A Killing Time [OON + closed]
Sands is taking Muds out on a field trip once again. He's never very comfortable being in his own world and avoids it but he doesn't let that show. He's let Murdoc dress him for the game and has taken him to a city he loves, San Fransisco, so that after the murder they can have a nice dinner and maybe catch a show. Whatever. The restaurants here are very good thanks to the cia ordering Sands to stop shooting famous chiefs in the area. His wrist was slapped and Sands walked away pouting. It was just causing far too much news coverage. The agent hasn't stopped balancing the city. He just does it to less well known professions. For instance- the fastest pizza delivery guy was popped three months ago and a while before that Sands took out a little old lady who was popular on her street for having the prettiest window garden.
In any case- Sands walks Murdoc down to the docks so that he can see the street performers, painted silver and moving stiffly like robots. The man with his dalmatian dressed as a clown and posing for pictures with tourists, and the many jugglers who toss swords and fire in front of a smattering of people. Then there's the view of Alcatraz and right below them on the pier- a loud, breathing, road of blubber. The seals. Piles of them on their own planks. They sleep and snore. Scratching themselves every so often and sometimes growling at another for a better position.
In any case- Sands walks Murdoc down to the docks so that he can see the street performers, painted silver and moving stiffly like robots. The man with his dalmatian dressed as a clown and posing for pictures with tourists, and the many jugglers who toss swords and fire in front of a smattering of people. Then there's the view of Alcatraz and right below them on the pier- a loud, breathing, road of blubber. The seals. Piles of them on their own planks. They sleep and snore. Scratching themselves every so often and sometimes growling at another for a better position.
