#vigilantcs

Brows raised above the glowing visor, he peered down at the blaster trained on his heart, offering only a light snort for his initial response.

      “Funny? I’m always dressed like this, in case you haven’t noticed.” he eventually said, gesturing to himself. He honestly rarely ever ditched his vigilante garb, choosing instead to retain the protection it offered. The entire reason he had even obtained it all as his outfit and equipment.        “Besides, since when was I prisoner? I can’t wander the hall and come or go as I wish?” Jack began to reach for her weapon, hand outstretched to gently divert her aim aside. It would be unfortunate for him to die today, his work unfinished.

Angela quirked a brow. “You’re not a prisoner. But I do not trust an individual who stomps around the halls at night like a man hellbent on a mission.” Okay, stomps was a bit harsh whenever she could hardly hear his footsteps, even in the echoing corridors, but she wasn’t going to give him any accolades over it. 

“Don’t.” The doctor warned when he reached for her weapon. “Believe it or not I’m not usually one for violence, but I’m not going to be merciful when strangers try to brush aside my weapon and my concerns.” 

“ i have hurt the people who care about me most by trying to protect them...”

"Thank you." She murmured, adjusting in response to him wrapping his arms around her in turn, to a more comfortable position. "You're warm. Do you really need to wear your jacket? Are you that cold blooded?" She teased, resting her head on his shoulder.

Angela didn’t lower the Caduceus blaster she had trained at the masked vigilante. She didn’t trust him--how could she? She’d never seen the man doff his mask. At her strong request to get a physical for her records he’d declined her. Every step of the way he’d made her job harder turned her down when it came to anything that had them together for periods of time longer than fifteen minutes. 

There was something he was hiding, and Angela wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but she was going to find out. 

“Funny, I was going to say the same to you. Why are you prowling the halls at night like this? There is no mission, so don’t try to lie to me. I don’t know why you are dressed like this, unless you are hoping to hurt an agent and bail.” 

She readjusted her aim, from his left leg as if she’d originally wanted to merely slow him down, to his chest. At this distance, it would be nigh impossible for her to miss. 

“You better explain what you’re playing at, Seventy-Six, and you better explain fast.”