ᴊᴀʀᴇᴅ ɢʀᴀʏ (inthenow) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-07-26 19:40:00 |
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Stu hated the rain. Ever since he could remember, he'd disliked the stuff. Sure, it was good for the environment, kept things growing, blah blah frickin' blah, but that didn't make it anymore enjoyable. Moving around from place to place due to X-Factor only made the humidity more noticeable, leaving the investigator more irritable. Which meant that patrolling at a time like this? Probably wasn't Stu's greatest plan. If anything, it was a way to get over the saturation of frustration the weather was leaving on his nerves.
Once you added in the fact that that same group of schmucks out there was trying to get people to kill as a free pass into their band of socially retarded "villains"? Well, let's just say he wasn't in the greatest of moods. After a call was sent in to hunt down the possibilities of a drug chain over on a familiar street in Brooklyn, who was Stu to turn down the offer of a little R&R in his hometown, Hawkeye style? Leaving Connor and the gang a note that stated he was going out to get donuts, he was on his way almost instantly.
Enter the rain.
Didn't think to check out the damn weather before hightailing it over here, didja?
Stu frowned. His legs were bent underneath him and he crouched low on a rooftop just overlooking a nearby warehouse, the apparent hot spot in question. A few raindrops plip-plopped onto the shoulder of his costume and he let out an exasperated sigh. "And you didn't think to check with the conspicuous policy when you had the Superhero Boutique sew your costume in all purple and fuckin' blue, didja?" He hissed through clenched teeth. Maybe it was a stupid thing to do - to go out minus back-up in Hawkeye's get-up. But it was the only logical way he could think of when it came to concealing his identity. Especially since he was dealing with a possible ring of dangerous men sporting weapons.
Great. Now you're starting to think on this? Now? Think happy thoughts, Peter.
"Sorry for being logical," he rolled his eyes and tightened his hand on the grip of the bow he was keeping down near the roof. If this was anything, it was a reason to not be logical. It was a nice vacation from the idea of actually working. Fighting he could do. And without thought, too. If all this was just happened to be a silly little drug bust? Easy as fucking pie.
A black car rolled up, windows tinted. You ready for this, or do you need to go meditate a little more? A group of men slammed the doors shut and entered the warehouse after a brief glance around the perimeter. Stu grinned. Lightning struck overhead. It was now or never.
"Showtime."