Harry Dresden (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dresdensluck) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2013-03-31 13:53:00 |
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Where: On the street
What: Harry, in the middle of doing some investigating, Dresden Style, gets a call from Emma, an intervention from J’onn, and then calls Alicia, interrupting her own fun times.
When: Sunday, 03/31/13
Warnings/Rating: R for violence and implied sexual activity
Status complete
Harry had been investigating a minor case of fraud laterally connected to the Cerberus investigation, when apparently he had gotten too close to... something. He had helped a young lady leave the country, to get to her uncle’s place out of town, and she had left him a string of names he didn’t know. He figured he would call this Kitty Pryde later in the day and ask her if she knew them. He had planned the day out as a good one for questions, and for walking, and so had put his car in the shop for maintenance on Friday.
He had been walking down the street this morning, on his way to pick up his car from the shop when a shot had rung out. He had somehow managed to deflect it. He still wasn’t sure about all this magic stuff, but it worked. And he liked it! Especially when it saved his life. He had ducked behind a car, and started a little streetfight. Which was where he was now.
His revolver was heavy in his hands as he considered the situation. He was pinned down by at least four guys, who apparently figured they had paid off some police enough to not have them respond. And frankly, he was getting tired of this.
He peered through the undercarriage and spotted the shoes of one of the gangsters. And then he grinned a nasty grin. The boy was wearing long laced tennis shoes. Time for a hot foot. And he spoke softly, concentrating, and willing what he envisioned to happen. And nothing happened for a moment, then he heard a cry, and a scream, and several shouts and a cessation of shooting at him.
He glanced, and then laughed. Apparently his aim was off. A white guy, apparently thinking that dreadlocks were in was crying out and beating frantically at his hair, which was on fire. Several of his friends were staring and one was beating at his head. As they moved, he saw they all held the tattoo of the Red Lions, a vicious gang known for rapes and beatings and influence peddling. One he had already tangled with, a few times.
He aimed and fired, thrice fast, sending two of them down with legs shot out from under them, and one down with a wounded shoulder. The others dove for cover, and started shooting again, and Harry sighed as he ducked down again.
And then his phone rang.
“Yes? This is Dresden!”
Emma was in the passenger seat of the rental car so she could talk while Scott drove. She still needed to get a minivan, or at least a new sedan, but she was dragging her heels in the process. “Hello Mr. Dresden. It’s Emma Summers, I need some paperwork drawn up today.”
Gunfire sounded as he traded shots with the gangsters, though several less, now. “Sure! What can I do for you?” He sighted under the car again and then fired, and the car he had aimed up made an odd 'tink' sound, and then simply blew up. Causing a roar and several cries and lots of swearing. He took the time to run down the streets a little ways.
Emma blinked. “Have I caught you at a bad time, Mr. Dresden?” She was concerned. If he died before providing any legal services she would be very put out.
“Not at all. Just having a minor discussion with some gentlemen about some of those things we discussed before.” He concentrated again and managed to just barely deflect a few bullets as he stood and shot one of the gangsters. The man went down and the others started yelling. Harry sat down then and swore. “Stones.” The man had jerked and Harry’s shot had taken him in the heart, purely by accident. He shook his head. Stupid kid. “How can I help you, Mrs Summers?”
“I’ll need emancipation documents drawn up for my adopted son, Nathan Summers, and also any information you have on child labor laws as they would pertain to an an emancipated minor. Today would be best, but honestly if you’re in the middle of a firefight it can wait a little while. If you die I’ll be quite upset with you, Mr. Dresden.”
“Of course. I can have them set up within two hours and either bring them to you or fax them over.” He fired off a shot, and then ducked down again. “I can file them Monday morning if you sign them and fax them back to me.”
“I can dig all of that up for you. And trust me, this won’t go on much longer. I think we finally attracted some attention.” He heard something like a far off whine, getting closer and at first thought it was a police car, but then realized it couldn’t be. He peered through the car windows. What he saw next made him gape.
A man appeared, moving fast, flying. Whoah. It took less than two minutes, and then there was a pile of unconscious man and guns on the sidewalk. And the man was hovering in midair over Harry. He nodded, with a wink. The man appeared to have white skin, and a mask and hood on, with a costume of something like green and brown... “Tell Mrs Summers, I send my regards, Mister Dresden,” was all he said, and then he was gone.
Harry blinked, then repeated the words.
Emma listened with great interest, but her lawyer didn’t seem to be dying. At least there was that. She blinked a little when Harry relayed the mystery man’s message, but a mental prod answered her questions quite quickly. “Thank you very much, Mr. Dresden. A fax will be sufficient, I’ll have them faxed back by Monday morning. Please try to stay out of trouble long enough to file them.”
“I will. have a nice day, Mrs Summers.” He hung up and then decided to go get his car. Now. And he hurried off toward the garage, dialing his phone again, this time, for Alicia’s cell phone.
Alicia’s voice was high and a little strained when she answered. “Uh, he- hello, Mr. Dresden. It’s Saturday.” She sounded distressed, her breathing was quite heavy.
Harry paused, then nodded. Right. He walked faster. “I’ll pay you double time to be in the office in an hour.”
A pause. “Unless this is a time I should bring in the marines.”
“Come in? Oh, uh, no, I’m fine. Nothing ba-” she groaned softly. “An hour? I can, oh please oh please” Her tone was a little pleading, but the tone wasn’t for Harry’s sake. “Yes, I’ll be there.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, then nodded. “Okay. See you there.” He hung up and laughed, then, long and loud. This was going to be interesting.
An hour later, he was at his office and settled in, looking for papers and filing some paperwork for the day’s activities. What an odd little day. Already.
he laughed again.
~FIN.~