RODEO (linewalksyou) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-03-07 01:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [03] march |
WHO: Cutter, Rodeo, and eventually Adelaide
WHAT: World's shittiest rescue team searches for their damsel in distress.
WHEN: March 6, 2019
WHERE: Grand Central Station
RATING: Medium
STATUS: In progress
It had been a while for the both of them, but bad habits died hard.
In the old days, orders like the ones Rodeo had given Cutter were commonplace. Meet me. Pack heat. Rodeo called the shots, and his friend was always by his side, ready to help him handle whatever business needed to be handled-- be it personal or "professional." In the world they had lived in, there was no time to wait and calculate. Hesitation would be read as weakness, and weakness cost a man his respect and potentially his business or his life. In order to hold their place in the food chain, Rodeo had gotten used to the constant need to assert himself, to let no wrong go unpunished and no enemy go unintimidated. It was second nature, and it never quite crossed his mind that dealing with a well-connected government man was different from strong-arming another outlaw into letting him have his way.
It wasn't only habit that fueled him, though. There was fear. Strong, overwhelming, maddening fear chased by helpless, frustrated rage. He hated that he had to let his baby sister go to Cail, and he hated even more to allow the man the power to simply scoop her up and leave with her and ensure that Rodeo could never find her again. The loss of control infuriated him, and the fear stirred up the violence in him.
And then there was Charlie. Rodeo wanted to throw his phone into the street, let it be a geek chew toy. Every time he felt that nagging buzz of it in his pocket his annoyance mounted. She just didn't understand it-- didn't understand that he couldn't just stop dead in the middle of a rage mission. Once his temper was lit, there was no turning back. If he tried to reign it in, refused to give that anger an outlet, it would only get worse. That brutal hunger for destruction would only increase if he tried to trap it, and there was simply no way he could sit back and allow someone else to take charge of his little sister's safety.
He had suited up with his bulletproof vest under his clothes and his black deerskin gloves on his hands, just in case things unfolded the wrong way. Despite his orders to bring guns, he knew they had to avoid using them. On one thing, Charlie was right-- he couldn't win against Macary, certainly not by pointing a gun to his head. Still, it was a vestige of what he was used to and a compulsion towards violence that he just couldn't resist. He knew he was walking a fine line, but despite all of Charlie's protests he wasn't turning around.
"Don't do nothin' nuts right off," Rodeo warned Cutter as they approached Grand Central Station. "This guy's real connected, he got folks that will make life real hard for us if we so much as bruise his lil chin. Just wanna send a message, if he winds up bein' with her. Let him know we're around and that we'll come lookin' for her real fast if shit goes fishy. And we'll always find her. Just make sure he knows he ain't gonna get away with nothing."