#huntercalligan

Thanks to his position with C.A.R.M.A. David had ways of hearing about some of the goings on in the local police force which what ultimately drew his attention to Hunter Calligan. Usually when a cop ended up looking into something H.A.M.E.R. personnel did David could pull some strings or they’d eventually get bored and let it go. Hunter however seemed encouraged by the leader’s attempts however subtle to dissuade him and like a dog only held on tighter. Which led them both here. One of the most sketchy alleys in the most sketchy part of town. 

David wore loose, dark clothing that lacked any identifying marks. It was something he insisted other do when they were out in risky missions. On his face he had a simply monochrome mask, which not only hid his identity and modified his voice, but helped block any psionic attacks a meta might throw at him. He watched closely from his shadowy hiding spot until the other man had let his guard down.

With purpose David closed the distance between them before speaking in his altered voice, “Hello Mr. Calligan.” He pressed the business end of his stun baton against Hunter’s torso before flipping the switch and letting loose 50,000 volts into his target. “You know what they say about curiosity right?”

After the breakout had been successful thanks to all the Nephilim, Jaden went straight for Hunter’s place. She’d been behind bars for three years; all she wanted was a proper shower, some good wine and food, and lot of sex. She’d missed her favorite fuck buddy quite a bit, often thinking about him in her hours of downtime. Now here they were, finally together. 

There was just one problem with that pesky C.A.R.M.A chip still in her neck. 

She sat on his couch with her second beer in her hand. “All right, let’s get this stupid thing out,” she said, pulling away her hair to expose the nape of her neck. Sure, she could have gone to a hospital or something, but she wasn’t about to trust outsiders not turning her back in as a Nephilim. Besides, she trusted Hunter and whatever medical skills he might have in removing this. What could go wrong? “And then I’ll reward you handsomely.” 

Jaden should have seen this coming, honestly. It was a pattern with the two of them that had started up in the last few months. Whenever Metahuman trouble arose, “Enchantress” and Agent Hunter Calligan always ran into each other, and they did not exactly get along well. Of course, it made sense. He was an officer of the law in terms of Metahuman affairs, and she was a vigilante. They had this game of cat and mouse going, a tango of sorts. 

She was already chasing down one of those known Nephilim criminals through Lompico, and after quite a bit of chasing and punches thrown, she managed to knock him out by throwing him into the wall. As she was pulling out a pair of cuffs that Ruby had created that negated Meta powers as well, she heard the familiar sirens followed by that oh so familiar voice coming into the alley. “Agent Calligan,” she greeted, standing up and turning to face him with a smirk as she held the cuffed and disgruntled Meta. “We really need to stop meeting like this. No need to thank me for the help, I’m just doing my job.” 

Jaden had waited three years for this. 

She’d been sitting in her cell, “meditating,” as she called it when the lights in the base flickered. She cracked an eye open and stared up at the ceiling; that was unusual. Seconds later she heard a commotion of chattering and dozens of running footsteps on the floor above. The prison was located on the basement level so she often heard one or two of the agents prepping and leaving for missions every hour or so. This time felt different. It was a much bigger emergency requiring the majority of C.A.R.M.A’s agents, which meant only one thing right now. She was getting out. 

The energy field on her cell faded away, but she stayed right where she was, deciding to wait. The last thing she needed was to get tazed or beaten back in the cell by the remaining agents in the base on her own. It’d also be harder to find her in this large building if she started wandering. It was maybe three or four minutes later when she heard approaching foosteps of two – no, three – people. Jaden smiled, the sight of Avalon filling her view for the first time in three years. 

“You’re a little late, sis,” she greeted her, pushing herself off the bed and stepping out of her cell. She nodded in greeting as she saw Mari and, somewhat surprisingly, Hunter too. “Did you guys miss me that much you all wanted to come rescue me? I’m touched.” The magician glanced around, noting the lack of security in here. “I’m hoping we have a good plan to get out of here alive?” 

"Hey, let me in!” she ordered, just in case the knocking didn’t get his attention. 

Send me a ‘🎨’ for an aesthetic or mood collage for our muses.

Jaden’s heels clicked along the floor as she strode through the hallway towards Hunter’s apartment. She wore nothing but a black trench coat tied over some lacy and hot lingerie. It’d been a while since she and the cop had some of their fun, and she’d been craving it lately. She had texted him earlier asking if he was free tonight, and after finding out when he’d be available, they made plans to meet at his apartment. She knocked on his door and once he answered, she opened up her trench coat to give him a sneak peak, a small smirk pulling at her lips. 

“Arrest me, officer. I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”