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As your wings discard their feathers on the ground

Aug 19, 2009 01:50

Fritz has finally been cornered in the lobby of the Conrad. Gail is frowning at her. Fritz is scowling back. This is not a conversation the younger angel wants to have, but Gail isn't letting her get away from it again.

The red-haired woman reaches out to touch Fritz's arm and Fritz yanks back.

"Maria," Gail says. "Can't we just talk?"

"Why the ( Read more... )

gail chandler, fritz antonius, mike mcgill, csp-04, aniki forfrysning

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justashitmagnet August 19 2009, 10:59:38 UTC

Mike is normally pretty good at reading situations. He has to be--one can't be working an adultery case and misinterpret signals, body language, any of that. He's seen the touch and Fritz's pull away, and he knows what that means back home. There's something going on here. And he just can't let it devolve into something worse.

So ba-ba-BA-ba-baba-ba, Mike McGill to the rescue. "Is there a problem here?" he asks, trying to sound as neutral as possible while he approaches the two women.

mustardwithat August 23 2009, 02:55:09 UTC

"Yes there fucking is," Fritz rumbles, just as Gail regards Mike with distant annoyance and says, "No, there isn't."

The situation certainly seems like a classic, reasonable 'DO NOT WANT' scenario. Gail sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. "I promise you, sir, I am not nor do I plan to do anything untoward."

justashitmagnet August 24 2009, 01:23:58 UTC

Mike looks nervously from woman to woman. "Um. I'm not sure that this young lady would agree with you, ma'am," he says politely. "No offense. I'm just not sure this will... end.. well..."

He feels like this was a very very bad thing to get involved with, but he realizes it's kind of too late now.

neverknewhatred September 7 2009, 07:37:16 UTC

"Possibly it will also begin and middle badly," Gail says, and sighs. "Maria--"

"Fritz. Fucking Fritz. How fucking hard is that to fucking say for fuck's sake?" Fritz drops onto the nearest chair, looking like a teenager whose parent has caught her with a tattooed boy and a phial full of something illegal. Gail resists the urge to take the opposite chair from sheer exhaustion.

"We were discussing personal matters," she says, to Mike again. "Matters of personal history, in fact. That's all."

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designed2kill August 20 2009, 11:04:43 UTC

As it would happen, Luka is also in the alleys. She's not looking for money today, she's looking for a fight. There's not very many people who want to spar with her at the Estates, and she's got to stay in practice somehow. What better way than to get in fights in random alleyways ( ... )

anjelsword August 22 2009, 10:01:07 UTC

As soon as the ropes and weapon disappear, she slams backward, cracking her head against her captor's nose. He staggers, and Aniki knocks him down with an elbow to his windpipe.

It's a favored move of hers.

She turns on the two still standing. The leader is still clinging to his hostage, even though he doesn't have a knife any longer. "Now. Let her go, while you've still the chance."

Feel free to attack, Luka. Aniki would welcome a diversion.

designed2kill August 22 2009, 11:27:23 UTC

The second Aniki starts moving, Luka springs into action. She's not really trained to fight hand to hand against someone who has a hostage, so she opts to start with the other guy first. Five quick steps, then lead off with an explosive punch to the jaw with her left hand, immediately follow up by swinging her right leg up and around for a kick to the liver. The man stumbles backwards. Luka closes the distance again, grabbing the man's wrist with one hand and the waistband of his pants with the other, and executes a hip throw. With her opponent on the ground, she swiftly knocks him out with a blow to the head.

She may not have given the guy much of a chance to fight back. Oh well.

anjelsword September 6 2009, 16:26:47 UTC

Aniki doesn't waste time when Mr. Hostage-Taker looks away--she's on him, crushing his nose up and back and ripping the woman rather savagely from his grip. Aniki'll apologize for bruises later, if she sticks around. The man shrieks and puts his hands to his face, coughing red spittle as blood surges down his throat. Twist-kick to the stomach, a trick Aniki learned from a Shang warrior, and she glances back long enough to confirm that her new friend is going after the CLF, not helping them.

She crouches next to the downed leader, winding one hand roughly into his hair. "Now," she whispers. "What do you say to that nice lady and to me?"

It's soft, almost gentle, and he gurgles in response, struggling and gripping her wrist with bloodied fingers. She slams the back of his head against the brick wall of the apartments flanking the alley and leans in closer. "What?"

"Please--"

"Wrong." Crack. Aniki gives him a little shake to wake him up again, aware of the hostage's steady retreat down the alley. "Be a good lad and say you're sorry ( ... )

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