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"I don't care who put it there!" snaps Alfredo Hall, jabbing an angry finger at the tall twisted sculpture near the Shaw Lowell Memorial Fountain. "It's all wrong. It's positively banal. It's ruining this show! I want it out of here!"

The construction worker is losing his patience. "Look, mac, I don't give a rat's naked tuchus what you want. I got a work order right here--" He waves the pink copy in Hall's face. "--telling me an' my boys to put that thing up, and nobody's gonna take it down without another work order!"

"Fine! I'll do it myself!"

"You try that and I'll have the union on your--" He catches sight of the zombies moving in. "Hooooly shit. What kinda crazy show you putting on here? Didn't you know Halloween was last week?"

Alfredo Hall turns and looks. "No! Oh, god, what else could go wrong today? I swear this show is cursed!"

Date: 2007-11-07 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sexy-huntress.livejournal.com
It's difficult to pinpoint people. The chopper has to be mindful of distance from buildings and backwash from its blades. Huntress squints out ahead, then looks down, adjusting the zoom on the helicopter's camera and points him out to the Blackhawk on the surveillance screen. "Hm. Who the hell carries binocs on a casual basis?"

Date: 2007-11-07 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oracle-watching.livejournal.com
"Reading their lips," Oracle says, studying the camera feed, "I'd say they're birdwatchers. But that gives me an idea...." She gestures and begins making adjustments. "Lady Blackhawk, please continue to sweep the area. Huntress, keep that camera aimed on the crowds. I'm going to do some face-matching based on the current suspect list."

Date: 2007-11-07 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com
"Roger that." The chopper swings away. Then another bout of cursing. "Would it come outta my stipend if I nailed a couple idiot pilots who can't follow a flight path with a map and GPS into the bargain?"

Date: 2007-11-07 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oracle-watching.livejournal.com
"Yes."

The computer begins to run its comparisons.

Date: 2007-11-07 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com
"Party pooper," she grumbles, then leans forward once more. The black helicopter twitches as if in irritation. "HEY! Do I gotta come over there and demonstrate my version of airspace on your three-week school licensed ass?"

Date: 2007-11-07 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sexy-huntress.livejournal.com
Huntress sighs. "Someone didn't waste any time getting payback."

Date: 2007-11-07 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com
The chopper swings around. "Hold onto your underwear, sug. We're goin' in for a drop."

Date: 2007-11-08 01:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sexy-huntress.livejournal.com
"Keep an eye on him for me, Zinda," she says into her comms, before releasing the rope ladder and heading for the office block's stairs. She might run into an employee sneaking a smoke as she does so, but that's not at the top of her list of concerns right now. She might get an odd look as she passes through the foyer, though.

Date: 2007-11-08 02:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sexy-huntress.livejournal.com
"Just passing through," she assures her, not stopping as she strides past. Once out on the street, she takes a sharp left, aiming to get through the crowd of morbidly interested tourists and officeworkers gawking on their lunch break.

Date: 2007-11-08 03:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sexy-huntress.livejournal.com
Huntress rolls her eyes as she cuts between them - deliberately. "He's not the only padded ass around here," she mutters. If that bra's not stuffed, she'll be surprised.

Date: 2007-11-08 03:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sexy-huntress.livejournal.com
She doesn't let him out of her sight -- and that's no small feat considering the mass of people out here. Her expression is usually enough to force people to move. "In visual range," she says into her comms. "He's on the move."

Date: 2007-11-08 03:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sexy-huntress.livejournal.com
She needs a clear shot for this to work. Last thing she needs is some pansy getting their panties in a wad because she tripped them up. She growls at a another stubborn tourist to move, then reaches for her grapple line. Pushing free of the crowd, she fires it, aiming to wrap the line around his knees and bring him down quickly.

Date: 2007-11-08 03:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sexy-huntress.livejournal.com
She yanks him backwards sharply as she steps forward, intending to keep him off-balance and thwart any attempt to reach for a weapon. "Going somewhere?"

Date: 2007-11-08 11:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sexy-huntress.livejournal.com
Another yank on the line will stop him from getting anywhere. She steps closer, looking down at him with undisguised irritation. "Yes. Actually, I do. Tell me, how many chickens did you have to sacrifice to bring this latest waste of my time to life?"

Date: 2007-11-09 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sexy-huntress.livejournal.com
"Please. I know people who think venturing into Hell is a semi-regular hobby." She stands over him, placing a stilling boot on his chest. "Now you either tell me where your setup for this little mess is, or I spend another twenty minutes finding new and unpleasant ways to make your life very, very difficult."

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