Adam Malloy ≡ Julio Richter (groundassault) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-12-06 23:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam malloy, beckett samuels, nikki malloy |
Who: Adam and Nikki Malloy, Beckett Samuels
What: Not the way Adam pictured finding his sister.
Where: New York City, M-Town
When: Sunday, December 6; evening
Warnings: Mild violence, language
Winter in New York didn’t feel too different from winter in Washington, and neither of them was that different than the weather in London. Adam wasn’t complaining, it meant that he didn’t have to change between stops. London for the Agency, New York for X-Factor, back to Washington to sleep when he didn’t just find a place to crash in one of the other two cities. Sometimes he wondered why he still bothered going back there, at all. The first time he’d walked by the base and noticed that it didn’t hurt anymore had been over six months ago. He had no clue how long he’d walked by it without feeling anything before he’d noticed. Turned out the secret to being happier was to stay too busy to notice the things that had used to make him feel like shit.
It was a pretty slow night at X-Factor. Adam had headed out for a walk, told Connor that he’d be back in an hour. He’d skipped the leather jacket, that night, stuck with a thick sweater that wasn’t quite warm enough. It wasn’t his usual style, baggy enough that you couldn’t even tell he had muscle underneath it. He hugged himself, scowling. He’d known the sweater was a bad idea, but Connor had handed it to him with a grin and he couldn’t say no. Asshole. Adam would get him back for it somehow. You didn’t piss off the guy who did all your computer maintenance for you, not if you didn’t want things to mysteriously start going wrong with them.
M-Town was quiet, too. No one wanted to be out in the cold if they didn’t have to. And then there was Adam, cutting through back alleys in a fluffy sweater, like a dumbass.
“Give me your wallet.”
Adam almost rolled his eyes, but when he turned around he raised his hands. “Hey, I don’t want any trouble.”
The guy in front of him had a knife, and he was walking toward Adam with it raised. “I said get your fucking wallet out and give it to me.”
“I don’t have any money.” It was a lie. Adam had a wallet with a whole lot of cash shoved into it tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. He’d broken a ten on a pack of gum in one convenience store, stopped in a bar and paid for a beer. He figured that was why the guy had been following him, in the first place. Walking around with a whole bunch of money, that was a dumbass move, too. Adam really deserved this.
The guy was almost close enough to stab him. “Don’t lie to me. Give me your wallet.”