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Zadkiel Thrush ([info]lifeibreathe) wrote in [info]we_float,
@ 2010-06-20 00:48:00

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Entry tags:character: alec tremont, character: matt cavanaugh, character: zadkiel thrush

Who: Matt Cavanaugh, Zadkiel Thrush, and Alec Tremont (briefly)
When: Sunday, June 20, 2096
Where: Anhalt, then a flophouse in Ballard
What: A rescue mission
Status: Closed, Complete

"I have an address," Alec said. It was clear from the feverish, glazed look in his eyes that he hadn't yet slept. "They've been taunting me all night, electronic bread crumb trails that lead down digital dark alleys, but I finally have an address for where Barton is, and apparently not in very good shape. I expect it's a trap, so you should probably be prepared for that." He thrust the scrap of paper into the hands of the only person up and about. "I'm going to bed now. Ta."

Zadkiel stared at the information, uncertain what to do with it. A trap. Barton injured. He didn't even know who was home, or who would be of any help in this kind of situation. But one of them had a gun, and that would be a good thing to bring into a trap. He also seemed to be one of the more level-headed of the house's inhabitants, and that was good, too.

He padded upstairs and knocked on Matt's door.



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[info]palehorses
2010-06-23 05:08 am UTC (link)
And this was the moment when all the not-talking bit them on the ass. Again. Matt had a sudden sense that this was exactly the same as when he and Maxxie had run into the robbers in the drug store - he had absolutely no idea what would happen when Zadkiel used his powers, if he'd do the science-fiction thing and just use himself up in the effort, or if he'd done it and it was over, or what.

And that meant that Matt didn't know what to guard against. His empty hand clenched into a fist - not a gesture that there was something he could fight, but one of frustration. He didn't know what to expect, and he hated not knowing.

At the same time, he thought it was possibly - maybe - a touch smarter not to interrupt.

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