Bianca Elane Smith (karmas_law) wrote in rainbosunnydale, @ 2009-06-22 20:25:00 |
|
|||
Current mood: | determined |
Who: Bianca and Emma
What: Patrol
When: Sunday, August 31st, 2003 9:30pm
Where: Streets of LA
Why: Someone needs to bring justice to these streets.
Rating: ???
Status: Begun.
The air stung her lungs. Tonight was unusually cold for this time of year in LA from what Bianca had learned. Then again, with all the crap going down, how could you be sure of anything anymore. Around this time of year the leaves would be changing color back in NY. A sigh escaped her lips as old reminiscing of her days with Saint walking through Central Park; Leaves cascading to their feet in brilliant shares of orange, yellow and red. Occasionally you’d find an extraordinary specimen with all the color shades of fall. Those had been the best nights to move the walk back home and have the fall chill warmed from your bones with a night of togetherness.
Eyes remained steadily locked on the road with a steely determination. Many things had been going right lately and the detective wasn’t about to let any of it be fucked up if she could help it. Things were getting in too deep to have something fouled up now.
A sudden flash of light off to the side of her vision caused her jaw to tighten and maneuver the vehicle over to the side of the street. Parking with ease Bianca checked the gear she was carrying on her person before sliding from behind the drivers wheel of the unmarked patrol car. Walking calmly in the direction of the flash a 9mm was silently drawn from its holster. If trouble was about to happen Bianca wanted to be on top of it before this trouble even knew what hit it. Wrapping both hands around the grip of the gun Bianca laid her back to the corner of the wall before turning to move down the ally. Slowing her breathing the detective listened carefully to what sort of challenge lay in wait just around the corner for her. Would this be a breeze or something of a much higher caliber? Only the final step would solve that question.
Planting a foot solidly on the ground Bianca pivoted on her foot to move her body to face inside the ally. “Freeze and put your hands in the air!” The gun remained clutched between two hands as arms extended in a ‘V’ shape with a slight bend at the elbows to absorb the recoil she was sure she’d be experiencing shortly from the gun.