Hotspots (Prent)
Apr 11, 2010 18:30:54 GMT -5
Post by Gorim on Apr 11, 2010 18:30:54 GMT -5
"The job I've got for you all is simple," Ruby said coolly, placing a map of District Five in front of the militant siblings. "Vincent is going to be assassinating a gang leader. I need you two to help him get there, and help him get out afterwards. I've got the block and the building." She pointed to a building circled neatly in red.
Misha, unshaken and slightly tipsy, glanced at it as he took a swing of beer. "Lovely," he said drily. "Right in the middle of a gang hot zone." His sister, Jo, stood back behind him, leaning against the wall. Both were dressed in jeans and running shoes, Jo in a tank top and Misha in a t-shirt with a rough jacket over it. Ruby, by contrast, was impecably dressed, and not at all pleased as she glanced up at Misha with ice in her eyes.
"Are you saying this plan is reckless?" She asked shortly. Misha leaned forward, so that their faces were fairly close.
"Are you saying that we walk up the driveway, past the gang fights and the guards and head up the elevator with no current plan beyond having our guns a-blazing?"
"Yes." Ruby said promptly.
"Okay," Misha said without skipping a beat. "If you don't like 'reckless' I could use 'insouciant', maybe." Jo's mouth quirked in a smile as Ruby raised an eyebrow.
"Are you going?" She asked coolly. Misha glanced back at Jo, who raised her eyebrow questioningly. Misha sighed and took another generous chug of alcohol.
"Of course," he said resignedly. "But this doesn't sound like a job for a guy like Vincent. Maybe he shouldn't go...?"
"He's going." Ruby said sharply. Misha sighed irritably and stood.
"Okay." He breathed. "We'll go get him then." He turned as Jo opened the door.
"You left by midnight!" Ruby called. Misha waved a hand negligently.
"Alrighty!"
Misha, unshaken and slightly tipsy, glanced at it as he took a swing of beer. "Lovely," he said drily. "Right in the middle of a gang hot zone." His sister, Jo, stood back behind him, leaning against the wall. Both were dressed in jeans and running shoes, Jo in a tank top and Misha in a t-shirt with a rough jacket over it. Ruby, by contrast, was impecably dressed, and not at all pleased as she glanced up at Misha with ice in her eyes.
"Are you saying this plan is reckless?" She asked shortly. Misha leaned forward, so that their faces were fairly close.
"Are you saying that we walk up the driveway, past the gang fights and the guards and head up the elevator with no current plan beyond having our guns a-blazing?"
"Yes." Ruby said promptly.
"Okay," Misha said without skipping a beat. "If you don't like 'reckless' I could use 'insouciant', maybe." Jo's mouth quirked in a smile as Ruby raised an eyebrow.
"Are you going?" She asked coolly. Misha glanced back at Jo, who raised her eyebrow questioningly. Misha sighed and took another generous chug of alcohol.
"Of course," he said resignedly. "But this doesn't sound like a job for a guy like Vincent. Maybe he shouldn't go...?"
"He's going." Ruby said sharply. Misha sighed irritably and stood.
"Okay." He breathed. "We'll go get him then." He turned as Jo opened the door.
"You left by midnight!" Ruby called. Misha waved a hand negligently.
"Alrighty!"
