Who: Guns (righttobeararms ); Open to War (on_a_red_horse ) When: Saturday Morning, 6/5 Where: Los Angeles What: A friendly little 'hello, it's good to see you again'. Warnings: Violence
The invitation had been sent out and accepted, and really, it had just been far too long.
Guns at least had the courtesy to tape a note to his office door, advising any and all passerby and potential visitors that he had stepped away for a bit, and would return shortly before he whisked himself cross country to where he was supposed to meet his date. Long before the sun rose over the City of Angels, the New God had taken up position on the roof opposite where he sensed his old pal to be staying.
Just as the first rays of sunlight began to light the sky, he watched the young man stroll up the short flight of steps before knocking on the front door.
Patience.
Patience.
See the door creek open, see the Red Rider accept the single red rose the boy offered before he ran back off from where he came. Guns watched through his sniper scope, the unfolding of the attached note. Nothing flashy, just three little words.
Tag. You're it.
His finger curled around the trigger just long enough to ensure the words were read before he let loose a hailstorm of bullets. Chunks of cement and brick ricocheted up from where the projectiles impacted, glass splintered and screams cut through the early morning air as neighbors were jerked from their sleep by the ruckus. Practiced hands moved rapidly, emptying one magazine before smoothly loading another, empty shell casings fell like rain over the side of the building. Initial greeting offered, Guns rolled away from his position and began to move swiftly through the city.
The chase was on, and heaven help anyone or anything that stood in their way.