Eliot Spencer (_thatswhatido) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-11-20 12:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | eliot spencer |
Who: Eliot Spencer
What: A bad situation and a strange reaction
When: Late evening
Where: Warehouse district
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete as narrative, open to tags
"Sorry, Spencer. It really is nothing personal. Once you get past the gruff exterior, you're not all that bad. But they pay better than the FBI does and I've got some hefty bills."
Six months earlier, Agent Colin Bradford had been assigned to Eliot as his new partner after his mentor had retired. At first, Bradford managed to get on every one of Eliot's nerves but he'd grown used to, even started enjoying the company of, the younger agent. Now he had a gun pointed at his head and two thugs were emerging from the shadows.
Betrayed by the same kid he'd trusted to have his back. If that wasn't a blow to his pride.
"I delivered. One agent with information on the progression of the case against your boss," Bradford called out to the approaching thugs. "He'll be a harder one to break but what you can get out of him will be worth i-" Someone's cell phone chirped loudly, almost piercing in the acoustics of the old warehouse. Bradford winced. "I knew I should have put that on vibrate."
"That you or me? Could be important."
Eliot shook his head as an eerie feeling of familiarity settled in. Why? He'd never been turned on before and he was pretty damn sure this was the first time it had happened somewhere out of the sight of fellow agents.
"Does your mama have your number?"
Bradford rolled his eyes in annoyance as the phone chirped again. "Let's get this over with," he told the two men and leaned in to grab the gun out of Eliot's shoulder holster. His reaction was like second nature. Eliot slammed his right hand into Bradford's throat and grabbed the gun from his hand. The clip dropped and the round ejected from the chamber, he threw the gun away. He turned, elbow slamming into the face of the approaching thug. He bellowed in pain, falling back a step.
He was too late to ward off the second thug. The man slammed into Eliot, sending them both crashing into a pile of pallets. Eliot's forehead slammed into the wood and he swore in pain before slamming his head back. The thug grunted and he took advantage of the brief distraction to plant one foot and kick out, catching him in the stomach. The first man was trying to get up but Eliot put him back down with a well placed kick to the head.
One left. Eliot blocked the blow aimed for his head and caught the lefty swung after. His knee drove up into the other man's solar plexus, not just once, but until he felt ribs give way. The man sunk to the ground, wheezing in pain and Eliot swung, throwing all his momentum behind the hit. Then there were none.
He staggered away from the downed men, pulling his cell phone from his back pocket. "This is Special Agent Eliot Spencer. I need backup and medical assistance."