damn them specials

Shay laughed at his remark and turned to look at him from behind a pillar with a snicker plastered on her face. “I should probably be offended by that, but I’m not really. When you’ve gone through some of the things that I have, you learn a few things.” She replied, now grinning deviously at him.

“Coulda just off’d ya while you weren’t payin’ me a lick’a attention,” Leroy reminded her. “Figured that be more rude.” It would be rude, efficient, and no fun. It’d been a while since he’d had a jolt like this, where there was actually the possibility of danger from one of the Evos.

After a few blocks, Shay had to stop and catch her breath. Yes, she’d been keeping up with her running routine while pregnant, but she was still carrying around an extra person and perhaps in a little distress with the situation. A moment later, she turned around and gave Leroy a smirk as he came into sight.

Leroy shook his head, and followed her to the warehouse. He’d seen this place now again when roaming the city, and he was excited that she had directed him to it. If nothing else, it was a new place for the Hunters to incorporate storage, but best case was that this was a Specials meeting place.

Roan licked his lips, suppressing the impulse to glare—or worse. He didn’t need trouble and he didn’t need enemies, but he could taste the bile in the back of his throat, bitter like a disease. There shouldn’t be any place in the world for men like this, men who killed for sport. Hunting wasn’t a hobby. It wasn’t a game. It was a necessity. You hunted to survive; you did not hunt for fun.

“Then we’re glad to have ya,” Leroy beamed, holding his hand out to the man, “if you ever want to try some of the more problematic types, just let me know- Charlie an’ I are real close, and I can put in a good word once you get all settled in.” He offered.

Shay snorted at him. “Well, that depends on what you have faith in, not necessarily who.” She grinned widely for a moment before closing her eyes to listen to where Leroy was. She could hear him loading a gun with bullets and the beat of his heart. It was pretty cool and Shay was still getting used to being able to do this.

“Shit,” Leroy yelped, dropping out of the way when he heard the gun go off. He could feel his heart speed, just for a moment with fear, and then with anger. She was entirely too close for comfort, and a better shot than he had given her credit for.

“Well, I definitely don’t plan on being good. Never really have been, so expect one hell of a fight because I refuse to go down easily, Leroy.” She shouted, focusing on and turning up the sound of Leroy’s movements so she could track him better. Those skills Katherine had taught her in their training seemed to be working out well for her, even if Shay wasn’t that good yet.

“That’s a damn shame.” Leroy called, pulling out a pistol to load it. Guns were savage and blunt, but they got the job done. As much as he would take pride in dragging this entire thing out, it would probably be better to just call it a day and end this.

Benny rubbed his chin, considering Leroy’s suggestion. If they were quick, it might just work, but there was no guarantee that they’d be able to get away unseen. Biting his lib in thought for a second, Benny shrugged. “Might work, nothing definite though. I don’t know… I think we gotta be stealthy about this - if we rush him he might be quicker, or we might be seen.”  Neither of these were things they wanted, so it probably wasn’t worth the risk. 

Leroy rubbed his chin, pondering the possibility of poisoning this guy. “Do y’all know if he’s sociable? Or sociable with er, those special types?” If he were sociable, then it’d kill a lot of birds with one stone.

“Suuure you weren’t.” Shay called, rolling her eyes at him. She stayed hidden behind the tree for a few minutes before deciding to make a run for the cover of a tree nearby. “I heard from a somewhat reliable source that you were looking for me. What, am I your next target?” She peeked out from around the tree to see if she could spot him.

“Possibly, depends on how good a girl you’re plannin’ on bein’.” He said, stepping further back into the brush. He’d gotten off of some pretty hard-to-beat murder charges, but he didn’t think he could manage a way around a murder charge in broad daylight in Central Park.

Robert didn’t approve, but Shay didn’t care much about his feelings right now. She needed to do what felt right for her and what was going to help everyone else. That just happened to be watching the Central Park portal this week, for both Rebel and Fortis. All-in-all, it had been pretty uneventful so far. Until an arrow landed at her feet, causing Shay to jump back and glance around.

Leroy grinned, glad to have caught her attention. This one would be a fighter, a marked, pleasant change from his last few hits. Maybe this one would be worth the time it would take to rile her up. Something interesting to help him coast until the next assignment.

Roan blinked at the stranger. He wasn’t sure what to make of the large man in the stetson or his deep southern drawl. Much as he’d preferred to have been left alone, he had set himself up in a public place, and offending a no-doubt heavily armed American wasn’t going to ingratiate him the with group, whether this man was a member or not—though Roan suspected he was.

“Nice to have ya,” Leroy said with a smile, relaxing into a lean against the edge of the booth on the other side of Roan. 

Jenny snorted dryly at his comment. “Oh, I doubt that very much.” She was confident in her skills to turn invisible and escape the situation mostly unharmed, though the gun in her back was a little disheartening. “Maybe we should test that theory.” Though she wanted to get out of the crowd less, Jenny also wanted to go find Meredith.

Leroy had expected her just to run, not to grab at his gun. The piece came out of his non-dominant grip quite easily. Did Leroy think she’d pull the trigger? Possibly, he knows he would were he trapped. He was rather banking on the fact that Jenny pieced together that Meredith was in peril, and would let him alone to terrorize another day, yet.

Arrows || Leroy and Roan || Thursday Evening || V8 W3

So far as Leroy was concerned, any kill or mission that didn’t end up with him getting arrested for the action was a good one. Of course, Jenny ended up breaking free, which was a let down he did get scolded for, but as far as they knew, that little illusionist died in the alley behind a diner. It’d be another day or so before they saw the obituary, though, neither he nor Charlie wanting to tempt the fates by crawling around to confirm something they already knew. Whatever way it was, he was in a good mood for the time being.

Leroy shrugged and settled into the chair. They’d probably be there for at least some time, but at least all the charges would be ready to go to court as soon as he was called. It’d been a long 15 years, and Mr. Grimes had yet to let him down even once. “Sounds like a good deal to me.”

After her mission with Claude, Jenny was running later than she’d wanted to meet Meredith for lunch. She was in such a hurry to not leave the other woman thinking that Jenny had bailed, that she hadn’t even noticed Leroy sitting just inside the diner.

Leroy held the gun to her still, and pushed the door open with his foot to let her out. Even though she could probably make a break for it, there was an equally good chance that he’d get a bullet in her before she got too far. Even if not, Charlie had probably already started doing his thing. Third time should be the charm with that one.