Lt. Col. James Rhodes (built_for_war) wrote in planetmarvel, @ 2016-06-08 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | james rhodes, jessica jones |
WHO: Rhodey, Jessica Jones
WHEN: Wednesday Afternoon
WHERE: Alias Investigations
WHAT: Rhodey smells a mystery, maybe Jessica can help him solve it
WARNINGS: language, self loathing, maybe drinking
His footsteps echoed through the dank lobby of the building. The sound was distinct, metallic, like combat boots on the deck of an aircraft carrier. He was tall, broad shouldered, wearing a black leather motorcycle jacked and matching leather gloves. To a stranger, his features appeared handsome and strong, his eyes dark and soulful. Stopping in front of the elevator, he intended to hit the call button- but before he'd moved his arm the light immediately flared to life. He stared silently at his own reflection in the brushed steel door of the elevator. The holographic technology they'd given him might be enough to restore James Rhodes's face to others, but it was a cruel irony that his own enhanced vision couldn't be fooled. A glowing red eye glared back at him, from amidst the wreckage of the right side of his face- a mess of titanium and scar tissue. The door opened, thankfully sparing him from having to stare at what he'd become any longer.
Once inside, he didn't even bother to try hitting the button this time, lighting the correct floor with a thought. A moment later, he made the mistake of looking at the floor. His vision suddenly swam with digital forms, as crime scene photos flashed across his view, and a holographic recreation of two dead bodies appeared at his feet. Information poured into his brain faster than he could process it. He shut the one eye that was still his and looked down at his feet with the one that wasn't
///...SHLOTTMAN, JACOB...///
///...SHLOTTMAN, MARIA...///
///...CAUSE OF DEATH...GSW....38 CALIBER S&W SPECIAL...///
///...SUSPECT SHLOTTMAN, HOPE TAKEN INTO CUSTO--///
"Stop it, I don't want to see this god damn it!" he breathed, bracing himself against the walls of the elevator. He tried to remember his sessions with Doctor Cabe. "I'm in control... I think it, you do it" he said, as his digital eye continued to stare at his feet. A readout of his heartrate appeared in the right hand side of his vision, along with a floating piece of text.
///...BIOLOGICAL SYSTEMS AGITATED, RELEASE TRANQUILIZERS?...///
No, do not release fucking meds... he thought emphatically, and the text vanished. His breathing leveled out just as he felt the elevator jolt to a halt. Looking back up, the crime-scene reconstruction was gone. Composing himself, Rhodey stepped out into the hallway, making his way quickly down to the doorway at the end of the hall. He was here for a reason, he wasn't going to let some jitters stop him from getting to the bottom of things. The single large glass pane in the door was broken, and a series of 'helpful' readouts began to try and provide Rhodey with the probable cause of the damage. Ignoring the digital information, he rapped on the door with a gloved hand. When there was no response, he leaned his head in through the gaping hole in the door. "Uh..., hello? I'm looking for Alias Investigations? I'd like to speak with Miss Jones. My name is James Rhodes, I'm with the Department of Defense."