway. She was calm now, in control. He would not ruin this. He was something she had factored in as a possibility. That's why she hired Red Hood. But he'd come at a spectacularly bad time.
She put the diamonds away and tossed her backpack on before pulling out her weather wand. A small grin formed on her face as she flicked her wrist just slightly, sending a bolt of lighting arcing toward the Flash. "Well, it's quite a shock to see you here, Scarlet Speedbump." Mal stood up and adjusted her goggles as thick fog started to fill the area. They had what they came for, now they just had to distract him long enough to get away. "Too bad we can't stay around and chat. Things to do, people to see, jewels to fence. You know how it is."
She knew the fog would be only a mild deterrent, and she briefly entertained the idea of just flying off with her part of the goods, but she knew better. For two reasons; Rogues didn't do that, they had a sense of honor. And she was pretty sure Red Hood could hunt her down wherever she was and kill her if he felt like it. So, she was thinking of a plan 3. (She never used letters, that meant there was only 26 plans). She wondered how Red Hood felt about being carried away by wind currents, but she didn't have a lot of experience carrying anyone besides herself successfully so she didn't want to try that right away. But it was an idea.
"Sorry to give you such the cold shoulder, Flash, but we gotta jet." She started making a whiteout blizzard swirl around them, reaching her hand back for Red Hood and smiling.
"Come with me if you want to live."
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Post by Walter West on May 9, 2016 22:52:38 GMT -6
"Y'know, with all the name-calling, you guys might end up making me think that you don't want me here! You ever think about that?"
The wind grew frigid and Walt loosed a theatrical shiver.
"Ooo! Getting nippy out!" Before the frosty air around him grew too thick for him to see, Walt leapt forward towards the Red Hood, sliding into him and toppling into the criminal's legs with calculated clumsiness.
"Y'know, I really do expect better from you cosplayers. You embarrass the fandom by showing up like this. What are you supposed to be, anyway? Dr. Fate? Red Skull? You wanna hear about the time I fought the Nazis?" Walt struggled to restrain the Hood and keep him pinned to the ground with a strategy of 90% improvisation.
The man's attempts to break free were calculated. Unpredictable. He was clearly a professional. But every time he got close to loosening Walt's grip, the speedster would deftly attempt to slip around and force another part of the man's body to the ground. Still, the man's reflexes were too fast for him to be an average wetworker.
While still engaged in his wrestling match, Walt craned his neck and shouted to the girl still on the vehicle.
"What about you, Hermione? You like it colder, huh? You worried about your hair? It looks fine!" Walt turned his head to the man he fought to keep pressed to the ground, and he lowered his voice conspiratorially. "I bet she gets real mad when someone touches the thermostat. Whaddya think?" The man made a particularly spirited attempt to escape, and Walt spawned a patient smile. "Alright, Redhead. You're done." Aiming as close to the nerve clusters as possible, Walt jabbed once, quickly, at each of the man's legs. Then he whipped back around to face the girl, a comical expression of surprise and inspiration on his face, which shifted instantaneously to self-satisfaction.
"Hey, you don't need to do this! I mean it! Wand chooses the wizard!"
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Post by Owen Merlowe on May 26, 2016 1:11:10 GMT -6
"Huh. Some blood actually did make it to your brain under that too tight mask. You did get the memo."
Owen smiled at Mallory's Terminator reference and went to grab her hand, only to be bowled over by a bag of Flash. Before Owen could right himself, the man in the red suit was trying to pin him to the ground and trying to banter with him. He normally liked banter. It made people angry, but this was just jabbering. The Flash was just talking to hear his own voice. He had a certain arrogance that annoyed the Red Hood.
"I think that when she freezes you solid, I'm going to do the world a favor and shatter you into tiny pieces. It will be more fun that way." He pushed away and the speedster smashed him in what would have been the nerve clusters. Owen smiled inside his helmet and pretended that his legs were crippled. Had he not modified his suit after the last time someone tried this, it would have been a problem. Flash's hands had impacted the shock plates in his legs, which absorbed and defused the blows. This was probably the only time in Owen's life, he was glad someone better than him kicked his ass.
The smile inside the helmet became a grin. The Flash, in what Owen perceived to be arrogance, had turned his back on him. He blinked his right eye in a sequence twice and the ultrasonics in his belt kicked on. He gave Mallory a sign by holding out two fingers and then three more, just laying there for a moment. The sonics were low frequencies meant to mess with the listener's inner ear and disrupt balance. He'd given Mallory some earplugs earlier and hoped she put them in. His own helmet had the sonic baffles in them, courtesy of another asskicking he'd received.
He slipped to his feet, silently. After a second or two, he aimed a punch to the side of Flash's head. If it connected, Owen hoped to stagger him for a moment or so. Without a second thought, Owen's left hand came up and he tripped a switch, small spheres shot out of a compartment on his wrist. On impact the spheres would release a gel that hardened into a resin around the target they hit in moments. The hope was that they would hit their crimson target. He knew this wasn't enough to stop the Flash for longer than a minute or two, but that was all Red Hood needed.
"You and I both know that this won't stop you for long. How about we parlay? Because quite honestly, I'm not looking forward to a round two. And I'm thinking you look like a reasonable person, all jokes aside, who would listen to rational discourse."
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Post by Mallory Mardon on May 29, 2016 19:54:50 GMT -6
Things were definitely not going as planned. Mallory had hired the Red Hood for just such a problem as the Flash. But even that seemed to be going horribly wrong. She had been ready to grab him and fly him out when he got attacked. She let out a low grumble at this particular pain in the ass and his chatter, calling her Hermione and such. They had the the goods, all they had to do was leave.
She looked back and forth between Red Hood and Flash, trying to find an opening while they wrestled on the ground, growing frustrated by the second that there was none. "No, I get mad when rude people interrupt my work," Mal gripped the wand tighter, trying to focus. "It gets hard for a girl to make a living when someone keeps running their mouth."
She grimaced when Hood seemed to be down for the count and she was left with nattering knave. She got ready to hurl softball sized hailstones at the Flash when she looked down at Red Hood. She caught the hand signals. And, like she had dutifully put on the bullet proof vest, she had obediently put in the earbuds. He'd given her a quick and dirty explanation of what they were for and she hoped that they did their job. Then she kept her eyes on the Flash, gathering the hail around her with a flick of her wrist.
"You're right, wand chooses the wizard. Good thing I'm not a wizard then." She kept talking to keep Flash distracted from Hood getting up behind him. Then she saw what she paid good money for; Red Hood, taking on the Flash. She was definitely going to have to get some of those little gel spheres. Maybe figure out a way to incorporate them into her attacks. Or maybe Aaron's arm.
"Uh...instead of a parley, how about I make him a Flashicle and we leave?"
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Post by Walter West on May 30, 2016 21:18:23 GMT -6
Walt grinned, satisfied, as he petitioned the girl for peace.
"Okay, look, I'm sorry. Drew too much from the HP well. I promise I'll expand my material. Just give me time. To be honest, I'm reading the room, and your bodyguard doesn't much enjoy the stand-up." Walt's smile shone. "You get it? 'Cause he can't-"
Stand, he would've concluded, but instead he clapped his hands to his ears in a manic attempt to ameliorate the piercing pain he felt in his head.
Groaning, almost screaming, Walt struggled to process a certain thought- Mask, dammit, I left Folger's- before he felt his head rocket backwards from a sudden strike to his eye. The next few moments he perceived erratically, barely registering that the force of the hooded man's punch had sent him tripping over to the armored truck, which he leaned on now, still trying to coordinate his vibrations to counter whatever frequencies were shrieking in his brain.
He had almost regulated himself to the point where he could vocalize a joke- something about hating this station, he thought- when he felt a new force propel him against the side of the truck, seemingly attaching him to it.
His attention snapped to the material binding him to the truck, and the pain in his head faded significantly. Some sort of adhesive was pinning the left side of his chest and the entirety of his left arm and shoulder to the vehicle. Instinctively, he tried first to pry himself away from the strange material. Then he tried to phase through it. Failing, he began to snicker.
"Oh, fabulous."
He listened (reluctantly) to the two criminals argue over what to do with him.
"Flashicle. Delicious. But let's go with his idea. Mostly because I want to know more about this 'rational discourse' that everyone's always talking about."
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jun 21, 2016 20:14:34 GMT -6
"Well, champ. I apologize for the resin. I assume you'll break it down soon enough." Red Hood shrugged. "I agreed to a non-lethal force clause when I started this job. Seems your Rogues prefer that sort of thing, so who am I to argue, right? When in Rome..."
Red Hood picked up the small bag that he dropped and looked to make sure nothing was broken. He only had a few minutes at best before the Flash managed to escape. He held up a hand to Mallory and shook his head. "You made me promise not to kill. That extends to the guy in red here. So, no Flashicle. Besides, it's not sporting. You don't strike someone when they're glued to a truck. No honor in it."
Hood's eyes met Flash's through the helmet's lenses. "So, speaking of honorable. What's it going to take to let us go? I get that you're the hero in all this and that's fine, but you also seem like a reasonable person, all clothing choices aside." Owen paused and looked around. "The diamonds... You know who owns them, right? These are the Russian mob's shipment. You may recall that a few weeks ago someone shot up their boss's place and threw them into chaos."
He took a moment to wave his hand. "I don't have much liking for the guys and they've been doing nothing, but interfering in my plans in Gotham. These diamonds are their preferred means of hard currency. We're taking them away, so they end up being broke. It helps you out since they can't buy drugs and guns, you know what I mean? They want to go to war, then they'll need to afford bullets. It makes life easier for you, when they can't. Helps you take them down. We both profit from this situation. Seem reasonable?"
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Post by Mallory Mardon on Jun 24, 2016 16:44:31 GMT -6
"The Flash Cube would be fine, I'd leave his head exposed...so he could breathe. Maybe try and call for help. But you know...there's that whole if a tree falls in the woods scenario." she tried to protest, eventually ceding to Hood's experience here. Mal grumbled, mostly to herself, about not covering the Flash in ice and leaving. She usually just ran away. But he was trying to parley. And told her it wasn't the "honorable" thing to turn the Flash into a snowman, after he had pinned him to the van.
"Never thought I'd hear the words 'rational discourse come from your mouth," she made a face at Flash and crossed her arms but listened to what Hood was saying. And of course he knew the diamonds were from the Russians. She'd picked the shipment specifically because if it went missing there would be less of an official fuss over it. Sure, dangerous guys with guns would come after whoever did it, but at least they didn't have badges. Also she just plain didn't like them, but that was a personal preference.
"Ok, fine, that seems a bit more reasonable than turning him into Flashy the Snowman. But a lot less fun." She looked back over to Flash, wondering how many seconds they had left before he broke out of that resin. "Us little fish, you want big fish. Also I don't drop dead bodies in the river, so there's that. And I'm not taking anything that anyone innocent would miss. Just one criminal stealing from another. Besides, I'd like to be able to eat for the next month or so. You wouldn't take away a girl's lunch money, would ya?"
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Post by Walter West on Jun 25, 2016 16:54:23 GMT -6
"Well, you two certainly prepped your notecards, didn't you?"
As firmly as Walt had his tongue planted in his cheek, he found it oddly refreshing that these two were talking decidedly more than they were shooting. And while he also had no love for the Russian mob, it was a bitter pill to swallow, having to compromise. Still, they hadn't killed him yet, and that was a credit to them both.
"Alright, now you're just hitting me where it hurts," Walt laughed in response to the ice princess's "girl's-gotta-eat" line.
Sighing melodramatically, Walt flipped his hands up (as much as he could.)
"Welp! If you're not gonna do the decent thing and kill me, I suppose it's the literal least I can do to accede to your generous parlay. But don't think for a minute you bowled me over with that pseudo-logic, there, Red Menace. You and I both know that the Russkis will always find a way to kill their way out of a gangland conflict, with or without their little Amazon order."
Walt's face held a stubborn smile as he cut to the chase.
"If you're asking if I'm down to sign that outdated constitution that the Rogues so adore, I say I'll give it a whirl. You stay away from the cemetery, and you stay outta jail. I'll leave you to your chosen profession so long as nobody innocent gets hurt. Hurt. Not killed. And I urge you to take an objective stance on 'innocent' as well."
Walt was naturally skeptical about trusting an obvious mercenary, despite the moderately reassuring presence of his underage companion. Heartless killers didn't typically offer to babysit, so as Walt saw it, this guy was either weak enough to harbor a soft spot, or out of his depth. Either way, the Flash had an upper hand.
"So how's 'bout it? You want me to shake on it, take the money and run? Or shall we engage in what, given present circumstances, might be the one chance you'll ever get in a fair fight with a Flash?"
Keep talking, Walt thought to himself, excitedly. Gotta make sure Lyd has a reason to scold you later.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jul 4, 2016 11:24:53 GMT -6
"Yes, but the rest of him would get frostbite. I'd rather not harm someone if we don't have to. Especially, when he's being so polite."
Owen grinned beneath the helmet. He hadn't expected his words to make the Flash turn and leave, but the hero was showing he was more logical than Hood had expected. Red Hood nodded. "Oh, I know they will. But I'd like to make it as inconvenient as humanly possible for them to do so. Mostly out of spite. I'm not about to pretend that this is some altruistic crusade."
He listened to the Flash talk about the Rogue's little code of honor and shrugged. If that was what it took to get out of here, he'd sign the goddamned Declaration of Independence if he had to. The part about people being hurt was questionable. That was something that he wasn't entirely sure he could promise. At this point, the Flash might even respect his honesty.
"I only go after the people I'm paid to go for. And usually, they aren't so innocent. I'll limit my activities in your city. No one dies. No innocents get hurt, so long as it's in my power to stop it." As Flash gave Red Hood some options, he smirked beneath the helmet again. "As much as I'd enjoy having my face beaten in at mach 2, I think I'll go with the former option." Red Hood pulled a capsule out of his belt and cracked it in his hand, tossing it at the resin. The capsule shattered and the liquid sprayed out, causing the resin to become brittle and easy to shatter.
"That will make shaking your hand a little easier."
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