donnie abercrombie, skilled purist assassin (![]() ![]() @ 2016-10-24 19:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | donald abercrombie, johna dawlish, michael alderton |
WHO: Donnie Abercrombie, Johna Dawlish & Mikey Alderton.
WHAT: Donnie follows up on his convo with Carlotta and it goes REALLY well!
WHEN: Monday, 24 October, night.
WHERE: A quiet residential street...
WARNINGS: None!
The sounds of The Clash's "London Calling" boomed through Donnie's headphones as he surveyed his surroundings. He was dressed in his standard 'I am up to no good' outfit: all black, black hair, black nails, black everything. He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head for added protection, and adjusted the bag on his back. His heart thumped in his chest as he slid along the side of the building, looking for a good spot to plant surveillance equipment. A light switched on in the inside - he'd thought no one was home, but maybe it was from one of the other residents - and Donnie dropped to the ground and began crawling on his stomach over to the corner of the street. It was a largely unnecessary move, as he found himself right in the glow of a streetlight, but at least he could pretend that he'd just been walking past if anyone asked him about it. And then he noticed that, if he angled himself correctly, a camera set up on the streetlight could perfectly capture any comings and goings. The light shut off - thank Merlin - and Donnie shrugged off his backpack and began to get to work. Little did he know that some ten minutes ago, a nosy neighbor had seen him lurking and had already reported the disturbance… Once upon a time this would have been Hit territory but with the lack of resources, especially at this time of night, and the fact that it was likely a vigilante disturbing a Purist, given the neighborhood, Johna found herself leaving the Ministry along with Mikey to see what was going on. Plus she thought that Mikey had been behaving strangely recently, so probably for the best he didn’t go alone. The pair of them Apparated to the spot and started to look around for the person, dressed in all black, according to the call. “I’ll go this way,” Johna said, her voice barely loud enough for Mikey to hear it. Mikey was more than happy to help out in any way the DMLE needed him. If he made himself indispensable, he would be safer. They were short staffed, yes, but they could hire more people. His years of knowledge and experience and willingness to step up, though, might be a mark in his favour. He nodded at Johna's instruction, and carefully made his way through the yard, keeping his back up against the side of the house while he looked around for the person in question. This would be simple. Just an easy breaking and entering. Or a peeping tom. Or-- "Mr Robot?" Donnie whipped his head around to see two figures approaching. Shit. He dropped the tiny camera that he was holding and shoved his hands into his pockets, hoping that he looked like he was just innocently standing beneath a streetlight on this random corner. (Also, how annoying was it that someone thought he was Mr. Robot? He was a thousand times more socially adjusted than Elliot.) "Is there something I can help you with?" he asked, trying to stay calm. "Just passing through, is all," Mikey replied, trying to catch a glimpse of what it was that Donnie had dropped. "I think you missed your pocket when you were trying to hide whatever it was you were playing around with," he added, crouching down to grab the camera for Donnie. "Are you filming something?" Nooooo. Donnie's fingers itched to snatch the camera back, but he was trying to play it cool. "Yeah," he said, rocking back on his heels. "It's a multimedia art project." Then, he tried to very subtly use his foot to push his backpack behind him - a young man wearing all black and carrying a bag full of surveillance equipment was highly likely to be considered suspicious. It hadn’t taken Johna very long to figure to realize that the voices she heard were Mikey and whoever and she moved through the grass, and came up behind the man wearing all black in enough time to hear the last bit of the conversation. “Like hacking people’s Hooters?” Johna asked, raising an eyebrow. “What’s in the bag?” "That's not an art project, that's--" And then Donnie cut himself off, deciding it was best not to incriminate himself any further. "None of your business," he finished, pulling his wand out of his back pocket. He glanced down at the bag, then at the two people approaching him. Of course it was Johna Dawlish. Of all the people to get caught by! Not that he'd been caught. Because he hadn't been doing anything. (The more you told yourself a lie, the more you could believe it was the truth.) And then, Donnie took off running down the street. "HEY! Hey, hold up!" Mikey yelled after Donnie, using the least useful reasoning of all time to get Mr Robot to hold his horses. "I wanna hear more about your art project! Why are you running?" he added as he ran after him, firing a spell off at Donnie that would keep his feet stuck to the ground where he was. The spell hit and suddenly Donnie was stuck to the pavement, wildly windmilling his arms to keep his balance. "I didn't do anything wrong!" he shouted. He brandished his wand, jabbing it into the air in what he hoped was a menacing manner. “You were trespassing,” Johna said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re going to need to come with us to the Ministry for questioning.” She pulled out her own wand and pointed it at Donnie to disarm him. Donnie scoffed. "Private property is exploita--" And then his wand flew from his grasp. Fuck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch the last part,” Johna said, Donnie’s wand in hand before she pulled out an evidence bag and slipped it inside. "I think he was going for explosion?" Mikey replied, not entirely sure, though. He dropped the backpack into the evidence bag as well. "I've disarmed a lot of bombs this week, kid. I'm going to be really disappointed if you were trying to blow up that house back there." Donnie clenched his fists and unclenched them as he tried to think of some scathing retort. He came up short - and realized with a shock that he was completely and utterly unprepared for this situation. If you covered your tracks well enough (and he almost always did), sitting at your computer wasn't likely to get you brought into the Ministry for questioning. "If you think I'm working alone then you're wrong!" he spat out. "And the rest of my mates are not going to be happy about this." He whipped out his phone and frantically tapped out an emergency hext to the Fellowship: BEEN COMPROMISED. DELETE ALL CONVERSATION RECORDS ASAP. And then he hurled the phone to the ground as hard as he could. The phone shattered and Johna moved to pick it up, with another evidence bag. They should still be able to pull some things off of it, she hoped. “Alright, well before you break anymore evidence or you try to bomb another home, we’re going to the Ministry.” She glanced at Mikey as she sealed the second evidence bag. "How long have you been waiting to do that, mate?" Mikey asked, decidedly unimpressed, and the world-weary "I'm getting too old for this shit," line running through his head. "You've the right to remain silent, anything you say -- or anything you try to smash -- can and will be used against you…" |