fandomtownies | Along the Rooftops of the Abandoned Warehouse District, Friday Evening

Entry tags:

Along the Rooftops of the Abandoned Warehouse District, Friday Evening

You ever have one of those days that feels like it just goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on? 'Cause damn, Colt was having one of those days. And he was having one of those days for a long time.

"So, uh... this is new."

Julianna's voice crackled in over the walkie-talkie. "And here I thought cat had gotten your tongue," Colt said. "But uh, can't talk. Kinda busy. Byee!"

You ever have one of those evenings where you were hangin' off a radiator on a warehouse building that hadn't been there the previous god-knows-how-many-times-you-lived-this-day? And you had to yank yourself up onto the roof, and squint around, and try to figure out where the hell you were?

"Coooooolt?"

The sniper shot flew right past his cheek. "What the f--!"

And there she was, standing on top of another warehouse, grinning like the Cheshire cat with that sniper rifle in her hands. Colt groaned and reached for his guns. "Fine. Just another fulfilling day!"

Hello, Fandom. Please don't mind the two assassins bouncing around the rooftops tonight, shooting bullets at each other.

[ and open. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Do you know what strikes fear in the hearts of island interlopers?

Well, it's probably not two cops in a rickshaw with a siren on it, but that's what you got.

"Up on the roof," Steve said, pointing while driving the rickshaw as fast as it would go.

So...like 15 miles an hour.

"I see them, I see them," Danny grumbled, clutching the side of the rickshaw for his own safety. Because cobblestones did not like anything with wheels. "Could you just park this thing?"

"This is the part of the island with the most flat space to drive!" Steve protested. "We can chase people if they get off the roofs."

"We're not chasing people, we're investigating!" There was no difference with Steve and he knew it.

"Investigating always leads to chasing people," Steve said, pulling the rickshaw over. "You'll be glad it's here in fifteen minutes."

He craned his neck to look up at the top of the buildings. "Where'd they go?"

It did seem quiet all of a sudden, didn't it?

Well. Until that grenade went off on top of a building some two warehouses away.

Colt spat a curse, running across the rooftop as he drew... an SMG? Something that fired very rapidly at yet another figure running away on the other side of that rooftop.

"Jesus, really?" Danny grumbled, pulling his service weapon the moment the grenade went off and chasing after Steve who was already rushing toward the dangerous situation. Because it was Steve.

"It wasn't my grenade this time," Steve said.

That wasn't a reason to be running towards this, Steve.

Julianna and Colt weren't paying them any attention.

"I ALMOST GOT YOU THAT TIME! LOSER!" Another sniper bullet zinged past Colt's head.

"I thought we were having a nice chat this time!" he yelled into his walkie, and kept shooting.

"I know it wasn't yours," Danny snapped, mostly keeping up with Steve, but keeping an eye out for how he could take another route to catch their new shooty shooty friends.

This place needed more shipping containers to feel more like Honolulu.

"I'm just saying that other people also find them handy."

People who were shooting at each other on roofs. This wasn't your best argument, Steve.

"Ooh, look, fire escape," he said, pointing at one that was, of course, extremely dubious looking. "Up we go."

"I hate you," Danny called up at him as he cursed under his breath and holstered his gun to climb up after Steve.

"Less bitching, more climbing, Danno," Steve said, already halfway up.

"I'm climbing! I'm climbing!" Unwillingly. In protest.

Steve reached the top of the stairs and cautiously raised his head over the side.

Getting shot by popping up too fast would be a stupid way to die.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah! Where the fuck did you come from?!"

And here Colt had been running towards that fire escape to get the fuck away from Julianna. He hit the brakes hard, so to speak, nearly tripping over his own feet on the way to the stairs.

"Fi--Fandom PD--" Steve recovered, "And we live here. What are you doing shooting weapons everywhere? There's a school nearby, brah."

Colt Vahn was a grown man, who'd been alive-- some impossible amount of days, at this point. A grown. Mature. Man.

"She started it," he said, pointing behind him.

Standing on top of the next building over, her sniper rifle lifted high, Julianna waved.

"We don't care who started it," Danny snapped, looking from Colt to Julianna. "What the hell do you two think you're doing?"

And stop it," Steve added for good measure.

A sniper bullet hit the rooftop right in front of them.

"You tell her to stop," Colt snapped, and twisted around, guns back in his hand. "HEY! CAN YOU LET US TALK FOR A SECOND?"

... and started shooting again.

Danny shot a look over at Steve for a silent agreement to split up and hit them both before someone got shot here. Because, weirdly, this was the most Hawaii thing that had happened here.

Steve, in the creepy mindmeld they had, was already moving, heading for the sniper the guy had been yelling at.

You know, they'd been an interesting snarl for like five seconds, but Julianna was bored. Colt wasn't even trying right now!

Maybe if she got rid of the distraction?

She lifted her rifle and aimed carefully. The short one first? She could handle the other one with the shotgun once he got here.

She pulled the trigger.

"Danny, down!" Steve yelled, leaping to block the shot.

Don't you Mr. President him, you little shit. Not without a vest on!

"Steve!"

Steve grunted as the bullets hit him across the stomach, but better him than Danny.

As for the way his momentum was taking him clear over the side of the building, well.

Also better him than Danny.

He closed his eyes and barely felt the fall as everything went black.

Danny immediately turned his fire on Julianna as he rushed over to go check on his partner. He better be okay, He better be okay.

That was all he was able to think.

Well, there wasn't a body. Was that better or worse?

When the gunshot noises started echoing, Miguel had to come in uniform and check it out. And rooftops were easier anyway, so here he was.

"Whoa!" He yelled at the shooty people. "What the shock are you doing? There's people here!"

"It's fine," Julianna hollered. "You'll all be fine tomorrow!"

And that was all the intention Miguel was getting for now. She was busy shooting multiple bullet rounds at Colt's head!

"Not if you shoot us!" Miguel yelled back. He shot out web to try and stop her gun. "Who are you and what are you shooting for?!"

"Oh, you'll be fine if I shoot you t-- HEY!"

The gun just shot right out of her hands, what the hell?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Along the Rooftops of the Abandoned Warehouse District, Friday Evening

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject