Prompt Post - Part Ten
I am REALLY, REALLY SORRY about taking so long, guys, and about not being around much recently. I've been busier than I have in a while, and it just kept slipping my mind between uni applications and volunteering and all sorts- for some reason I thought we were much further off a new post.
If there is anything I haven't responded to, as of now, I'm ( Read more... )
"Speedy."
Mia looked up from her crossbow, screwdriver in her off-hand. Castoff glow from the sodium-vapor street lights down below lent her sunken cheeks a jaundiced look. Her backup weapon had been twigging her for days and she wouldn't stop fiddling with it.
"You feeling okay?"
A nod. "Sure, bossman. Little rough around the edges, but I'm still game."
Roy took her word for it. Mia was always honest, and never anything but straightforward. Which was more than the other female archer he knew could claim.
Roy raised his binoculars. At a street-corner two blocks down, the same punks they'd been camping on for the last hour were still joking amongst themselves, huddling together against the stiff winter wind. The glow of their cigarettes, their fourth or fifth each so far, spoke to their culpability. Nobody would waste tobacco like that with rationing the way it was. Not unless they had a lot of disposable cash and good connections.
It wasn't much of a lead, but the slappers flooding Star City had to come from somewhere.
"Is it true pot used to be illegal when you were a kid?" Mia asked.
"You've asked that before."
"And it never stops being funny." She thought it made him sound old. "What did you people do for fun?"
"Listened to our Walkman while we took the horse and buggy out for a spin." He smirked.
Mia blinked. "What's a Walkman?"
"Like an iPod, but the songs were stored on magnetic tape."
"What's an iPod?"
Roy stared at her.
After a moment, he said, "You're making a joke."
"You should have seen the look on your face, bossman."
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MIA! AND BATWOMAN!
This continues to be brilliance incarnate.
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