Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Main Street
Micah was in the alley behind Bellum when the light flashed. He'd been looking up at the fire escape of 905 and trying to weigh the pros and cons of climbing up to it. Pros: Iris. Cons: A broken neck.
Decisions, decisions.
He had just put his hand on the bottom of a first floor escape when he was blinded, and he covered his face with the back of his hand instinctively, while reaching for his gun with the other. (He was carrying it all the time now that he was meeting contacts in alleys for hand-offs.)
When he removed his hand from his face, it was because someone was tugging at his pant-leg. He didn't notice his attire, the language or anything but the bleeding girl at his feet.
He dropped to a crouch, and he immediately began looking for the location of her injury. Her neck, fatal. Fuck. He pressed his hand to it regardless, feeling the warm blood flowing through his fingers, and he spoke to her in Spanish (when she spoke to him in French).