Archangel (heavenlyweapons) wrote in marvel_mashup, @ 2015-04-21 18:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | @destination murder, @legacy, x-men: angel, x-men: bishop |
Destination Murder
CHARACTERS: War & Bish.
TOPIC: Jackie and Wilson.
DATE & TIME: Monday, April 20th, 2015.
LOCATION: Lower East Side, Manhattan, New York.
Warren's hands fought for real-estate on his takeout coffee cup just to leech out any amount of warmth. While the calendar said spring, nobody had told the North Atlantic, or if they had - she'd simply ignored it. She'd decided what New York needed was a drizzle of rain and wind laced with a sharp chill meant to cut down even the most deluded garden enthusiast. Even with his several layers, hot caffeinated beverage, and the heater of Bishop's car - Warren still would have preferred a seasonably warm day. All he wanted was blue skies, a bright sun, and balmy air to lift his wings. He longed to fly free and clear - north perhaps, toward the little hamlet at the tip of Westchester County. Where the girl who made every day feel like summer chose to make her dwelling... That lovely little...
"Bloody hell!" Angel had nearly yelled and his volume kicked himself out of his own beautiful daydream. He turned to Luke to insure his partner that his outburst had nothing to do with the very tedious stake out they'd endured for the first half of... Monday. "Her birthday is Friday and I haven't gotten her a damned thing." Warren explained, not used to being caught off guard by anything gift related - especially when Eva was involved. By now, he should have already had his gift and the grand romantic gesture planned. "God..." Angel's brow furrowed, he couldn't help but feel as though his game had lost a level. "It's the job." Warren accused, probably because he couldn't remember the last time either of them had had a day off. Either New York needed less mutant criminals, or more mutant police. But he feared neither of those things was in danger of being corrected.
"It's alright, I have time." He rattled off, a hint of mania in his voice. "Days even." Warren reassured himself and he placed his coffee into the cup holder, so that he could pull the pistol from his shoulder holster. He dropped the cartage into his palm and double checked it was fully loaded, and then rearmed the weapon. "New plan, I notice smoke coming from the window. We assume fire," Warren's expression had changed to one of understanding, because of course they'd assume that. They were heroes. "We burst in - find them counting the small fortune they've collected from trafficking drugs..." With the use of mutations - this was why Luke and Warren had to deal with them. "Arrest everyone, and then hit Madison Avenue for a fun filled afternoon of shopping." Forget the fact that until they caught one of them in the act they technically didn't have any proof. What else were a bunch of deadbeat mutants doing with all that money? "Okay, on three." Angel informed his partner and placed his hand on the door handle.