Tuesday Night - Streets of Fandom - 03/02
Derek Morgan
Derek was on his way to the store to pick up a few supplies he needed for the work at the house. It was a little late, but he couldn't sleep and if he read anymore pages of paperwork, his brain would explode.
A stalker
The figure above picked up the pace, eyes focused narrowly on the man below. A more credible threat than some of those followed before, so more care was taken. For now, at least.
Derek Morgan
Derek felt the eyes on him. After having enough people try and knock him out from behind, madmen aiming to drop something on him, and a LaMOE or two aiming at him, he'd developed something of a sense about these things.
He paused, glanced around, and kept walking.
A stalker in the shadows
Ha. Yes. This target was a possibility, someone to test.
The figure sped up, and got in front of the man below, then waited on the top of a fire escape in the shadows.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Derek Morgan
That caught his attention, but he didn't immediately look towards it. Instead, he slowly wandered over towards the fire escape in question and pulled out his cellphone. Mostly to stall, but also to send Garcia a quick text.
A stalker
The figure leaned down and over the fire escape railing, eyes narrowing. Now, now. That was just rude.
Derek Morgan
The text was actually a question, not any kind of report, and an excuse to stop. But as he started to put away the phone, he dropped his bags and leaped up to the end of the fire escape and started pulling himself up.
This was the kind of threat he was used to. And it was the kind of threat he was going to do something about.
A stalker on a roof
The figure startled, then swarmed up the fire escape, way faster than one would expect.
When it reached the roof, a shining ninja throwing star appeared in its hand, and was thrown at the man's mid-section, followed by a second, fast as thought.
Derek Morgan
"Whoah!" and he nearly fell off, a portion of his brain going straight into Garcia-mode and bitching him out for taking stupid risks and did you really have to drive that ambulance, Derek, really?
Both stars missed, but only because he was about three seconds from hitting the street again.
He scrambled for another hold.
The stalker
The stalker took advantage of Derek's slowing to speed up, heading for the edge of the roof and vaulting across into the space between buildings, landing on the next rooftop, then rushing across the roof toward the other side.
Derek Morgan
He managed to shuffle up and get to the roof, looking around for movement since he'd lost her while heading vertically.
Then he decided to start playing the game.
"You know I saw you," he said with a decent amount of volume. Not too much, he wasn't shouting. Just enough to carry.
A stalker
A pause from a far shadow, as eyes narrowed.
Another star, one that landed with a definite thunk at his feet.
And? the figure might have been asking.
Derek Morgan
He looked down but he didn't move.
"What do you want? You this island business, or something from back on mainland? Followin' me isn't going to get you much. Talking to me might."
A stalker
A pause, as someone listened, interested, but still carefully balanced to run at any moment.
Tap. Tap... tap.
Derek Morgan
Derek sat down, on the ground but he knew that his watcher could still see him.
"You don't want to talk with words, gimme something to talk about. Some indication of what you're looking for."
A stalker
Oh, no. That would never do.
A certain amount of respect was owed for trying to catch the stalker. And a certain amount for trying to 'assist' a predator.
But no. This wasn't the person the predator had thought it might be. Another thrown star, this one with more force, landing in the rooftop hilt-deep, the edges of the star quivering.
Then with a scrabbling of feet, the figure leaped off the roof it was standing on, grabbed the fire escape release, and plunged down into the alley below.
Derek Morgan
And because Derek was Derek, he picked up the stars with a handkerchief and resolved to bring them down to the station the next day.
[ooc: NFB for sneakiness; preplayed with lebrilliant Dinah-mun]