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Gemma Morrow (g__morrow) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2011-12-05 03:24:00

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*complete, 2011 12, character: alexis castle, character: april kepner, character: brian kinney, character: derek morgan, character: dominic vail, character: eliot spencer, character: emily prentiss, character: g callen, character: john connor, character: marty deeks, character: nell jones, character: robert callen, character: sam hanna, character: savannah monroe, character: sean hanna, character: tim riggins, character: troy bolton, dead: alec hardison, dead: august anderson, dead: clay morrow, dead: eric beale, dead: gemma morrow, dead: harvey specter, dead: henrietta lange, dead: jenna hanna, dead: kensi blye, dead: leon vance, dead: michael westen, dead: mike renko, dead: mike ross, dead: neal caffrey, dead: nick green, dead: parker, dead: penelope garcia, dead: penny hall, dead: sheldon cooper, dead: spencer reid, dead: tyra collette

RP: THE ATTACK
Who: Everyone
Where: Tujunga/Brooklyn
When: 12:24 am PST/03:24am EST, late Sunday/early Monday December 4/5
Summary:It was only a matter of time

There was one thing that this dimension was proving. Superpowers or not, some people just fucking sucked as criminal, and this one was shit at covering his tracks, or maybe he didn't give a shit, although Gemma couldn't understand that. Even when they had the sheriff in the pocket, the Sons always tried to cover their tracks. The point was that finding this man wasn't as difficult as it should have been if he had a fucking brain.

A few contacts, some smoozing with an MC, and they got the information they needed. Mr. Idiotic Terrorist liked to be at a bar in Tujunga. Bars were something that they could do. They went together with Westen and Caffrey, parked the two in a corner where they wouldn't stand out too much and then they went out the back to cover the back and also because plenty of deals were made there, and it was always good to know the pulse of the situation.

They'd been there for about fifteen minutes when Westen texted them that Mr. Terrorist was there. This should have been a breeze. Go in, seduce him, drug him, take him away. Really simple, except nothing was ever simple. They were going back inside when Gemma saw the soldiers, all dressed in black, screaming and looking around. She stopped and backed out before Clay could even get inside. She had no idea what was going on, but she wasn't going to stand there, not that she would have had the chance. This was a biker bar. No one came inside and messed with them, not even soldiers or whoever they were. Shots from guns and rifles started immediately, followed by more screaming.

"Get a bike," she hissed to Clay, while she peeked in front the window. "Shit." If she'd had any doubt about who they were looking for, she had none know. She ran on the dirty ground, stones trapped between the soles and the heels of her boots. "They are looking for us; guys are dead. Let's get the fuck out," she said as she got on the bike. She fished inside Clay's pocket and tossed the phone away, and then pulled out her own, the one test message with all the numbers was right there, and she typed a new message for everyone.

Under attack. Escape now!!!

Gemma tossed the phone. Now, they could use the backroads to reach the safehouse in Kern County.

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Re: Brian/John

johnbaum
2011-12-04 06:04 am UTC (link)

This? This was the most familiar thing that had happened since he'd arrived and John slipped into the mindset far too easily. As soon as he woke Brian, he was up and moving. There was very little thinking involved. Traps set, messenger bag over his shoulder, rifle, backpack with all his other supplies and the harness Parker had made him. When Brian spoke, he stopped and turned around.

"I can't." Crossing the intervening space, he cupped the hand not clutching his rifle around the back of Brian's neck and kissed him hard. "I'll meet you there. Promise. Go."

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Re: Brian/John

b_kinney
2011-12-04 06:46 am UTC (link)

He wasn't the hero. He wasn't going to pretend that he wanted to stick around. He'd probably do more harm than good. "You'd better keep that promise." Eighteen was way too young to die.

"I-" Love wasn't a word he threw around often, mostly with Mikey and Lindsey and Gus, but no one else, at least not in a long time. Maybe one day he'd say it again, but not today. "You mean a lot to me. You get your ass to that garage."

He kissed John again, and then opened the window, before flying out stopping only when he got to the garage with Kensi and Sheldon already there. He barely had time to put his bag down that she was talking about going back. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" Except even as he asked, he knew he'd do it, because John wouldn't leave until people were out, and he could at least drive the bus back and wait for everyone to get on.

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