Daniel Ciin (miaiphonos) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2011-06-28 21:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, artemis |
I'm not stopping
Who: Samuel & Toli.
What: The huntress is thwarted.
Where: Newport Beach. Ish.
When: 10:35 p.m.
Warnings: Language.
It was odd, Samuel thought, how time seemed such a mutable thing. For long weeks they had planned this raid, haggling over every detail, drilling again and again, preparing for every possible contingency. And now, so soon, it was over and done. The dust had settled, the smoke cleared, the ringing of gunfire and the hard crack of the battering ram at last beginning to fade from his ears. He sat perched on the edge of the SWAT truck that remained, its doors swung wide as his team piled themselves and their considerable gear back into its thick-lined hull. Their ‘suspects’ had been trussed with zip ties and loaded into the first truck, now well on their way for inprocessing and long stints in small cells. One among them - as it happened, the one with the loudest, most insistent mouth - had been quite a find: His face had long been on wanted posters across the country, a gun-runner with a penchant for crossing state lines and shooting at cops. Neither hobby had particularly endeared him to Samuel’s demographic, but he had hardly been their target alone. A number of bounty hunters had been close on his heels, and having beaten them to the punch in spite of the rigorous red tape gave tonight’s victory an even sweeter taste.
At last he pulled off his helmet, slicked with drying blood and the cloying, heady film of gunpowder. His eyes narrowed as they turned toward the horizon, seeing there beneath the streetlights a steadily nearing, increasingly agitated figure.
“This is a crime scene,” he said, one dark brow arching high. “Fuck off til it’s cleared.”