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Jamie Fleming is Orwell (noonespecial) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-05-25 02:30:00

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jamie fleming, peter fleming, vince faraday

Who: Mayor Riseben (NPC), Jamie Fleming, Peter Fleming, Vince Faraday.
What: The mayor was a giant idiot.
Where: The mayor's home.
When: Evening, May 24. After this.
Rating: TBD.
Status: In progress.

Jamie didn't remember exactly what had happened, but her head ached and she was tied to a chair. For an instant, she was overwhelmed by panic and it was difficult to breathe. It was too much like the Lich for her comfort and she felt like she was back there again, drugged and unable to do anything. But the panic passed quickly enough. The house she was in didn't have the same oppressive feel of the asylum and her head felt clear in spite of the aching. The details came back, and she remembered the men attacking her and Huck in the parking garage and knocking her out after she put up a fight. She hoped Huck was all right, since she didn't see him in the room. So, she had been kidnapped. Ashley was never going to let her hear the end of this.

It was all too unrealistic to fathom and she shook her head at the ridiculousness of it all, immediately regretting the action. The door opened and someone came in, prompting a glare as Jamie recognized Mayor Riseben. Did the idiot not even realize what he'd done by bringing her here? Did he not see how insanely stupid this was? "You," she said, sarcasm overwhelming any fear she might have felt for her own safety, "have no idea just how big a mistake you've made."

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neverhadafan
2011-05-25 07:23 am UTC (link)

Vince had a bet going with himself. Actually, he'd had a bet going with himself for a while now. The first bet had been just how long it was going to take for Jamie to gather enough facts to prove the Mayor's little stunt had been just that. He had figured maybe three days, tops. He'd been pretty close, too. Next he'd had a bet going with himself for just how long it would take the mayor to retaliate. He'd figured a week and had missed that one by quite a lot.

Now his bet had shifted from how long before Jamie was in trouble to how long before he had to use the Cape to help save her. He wasn't measuring this one by days or weeks, though. No, he was figuring seconds, maybe minutes if he was really lucky. And although Vince was loathe to reveal the truth to Fleming, he also knew that he would without a second thought if it meant helping Jamie.

As it turned out, his initial gut reaction of 'I'll be able to hide my secret identity and not rely on my best weapon for more than five seconds' turned out to be a little shy of the mark. He made it maybe three before he realized he wasn't going to have much choice. He might have gotten a bit further, at least it was possible, if it hadn't been for... low and behold, none other than Peter Fleming. Because of course the best way to handle a crazy politician who was in the habit of killing people and abducting innocent women was to try and walk right inside the man's house, past his guards, with nothing more than a fake smile and some well-placed words.

Well. Vince had to admit, if anyone could manage it, it'd probably be Peter Fleming. Unfortunately for the man, the guards weren't quite as willing to buy his 'I'm just here for the roast' claims and had their guns trained on him in a matter of seconds. Sighing quietly from his position in the shadows at the top of the very stairs Fleming was being stopped from approaching, Vince knew that he had probably better step in before the guy got himself shot. Not that he would really care all that much but he couldn't risk the only way of proving he wasn't Chess dying in a city that wasn't even on Earth. Nevermind how utterly ridiculous that statement sounded, it was a risk he couldn't take.

So with a mental note to be righteously indignant with Jamie later about it, Vince dropped the jacket he was wearing and immediately jerked one arm out then back, effectively sending a corner of the cape out of the pitch black, whipping through the air, to wrap around the neck of one of the guards and drag him right off his feet. Slamming him into a nearby pillar served to knock him out and, with another jerk of his arm and twisting a bit to his right, he was able to next grab ahold of the other guard's wrist as he turned toward the stairs with his gun drawn.

For a second, the guard looked as though he thought his gun might go off in his own face, but Vince wasn't trying to kill anyone if he could help it. Especially not a couple of idiotic locals just following orders. So instead of squeezing the man's wrist until he literally had no choice but to shoot himself, Vince simply twisted the cape a few more times then jerked as hard as he could. Before the guard had even slid, headfirst, into the bottom stair and submitted to unconsciousness, Vince had withdrawn the cape back to his side.

A heartbeat passed, then another, before he finally decided to just get this over with already. In a surprisingly calm voice, he called out simply, "You really should be careful who you try to double-cross, Fleming." Then he stepped out of the shadows, the cape easily in view as he stared down the stairs at the man responsible for everything wrong in his life.

"One of these days it's going to come back to haunt you."

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noonespecial
2011-05-25 07:45 am UTC (link)

Meanwhile, away from all the chaos outside, Jamie was beginning to see just how stupid the man who had abducted her was. For all his research into her father and his sordid past, he'd missed one giant fact. That he was her father. She suddenly felt terribly ashamed of herself for getting kidnapped by his lackeys. Still, the situation really was hilarious, in an awful, terrible way. The mayor had made the single worst mistake he could have ever made, aside from perhaps messing with Mr. Holmes's brother, and he didn't even realize what he had done.

Looking at him, she just started laughing. Perhaps it was inappropriate to laugh in the face of a kidnapper, but she just couldn't help it. The man couldn't even see just how much danger he was in, and he was trying to intimidate her. "You have no idea," she said, still laughing. "You have absolutely no idea just how completely screwed you are."

She smiled sweetly. "You should know there's no way you're convincing me to do anything but tell the public the truth," she said. "After all, you hacked my blog. Warning the city about your insanity was just a perk. Mostly it was just about payback. I really don't like when people use my name for their sick lies."

Her smile turned cold. "I'm Orwell," she said after a moment. "Pleased to meet you."

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themiddlegame
2011-05-25 08:06 am UTC (link)

Oh, that really would just figure, wouldn't it? Of all the nosy non-local reporters to mess with his story, it had to be one and the same with the blog that they had hijacked in order to plant the information. Printing a retraction wasn't something that she was going to be easily convinced to do, and as loathed as he was to have to spill blood over this situation - directly, at least - he would if he was forced to.

Her laughter only incited his temper as the more, a low growl forming in his throat, "It wasn't a lie. Not entirely. If anyone knows what that man is capable of, it's you, and you're just blithely going to sit there and allow him to take over the governance of this city without so much as a peep about his true identity or the things that he could do, will do, once he's in charge. I think you're the one that needs a refresher in how the truth works, my dear. Especially in politics," He said, moving carefully around the chair to face her, leaning forward and resting his hands on the arms of the chair, his face barely inches from hers and as sneered. "The truth is relative. Sure, he didn't blow up the clinic. But he could have. And he easily would have given the incentive to do so. So don't think of what I did as lying. Think of what I did as...prognosticating and demonstrating the potential future that this city has in store should he be elected."

Peter probably should have been scared. Any normal human being, faced with someone whose life he had stolen, whose family he had threatened, and whose city he had turned over to martial law, would have been scared. But Peter Fleming had demonstrated time and time again that he was no normal human being so in the face of Vince's revelation, he just smiled. No, he more than smiled. He was practically giddy with elation. "Well, what do you know!" Peter said with a bark of laughter. "I suppose I should have guessed," He said with a clap of the hands. "But I have so many enemies, it really is such a chore to keep track of who's trying to kill me and why. But you, you, Vincent Faraday, you just keep making trouble, don't you? Keep forcing me to remap my moves by throwing me something I didn't expect. You'd make a marvelous chess player, always thinking outside the box," He said, a smirk crossing his features as he stepped up, clapping Vince on the shoulder and ushering him towards the door.

"I will tell you, Vincent," Peter said with a slight chuckle as he leaned over to whisper to Vince, "since you've shown up, I don't think I've ever had quite so much fun. Thank you for making things interesting again."

"So!" Peter amended, changing the whole tone of the conversation as he drew back away from Vince and clapped his hands together. Turning to Vince and motioning for him to enter the manor first, he couldn't help but grin, "Beauty before brains."

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neverhadafan
2011-05-25 08:26 am UTC (link)

Vince wasn't sure what he had been expecting. He knew that Peter Fleming wasn't normal by any stretch of the imagination. He knew how the man reacted under stressful situations, especially ones that could be life-threatening for him. Hell, the man had laughed giddily while hanging upside down from a moving, out of control train. So no, Vince hadn't expected him to start quivering in fear when he'd revealed himself.

He had, however, expected something a little less crazy than open laughter and merry clapping of his hands. And seriously, did this guy ever get tired of hearing himself talk? They weren't even inside yet and already Vince wanted to just choke him unconscious and pick him up on his way back out with Jamie. Honestly, he might have done that exactly if he could have said for certain that he could make it in and out, with Jamie, on his own. Unfortunately he couldn't make such a claim and wasn't willing to risk her life just because her father made him want to kick small puppies and scare young children.

Of course, Vince also didn't have to keep playing quite as nice as he had before either. So at least he had that going for him.

"You haven't even seen me get warmed up yet, Fleming," he responded with disgust as he jerked himself away from the man's touch and turned his attention to the doorway. All of his training kicked in as his gaze cut to every available angle within the foyer of the manor, looking for signs of anyone laying in wait. He needed a view of the room and he needed to get one without his attention being torn between his current goal and throttling the man he was having to work with. Slowly, an idea began to form in his mind and he opted to go for it. Without bothering to clue Fleming in, of course, because where would the fun be in that?

"If you insist," he replied finally. He took a step toward the doorway, cast a hard, cold grin in Fleming's direction, wrapped the cape around himself, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

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noonespecial
2011-05-25 08:39 am UTC (link)

"You have no idea what he's like," Jamie said calmly. "If you did, you would know that provoking him like that is the fastest way to unleash Chess on this city. Well, second fastest." She was not going to rise to the bait and react emotionally. "Fleming is trying to put Chess behind him," she explained. "Just as the man called Sylar did. If you truly wish to be destroyed by him, by all means keep pushing his buttons. But it will end very badly for you."

She flinched as he got close, still feeling too uncomfortably close to how she'd felt with Conrad. But this time she could move. Maybe not her upper body, but she could move nonetheless. "The truth," she said, "is that you blew up the clinic for your own selfish gain. You set the apartment building on fire two years ago. You're the one who is a danger to this city-" She brought her leg up swift and hard between his legs. "-And I will do everything in my power to bring you down, you self-serving bastard."

She knew she was on thin ice, but she didn't care. "And in the future, you might want to do your research," she said. "Because you're right. If anyone knows what Peter Fleming is capable of, it's me. And that's why I know that he won't rest until he's destroyed you for this." She leaned forward as much as she could in the chair, speaking in low tones. "You see...my name isn't Julia Davenport. It's Jamie Fleming. And the man you've been provoking? Is my father. So if I were you? I would be very, very afraid right now."

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themiddlegame
2011-05-25 08:50 am UTC (link)

The Mayor hadn't been expecting her to lash out, the kick dropping him hard on the floor and leaving him to fall back and try and recover as best that he could, but the words that left her mouth after that made him pause, the pain that she'd just inflicted not hurting nearly as worse with the realization coursing through his system and the fear that it was causing churning in his gut. Jamie Fleming. Fleming. He'd knew all too well what sort of a man Peter Fleming was and could be. He'd seen all of the evidence that the Collector had presented him with. And he'd just kidnapped the man's daughter, his one weakness, the one thing that he truly seemed to care for, and was holding her captive in a house with only a dozen or so guards.

He was dead. And if not dead, he'd be wishing that he was soon enough.

Peter made a face at the disappearing act. It was irritating consider they were supposed to be working together in this situation, and as his eyes darted around the room to try and discern exactly where Vincent had 'vanished' to, his expression made it more than obvious that he thought that working against him like this was childish, petty, and more than likely going to end in someone getting killed. Even if that someone was just Vincent when Peter shot him in the back of the head out of irritation.

Moving carefully across the room, Peter finally spotted Vince crouching behind one of the columns presumably to either keep himself out of sight or get a better vantage of the whole room. Moving up behind him, Peter scowled and poked him in the back, "Don't do that again."

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neverhadafan
2011-05-25 08:58 am UTC (link)

Vince would have turned to greet Fleming, probably saying something rather rude and, okay, probably a bit petty too. However as Fleming approached, three guards began to make their way into the room and so he had actually been ducking behind a column for a reason. So no sooner had he been poked in the back did he turn quickly, grab the man by the front of his shirt, and haul him closer to the column as well.

"Newsflash, Fleming," he growled out as he watched the guards search the area for signs of anything amiss. "It isn't always about you." Which was true. Yes, this time it had been somewhat about him and his irritating way of making Vince want to shoot things, but that wasn't the point.

Breathing a bit easier when the guards made their way back out of the foyer, he turned his head and cast a quick glance at the man beside him. "Look," he said flatly. "I... pretty much despise you and wouldn't shed so much as a tear if you were to drop dead. But, I need you alive right now. So do us both a favor, stop patting yourself on the back for five damn seconds, and think up a plan that gets us to Jamie before the mayor puts a bullet in her head."

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noonespecial
2011-05-25 09:14 am UTC (link)

At least the mayor seemed to finally be realizing just what a colossal mistake he had made in kidnapping her. That was good. Maybe there was some hope for him. Not much, but some. Still, he'd kidnapped her, hurt her friend, and tied her to a chair, and all that after using her blog to frame her father. She wasn't much inclined to be fair to him. As he moved to get up, she brought her foot up again, kicking him hard in the face this time. It really did feel good.

She hoped she was right about her father coming to her rescue, because it would be pretty awkward if she was stuck in this chair with nobody coming to help. Once she was out of this, she was really going to have to learn how to get out of being tied to a chair. This hostage thing really didn't suit her at all.

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themiddlegame
2011-05-26 01:30 am UTC (link)

"I should have tied your legs, too, you prissy little bitch," The Mayor growled as he spat out the blood that had collected in his mouth. So much for an easy situation. Fleming was probably coming to kill him, and his daughter was determined to make him miserable while they waited. They had probably planned this, the twisted non-locals that they were, to pin him in and murder him just so that they wouldn't even have any competition when it came to taking over the city. Shoving himself back to his feet, moving backwards to make sure he was outside of her ability to lash out, the Mayor crossed to his desk and leaned against it. The sound of a drawer opening and closing was accompanied a second later by the appearance of a small pistol aimed at Jamie's head. "You're going to regret that."

Suddenly being dragged out of the line of sight of the guards gave Peter a jolt, but he was able to breath easier as they passed, his attention flickering back and forth around the room as he tried to map out the best line of approach. Two guards at the door. Four doing patrols. As far as it looked, there were probably men on each of the doors from here to the mayor's office. "How many can you handle at once?" Peter asked, turning his gaze towards the first set of doors. He couldn't quite see well enough, but he was certain if they managed to get the guards that were patrolling out of the way, the guards on the doors wouldn't be difficult to distract and take out one by one.

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