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Who: Dick and Costigan
What: Looking for David, kicking ass and taking names.
When: Day two or three of port.
Where: OS19
Warnings: Some violence, nothing serious, probably some language, knowing Costigan.
Dick and Costigan had been covering ground all over OS19 looking for Bourne's wayward inmate, and while admittedly, the situation was definitely serious because god knows what the kid had gotten himself into - and the more they talked with the residents and shop owners and whoever else, the more likely it became that it was something pretty bad - Dick was... sort of enjoying himself, in a weird way. Being on the Barge, in a contained environment with the same group of people week after week lent itself to very little room for what he was good at, and he missed going out on patrol every night. He missed being a vigilante, he missed being a cop, and he missed doing what he'd been trained to do since childhood.
The warden was dressed pretty inconspicuously - a leather jacket, combat boots, gray t-shirt and jeans - and had been easy going and calm in asking questions of people, trying to attract as little attention as possible while still getting work done. So far, they didn't have a lot to go off of, but that wasn't a problem for Dick.
Right now, the bigger problem was that they were being followed.
It had been subtle at first, and he'd wondered if he was just being paranoid, but at this point, he knew they really were following them. He casually glanced at Costigan, looking slightly over his shoulder to watch. Two men - humans, at first glance, anyway, although they could be some other species - and presently they were joined by a third, and although they might have been subtle at first, now they were anything but.
Still, Dick just kept their casual pace, turning back to look ahead and pass on the observation to his partner.
"They've been following us since we left the bar."
What: Looking for David, kicking ass and taking names.
When: Day two or three of port.
Where: OS19
Warnings: Some violence, nothing serious, probably some language, knowing Costigan.
Dick and Costigan had been covering ground all over OS19 looking for Bourne's wayward inmate, and while admittedly, the situation was definitely serious because god knows what the kid had gotten himself into - and the more they talked with the residents and shop owners and whoever else, the more likely it became that it was something pretty bad - Dick was... sort of enjoying himself, in a weird way. Being on the Barge, in a contained environment with the same group of people week after week lent itself to very little room for what he was good at, and he missed going out on patrol every night. He missed being a vigilante, he missed being a cop, and he missed doing what he'd been trained to do since childhood.
The warden was dressed pretty inconspicuously - a leather jacket, combat boots, gray t-shirt and jeans - and had been easy going and calm in asking questions of people, trying to attract as little attention as possible while still getting work done. So far, they didn't have a lot to go off of, but that wasn't a problem for Dick.
Right now, the bigger problem was that they were being followed.
It had been subtle at first, and he'd wondered if he was just being paranoid, but at this point, he knew they really were following them. He casually glanced at Costigan, looking slightly over his shoulder to watch. Two men - humans, at first glance, anyway, although they could be some other species - and presently they were joined by a third, and although they might have been subtle at first, now they were anything but.
Still, Dick just kept their casual pace, turning back to look ahead and pass on the observation to his partner.
"They've been following us since we left the bar."