Eliot Spencer (doesntlikeguns) wrote in cityofnewhope, @ 2008-12-18 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | eliot spencer, veronica mars |
Who: Eliot Spencer
What: Job gone wrong
When: Evening
Where: The Welcome Center
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
"Keep your hands where I can see them."
Eliot lifted his hands slowly, the stolen flash drive dangling from the lanyard woven between his fingers. His body tensed slightly as he heard the footfalls that indicated the movement of two men towards him, meaning he had at the very least three to deal with, the third holding a gun on him. The hallway he had to move within was narrow but as long as he stayed in the middle, he could work it to his advantage. First, he needed one of the two hired thugs to move in just about...
There.
Eliot kicked back, the sole of his boot meeting with the first man's knee and rewarding him with a pained scream. He dropped his hands and turned, slamming his elbow into the man's face to knock him down for the count. The second man came at him and Eliot shifted, forcing him to stay between him and the gunman. He dodged two strikes before landing one of his own. Taking advantage of the second man's loss of balance, he lunged into him to shove him back, knocking him into the gunman.
The gun slid away as the third man hit the floor. Eliot quickly took the second man down before approaching the last man, who looked like he was barely out of his teens. "Didn't your mama ever tell you not to play with guns?" The retrieval specialist gave him just enough time to pick up the gun before stripping him of it again, dropping the clip out of it, dislodging the round in the chamber, and tossing the weapon farther down the hall in the opposite direction. The kid made a last ditch effort but he was soon on the floor, blissfully unaware of the headache he was going to have when he woke up.
Eliot rushed for the end of the hallway, hitting the door running. It flew open and he came to an abrupt halt as bright white overtook him. Behind him, the door closed and everything became still. He had to blink several times while his eyes adjusted from the dim lighting he'd just been in, his dark clothing a stark contrast to the brightness of the room. He turned to leave but just as his fingers brushed the doorknob, a voice came out of nowhere and scared the living daylights out of him.
And that wasn't exactly easy to do.
He spun around, expecting a living being but coming face to face with an image of a man on a screen. "Wha-"
"Welcome, new arrival, to the city of New Hope."
"You've got to be kidding me. Hardison? If this is your doing, I'm going to kick your as-"
The voice continued on as if Eliot hadn't said a word. As he listened to the recording, he grew more incredulous. Humanity's last hope in the year 2030 because some disease had gone rampant? As incredulous as he was, he stayed quiet until the spiel had been finished and the screen had gone blank again. Silence dominated the room as he tried to take it all in.
"It's a prank," he decided finally and turned to pull the door open. "Because those guys will be just down...there." No, they weren't and the hallway he'd just left no longer existed. Eliot stared a moment longer as it became very clear that this was not a con, not a mistake, not a wrong turn. It was real.
"Son of a -"