zen_archer (zen_archer) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-04-22 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | arrowette, green arrow ii |
Who: Cissie King-Jones and Connor Hawke
Where: New York streets
When: Monday, April 22 2013, past sunset.
What: Green Arrow II meets Arrowette.
Rating: PG-13
The dealer went running through the street, looking back behind himself and nearly running into the wall of a brick building. He was panting, and had obviously been running further than his stamina normally allowed. Wild eyes darted, and he raced into an apartment building, out the other side, wound his way around the fence, and across the muddy ground of freshly turned earth being landscaped for a new building.
Connor continued letting the man run himself out, watching from the rooftop. He was playing it slow and cautious. He had only recently returned from some trouble in Mexico, and his shoulder and side were still healing. Haste could be disastrous and set that healing back more time than he wished.
Finally the man stopped, huffing and puffing and selected to try and hide now, running into the maze of construction. Connor lost sight of him, but the man was making a predictable line toward the half-done building. The more youthful Green Arrow dropped down from the precipice and dart along the ground quietly into the site, picking his cover appropriately.
He found the man easily, able to hear his labored breathing. The dealer had wedged himself between a half-done drywall and a short pile of cement bags. Connor notched an arrow and was about to speak for the man to surrender.
His inner senses tingled. Shifting swiftly to the side, his eyes focused through the dark. Fingertips released, sending the arrow smoothly forward. The two arrows collided, a normal arrow head against a net that sent the two projectiles off course and clattering to the floor. The dealer cursed in surprise.
Who? It wasn't Mia. She was busy elsewhere tonight. Certainly not Ollie. Yet someone had tracked the same exhausted dealer to this site, someone who used arrows as well. Connor's feet flexed stealthily, disappearing into the shadows without a sound and eying the other entry to the rough room.