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Jan. 13th, 2016 03:05 pm
offthebeatenpath: (spent tears)
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Victoria's seat by the café's window gave her a good view not only of the café and its various exits, but also the pavement outside. Later, in reviewing what had happened - some habits never died, whether there was a debrief required or not - she would decide the combination of the weighty bag worn across the man's body and the way he held his head under a brimmed cap to minimize exposure to the cameras dotting much of London that first caught her attention. Victoria raised the mug to her lips as she gazed out the window, taking in the man in an instant as her eyes moved on to the traffic beyond him. The face she remembered. He'd been barely more than a boy then, working for some... Italians, secondary players with a connection to last official target for Six. She'd only seen him once, through a scope during some early recon, and their paths hadn't crossed beyond that. She didn't even know his name, but she knew his type, and Victoria had little enough going on after the holidays it was worth looking into herself.

~*~*~


The contract specified the kill be public and from a distance, but the file from Il Bisturi had implied the target was cagey. She spent most of her days in public spaces, but with no rhyme or reason to where she would be when. Even her more regular haunts were hard to predict accurately. And the file said nothing about where she lived, so Vargas wasn't able to trail her from there. There was a square popular with buskers not far from where the mercs sent earlier had found her - the file was light on details of that encounter, and when Vargas had asked, he was ordered again to keep his distance - and lacking better ideas, he'd kept the area under video surveillance for the past week and a half waiting for the girl to show up, and she finally had. He'd had plenty of time to work out the best rooftops and upper floor empty office spaces overlooking the square, so once the target had set up her tiny folding table and put up her sign, it was a simple matter of letting himself into the corresponding building and into position.

~*~*~


The tarot had shown Em in spots all over the city so far this year, often in places she'd never been before, and it was unusual enough she'd done multiple readings trying to find out why. The images the cards showed her hadn't been very forthcoming though, and it had left her unsettled, but not knowing what else to do to prepare for whatever was coming. Without any real information, she hadn't shared her concerns with anyone, because what would she tell? I've got a bad feeling about this wasn't helpful, even from a precog.

Two women from Florence stopped for a reading, and were so thrilled to discover Em spoke Italian they hung around chatting about places they'd visited for awhile after she was finished with the cards. When they were ready to leave, she recommended a nearby coffee shop with excellent espresso, and stood watching until they were out of sight to make sure they didn't miss the first turn. She was about to sit again, when there was a loud crack and a sudden searing pain in her hip that made her crumple to the pavement.

~*~*~


Victoria headed toward the back of the café as though going to the ladies', but instead slipped out the backdoor and down the block so she could catch sight of the younger assassin before he was too far to follow. The office building he entered was, unlike many in the area, fully occupied, leaving the roof most likely, and by the time she got to the top, he had his Nemesis unpacked, assembled, and aimed down at the street below. She quickly crossed the space between the roof access door and his position, swinging her weighted handbag, which was as much a weapon as the knife in it or the guns tucked into her coat, into his head, "None of that then," just as he exhaled before taking the shot. He managed to pull the trigger, but neither had time to see if the shot hit true, as they scrambled for control.


[[Joint EP. Help Victoria deal with the assassin, or come to Em's rescue down on the street. ST/LT are always welcome.]]

For Victoria

Date: 2016-01-13 09:43 pm (UTC)
codenameathos: (Default)
From: [personal profile] codenameathos
It was too early in the day Oliver to already be drunk, which was probably for the better. Which also meant that it was too early in the day for his hangover to have quite passed, and his head still felt as if it were in a vice, when he caught sight of Victoria crossing the street. Tailing someone, into the next building over, it turned out. He tried to make it to the lift before the doors closed on her, but he was only just too late, and he inwardly cursed as he rushed into the staircase. A deep breath, and he started climbing the stairs, four at a time.

When he got to the rooftop (the lower floors were all occupied), he paused and took a second to catch his breath, one of his throwing blades in hand. Then he slowly, quietly opened the door and sneaked onto the roof, unsure what he would find.

Re: For Victoria

Date: 2016-01-13 10:24 pm (UTC)
show_me_something: (artist with an rpn)
From: [personal profile] show_me_something
Vargas had no idea what had gone wrong, only that suddenly there was a woman there and his head was throbbing. He swore, managing to keep hold of his gun as he rolled to the side.

Victoria hadn't waited to see what he would do. She pulled her PT92 from her coat with the hand not holding her bag, and pointed it at the young man's head before he could start to maneuver his rifle into position. "I wouldn't. I think you've started enough trouble today, don't you?"

Date: 2016-01-13 11:12 pm (UTC)
codenameathos: (i'm better than you)
From: [personal profile] codenameathos
Well, it looked as if Victoria had everything under control, which was hardly a surprise. Oliver put the knife away as he moved into her peripheral vision, smoothly enough and far enough away that he would hopefully not trigger an unfortunate reflex. "I'd listen to her, if I were you," he told the man on his usual listless tone. "Crossing her rarely ends well."

Date: 2016-01-13 11:45 pm (UTC)
show_me_something: (not so much with the old)
From: [personal profile] show_me_something
Recognising the person joining them on the roof as not a threat to her, Victoria smiled, although her gaze remained steady and on the assassin, not Oliver. "Hello, dear," she said as easily as if they'd met in a pub. "Would you mind terribly, seeing what trouble our friend here has caused?"

Vargas swore in Portuguese, scowling at one then the other, gripping his weapon like he wanted to turn it on one of them and was simply waiting for his moment.

Ignoring the outburst, Victoria's tone went flat. "Gun on the ground, thank you," and there was no missing she expected him to obey.

Date: 2016-01-14 12:12 am (UTC)
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Oliver trusted her to keep the sniper under control as he turned to look over the ledge, but he still did so a fair distance from them, in order to keep as wide a peripheral as possible. A quick look, and he turned back to them. "It looks as if a girl's been shot," he answered, and looked at Victoria. "Any idea why?"

He assumed that this was all part of one of her extracurricular activities, and that she would know a lot more than him.

Date: 2016-01-14 01:17 am (UTC)
show_me_something: (artist with an rpn)
From: [personal profile] show_me_something
"Alive?" Victoria asked first. Retired or not, she was a professional, and didn't approve of unnecessary killing. "And haven't a clue. Perhaps our friend would care to enlighten us."

Vargas had let go of his weapon at Victoria's demand, but hadn't pulled away, and he took this moment to reach for it. He had to be faster than some old woman, no matter what the two of them were playing at. At least that's what he thought until one sensible boot came down on his hand and ground the bones under Victoria's heel. "Please understand. I will shoot you if you continue to give me reason."

Date: 2016-01-14 01:29 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] codenameathos
"What did I say," Oliver remarked neutrally, eyeing the hand crushed under her boot. He looked over at the man's face as he added, "Alive. A redhead?"

Date: 2016-01-19 12:33 am (UTC)
show_me_something: (artist with an rpn)
From: [personal profile] show_me_something
Her head tilting to better catch the sound of sirens in the distance, Victoria's eyes never wavered from the man at her feet. "I'm sure the authorities will have all sorts of questions for you soon enough," she told him. "And let's see... failing to kill your target, getting arrested, and having been caught by, well, someone like me. I do hate to think what your employer will do when they find out. Or your competition. Weigh your options carefully."

Date: 2016-01-19 12:40 am (UTC)
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Oliver stepped away from the ledge now, so anyone looking from below wouldn't risk spotting him on the rooftop. He ended up crouching a couple of metres away from the man, meeting his gaze. "This is her not even trying to really frighten you. I think she's hoping you'll turn her down."

Date: 2016-01-20 10:12 pm (UTC)
show_me_something: (artist with an rpn)
From: [personal profile] show_me_something
Vargas scoffed. "If this is your version of good cop, bad cop, think again. I'm a professional. I'm not scared of some stuck up, old," he paused barely a second, weighing words before going back to his native language, "dondoc-"

Not that he got to finish the word, the pause more than long enough for Victoria to shift her grip on the gun and swing it so the butt made contact just so with his temple, and he slumped to the ground unconscious.

"Some people don't know when to listen," she said, rolling him away from his rifle with the toe of her shoe. Her eyes were bright when she turned to smile at Oliver, whom she still wouldn't call by name, even though their quarry was senseless. "It's good to see you again, dear. What do you think? Leave him for the Met to find? Or shall we take him somewhere for a little chat first?" He was still working for Five, after all, so she'd give him the option.

Date: 2016-01-21 09:12 am (UTC)
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"Let me check in," Oliver answered, stepping away as he pulled out his phone. It was a quick conversation with Treville, which he left Victoria out of. Halfway through, he nodded towards the way back into the building, and pocketed his phone by the time they'd reached it. "Simple hitman. The Met are welcome to him," he stated, and held the door open for her.

Date: 2016-01-21 09:02 pm (UTC)
show_me_something: (simple)
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Part of Victoria inwardly cringed at the idea of leaving even an unconscious assassin (albeit one who'd failed today) with a weapon in reach, but it would be easier for a case to be brought against him with the weapon in place, and she judged the police would find him before he woke up.

"So we leave him for the Met." That part didn't bother Victoria at all. She let him handle the door, and once inside, crossed to wait for the lift. "Are you working, or did I interfere with your down time?"

Date: 2016-01-21 09:27 pm (UTC)
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"I'm not due for a couple of hours," Oliver replied offhandedly, hands in the pockets of his coat. Even now, police officers would be directed to the rooftop of this very building.

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Date: 2016-01-13 09:53 pm (UTC)
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More often than not, Em and Jag kept in touch over where they were busking, these days. He'd just had shit luck all morning where he'd set up, so he thought he'd come check in and see whether the tarot had any suggestion for him. He was just walking up to her table, smiling instinctively at the sight of her, when there was a loud bang, like fireworks, and Em crumpled to the ground.

Jag stayed in place for a second, staring at her body on the ground, then rushed forward, and over to her. "Em? Em!" he called her name, taking off his leather jacket to bundle it over the wound on her waist. "Someone call 999!" He looked around frantically, as if to spot where the arsehole was who'd just shot her.

Date: 2016-01-13 11:15 pm (UTC)
jageskro: (all the feels)
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"Don't move," Jag told her when she shifted, using one hand to keep pressure on the wound, and the other to push her hair back from her face. "I'm fine, and you're going to be just fine, yeah?" Never mind that he couldn't keep his fear from his voice. And just below that nearly overwhelming fear, the fear of losing her, anger waited for its turn to shine. "Just - don't move. Help's on the way."

Date: 2016-01-14 12:16 am (UTC)
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"Got it," Jag told her with a smile, trying to put on a brave face for her. He glanced around to spot her purse just a couple of feet away, and made a mental note to grab it before they went. "And I'm Tom, yeah?" It didn't matter if she didn't remember; Jag could be a nickname, and Tom his real name. In fact it was the truth, in the simplest way possible. "Just hold on, bab."

Date: 2016-01-19 12:20 am (UTC)
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"Of course you will be," Jag agreed immediately, for his sake as much as hers. "This is nothing." His hand held hers a little tighter, instinctively trying to stop it from shaking. "Help's almost here, Em. Emily. You'll be just fine." He could probably have sold it better if there hadn't been tears in his eyes, but there he went.

Date: 2016-01-19 12:45 pm (UTC)
jageskro: (all the feels)
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"Nothing about this is okay," Jag answered, and wiped his cheek on his shoulder when a couple of tears escaped. The ambulance had stopped a few metres from them, and the EMTs were getting out. "But you will be." He had to believe that.

Date: 2016-01-20 01:48 pm (UTC)
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The hours had gone by slowly, ticking away second after second, while Jag anxiously waited. First, while she was in the emergency ward, and then when they took her up to surgery. He'd rung Jake and Ollie. Ollie hadn't picked up and Jake was out of town for a couple of days, and his words of support and concern, while genuine, hadn't seemed to really reach Jag.

He paced the waiting room, his nervousness hardly helped by the terrible coffee he'd been having, until he was finally told that Ms. Fournier was out of surgery, and safe, now sleeping in her room. Just enough pleading had them agree to let him wait for her to wake up in there with her, and that was how Jag found himself in a chair by her bed, hand holding hers, watching the rise and fall of her chest.

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