[Reintroduction] "Seems like I've been... I've been here before..."
Pinned down in the basement of a bank, FBI and SWAT surrounding him and the three mercenaries Reese had been trying to take out. At least the two young people he'd been protecting were out of the crossfire: Finch could take them the rest of the way to safety and secure their future. But now the beast that had dogged both of them had closed in on them.
"Do you recognize him?" the agent in front of him asked, glancing to Carter.
"Uhh..." Carter fumbled, hesitation ticking in her eyes. "No."
Not a betrayal on Carter's part: she had her reasons to cover him, and if this is what it took, so be it. She couldn't risk her badge, and if she did, she would no longer be able to help him or Finch.
With three other guys who could match the vague description of "a guy in a suit", the FBI could sort out which was their guy. The other three had history of their own that might hold their interest. Getting anything out of Reese would take some doing: hard to break a man who'd been broken before and not by the insurgents who'd captured him in Afghanistan.
The agent in charge emitted a harassed noise. "Cuff 'em all," he snapped to another agent, who moved in, taking Reese by the wrists and locking a pair of handcuffs onto them.
The question was, he asked himself as his captor nudged him to move, heading for the street above them, how would he get out of this mess. And what would happen to Finch in the meantime? At least the little man had a four-footed guardian now, but how would a man living off the grid to avoid the Feds be able to spring him from this particular situation?
Things seemed to blur around him and he realizes he's alone, his heels clicking on a marble floor, not grimy concrete and his footsteps echoing off wainscoted walls. He looks up and around him, recognizing the place, yet puzzled for a tetrasecond. Last time he saw this place -- a dream landscape? Parallel universe? Breech in the space-time continuum? -- it was falling down around his ears, taking him with it, till someone ended his sufferings and hastened his return to his own world.
"You really do have a way with pulling people in when they least expect it," he snarks, looking toward the angle where the wall meets the ceiling. "This meant to be a rescue? You could've tossed me a bent paperclip while you were at it."
Name: John Reese
Fandom: Person of Interest
Media: TV series
Typist: matrixrefugee
Other relevant info: And so, the snarky ex-CIA operative turned vigilante returns, after his brush with a collapsing staircase. He's going to be a bit less disoriented and snarly than the last time, but... he could use someone who knows how to remove handcuffs (at least for the first thread: subsequent folks will find him uncuffed.
Title nicked from "Dissolved Girl" by Massive Attack (a band I'm coming to associate with PoI, since I listen to them a lot when writing fic: they got the right gritty, paranoid feel)
The first commenter acts as a welcoming committee. All following interactions are deemed later in the day, when the character is settled.
"Do you recognize him?" the agent in front of him asked, glancing to Carter.
"Uhh..." Carter fumbled, hesitation ticking in her eyes. "No."
Not a betrayal on Carter's part: she had her reasons to cover him, and if this is what it took, so be it. She couldn't risk her badge, and if she did, she would no longer be able to help him or Finch.
With three other guys who could match the vague description of "a guy in a suit", the FBI could sort out which was their guy. The other three had history of their own that might hold their interest. Getting anything out of Reese would take some doing: hard to break a man who'd been broken before and not by the insurgents who'd captured him in Afghanistan.
The agent in charge emitted a harassed noise. "Cuff 'em all," he snapped to another agent, who moved in, taking Reese by the wrists and locking a pair of handcuffs onto them.
The question was, he asked himself as his captor nudged him to move, heading for the street above them, how would he get out of this mess. And what would happen to Finch in the meantime? At least the little man had a four-footed guardian now, but how would a man living off the grid to avoid the Feds be able to spring him from this particular situation?
Things seemed to blur around him and he realizes he's alone, his heels clicking on a marble floor, not grimy concrete and his footsteps echoing off wainscoted walls. He looks up and around him, recognizing the place, yet puzzled for a tetrasecond. Last time he saw this place -- a dream landscape? Parallel universe? Breech in the space-time continuum? -- it was falling down around his ears, taking him with it, till someone ended his sufferings and hastened his return to his own world.
"You really do have a way with pulling people in when they least expect it," he snarks, looking toward the angle where the wall meets the ceiling. "This meant to be a rescue? You could've tossed me a bent paperclip while you were at it."
Name: John Reese
Fandom: Person of Interest
Media: TV series
Typist: matrixrefugee
Other relevant info: And so, the snarky ex-CIA operative turned vigilante returns, after his brush with a collapsing staircase. He's going to be a bit less disoriented and snarly than the last time, but... he could use someone who knows how to remove handcuffs (at least for the first thread: subsequent folks will find him uncuffed.
Title nicked from "Dissolved Girl" by Massive Attack (a band I'm coming to associate with PoI, since I listen to them a lot when writing fic: they got the right gritty, paranoid feel)
The first commenter acts as a welcoming committee. All following interactions are deemed later in the day, when the character is settled.