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savetheearth2014-12-01 09:11 pm
oncedevil) wrote in savetheearth2014-12-01 09:11 pm
Mission 7 - A Chance Meeting
Who: Anthony Sparado, Hajime Aikawa, Chinen Shou, and NPC mcfirestarter
What: Cleaning up some loose ends.
Where: Downtown Locke, couple of areas likely
When: December 1st, late afternoon/evening
Warnings: Violence, death, probably profanity.
Text: [The hurriedly typed address of a small bookstore somewhere downtown.]
Got a bite. It's show time, hope you're hungry.
Action: After the sting at Espresso Yourself things had fallen quiet again. By now quiet was worrying, instead of signalling peace and a break from madness Tony had come to associate the quiet with an impending shitstorm. With luck, and a good bit of skill, maybe he'd be able to cut this one off before things got unbearably messy. That was the plan, anyway.
Shou's contacts had given Tony a lead or two, and that coupled with his own ever increasing hunter's instincts he'd finally tracked down his quarry: The modified human that had been made to look like him.
After shooting a quick text to the both of them (he couldn't give them more time as much as he would have liked to) he began to move in. Storm clouds rumbled ominously overhead, briefly distracting Tony. Something about all of this was weirdly familiar, and unsettling. He adjusted the sword on his shoulder, shoved aside the anticipation causing a funny knot in his gut, and began to move in. Now he knew he spotted the guy around there somewhere. He couldn't have gotten too far, could he?
What: Cleaning up some loose ends.
Where: Downtown Locke, couple of areas likely
When: December 1st, late afternoon/evening
Warnings: Violence, death, probably profanity.
Text: [The hurriedly typed address of a small bookstore somewhere downtown.]
Got a bite. It's show time, hope you're hungry.
Action: After the sting at Espresso Yourself things had fallen quiet again. By now quiet was worrying, instead of signalling peace and a break from madness Tony had come to associate the quiet with an impending shitstorm. With luck, and a good bit of skill, maybe he'd be able to cut this one off before things got unbearably messy. That was the plan, anyway.
Shou's contacts had given Tony a lead or two, and that coupled with his own ever increasing hunter's instincts he'd finally tracked down his quarry: The modified human that had been made to look like him.
After shooting a quick text to the both of them (he couldn't give them more time as much as he would have liked to) he began to move in. Storm clouds rumbled ominously overhead, briefly distracting Tony. Something about all of this was weirdly familiar, and unsettling. He adjusted the sword on his shoulder, shoved aside the anticipation causing a funny knot in his gut, and began to move in. Now he knew he spotted the guy around there somewhere. He couldn't have gotten too far, could he?
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When Richard had come in here he'd been prepared to say a lot of things, even if Tony couldn't respond, but seeing him like this.. he was really just beyond relieved that he was still alive. That he was also regaining some kind of coherence was a plus, too.
"... I'll be fine, kiddo. Don't worry about me just get yourself patched up." He gave Tony's hand a light squeeze. "I'm gonna go talk to L, but I'll be back."
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They would definitely need a talk later, but it was probably best to wait until he was capable of coherency and fully understanding what's being said.
"Hn," A small grunt of agreement, he did pick himself up just enough to cast Richard a tired smile before flopping back down. Sleeping time now, more talking later. L would be a better candidate for explaining things probably.