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By 4:45, the protesters who started at Grant Park have marched past the ruins of old City Hall, stopped for a speech, and then forged on to mass across from the building which houses the legislature at the moment - across because there's a handful of police just to make sure that everything goes smoothly
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He's been following the march, on the edges a little bit. And he doesn't see who exactly THREW the bottle, but to him that means Take. Action. Now.
He charges into the crowd, pushing through people even as he's practically trampled by the forward crush. He's not really thinking straight (clearly), but he knows he has to get to the bomber, whoever they were.
Again. Such a dumb boy.
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"You dumb shitass fuck, what the hell are you doing here?"
The angel's wartime reactions have just kicked into overdrive, and as far as she's concerned, Vaughn is just another panicked citizen.
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"You saw the bomb!" he shouts at her. "Someone has to get to those people and if it's not going to be you, it's going to be me!"
Uh, yeah. Hero complex, much?
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He's here. In the crowd. And hardly unarmed - not only does he have his Sig Sauer tucked into the back of his trousers and several spare clips in assorted pockets, but he has a few needles with sedatives tucked away inside his jacket as well. And he is strongly considering, Hippocratic Oath be damned, thinning the crowd a little.
Who knows why the hell he felt the need to come. Danger-seeking, maybe, now that Torchwood is more or less inactive. Maybe he's just not at home these days unless someone is bleeding. But he catches Vaughn out of the corner of his eye and recognizes him, cutting through the crowd and grabbing his arm.
Not to stop him, though. Oh, no. He raises his eyebrows in inquisition.
"Got a plan?"
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"Not really," he admits. "I was just going to try and wing it. We have to get to the bombers, that's for sure. Do you have a plan?"
Never mind the fact that Vaughn kind of FAILS at winging it, and that's why he wasn't allowed out into the field for the longest time. Never mind that he's an IDIOT. He's ready to go out and be a hero! Or something.
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"Passes for one," he says. Get up, tranq the kid, drag her back to the Tower for questioning. Something like that. How to extract her from this sort of a crowd is an open question, especially as he can't use his Rift-y dash powers without knocking himself out on the nearest ten people in a vector from him, but something's got to be done. And he'd like some fucking answers, here.
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He begins shoving his way through the crowd, trying to clear a path as much as possible. He might get trampled, but so be it.
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Hell, Vaughn wants to take point, Owen won't complain. Torchwood doesn't deal much with crowds - that's for regular police, and if the area hasn't been locked down by someone or other by the time Torchwood gets there, usually that means someone's doing their job wrong.
He concentrates on not getting sideswiped by anything, not making any eye contact which'd lead to someone taking offence and taking a swing at him.
There are a few of the kids, and now they seem to have fanned out a bit - they didn't come for a peaceful march at all. The girl they're closing in on is pulling another molotov out of her backback, and looks to have a few more packed in there - an oily stain at the bottom suggests that she wasn't as careful with pacing them in as perhaps she should have been. The press is a bit tighter here and he elbows someone out of the way, splitting off just a little to approach the girl from the opposite side Vaughn is heading for. If Vaughn can just distract her a little...
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"Hey!" he yells, elbowing a little more violently, trying to push his way closer to her. "Don't! Put that down!" It doesn't occur to him that running toward a girl armed with a molotov cocktail is dangerous.
"No! Someone! Hey you! Stop! Stop!" He's just shouting what amounts to nonsensical words at the moment, trying anything he can to just get her to look at him, and maybe delay her in throwing the damn thing. "Stop! Put it down, slowly!"
It occurs to him that he doesn't have a gun. Well damn. Not that he'd shoot her, just scare her up a little.
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