21st Inning (Monday morning)

[freakinblur]

[Sometime in the morning, Scout's drone wife will call to him, letting him know a box has arrived in the mail.

Considering the last time he got something in the mail, it went pretty poorly, so he was a bit suspicious. He got his usual speed and agility back, but not without a LOT of grief.

Sitting on the kitchen table is a crate with his name on it. There's some familiar labels adorning it. He blinks at it, and laughs. Is this for real?

He gets a hammer, pulls out the nails and cracks the crate open. Inside, complete with a box of shells, is a bright shiny new sawed-off shotgun. He holds it up, grins, and laughs even more.

Shortly afterwards, Scout can be found zipping down Mitchell Road, jumping as high as he can and then firing at the ground with the gun. It makes him fly even higher into the air, and he lands gracefully on to someone's roof nearby, laughing and cheering as he does. As much as he wants to keep going, he doesn't want to risk it getting taken away, so soon he'll be taking it back inside. But it seemed to work perfectly, and the Force-A-Nature's going in his backpack now, and will be going with him everywhere.]

Comments

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Hm... not bad at all.

You should be careful with your ankle now, though. *yes, she noticed how your almost perfect landing wasn't quite perfect*

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He shakes a little, still grinning.] 'S nothin'! All part 'a tha job.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Oh? Are you some sort of unorthodox acrobat?

*tea sip*

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.] Nope, but I feel like one sometimes. I'm a mercenary.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

I imagine the demand for mercenaries isn't terribly high in Mayfield.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Sadly, yeah. But that don't mean I ain't been kickin' some ass anyway. Plus our boss is here now too, so technically I'm still on the clock. I'm pullin' in some awesome overtime.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

That's certainly convenient. However, there's the matter of remembering Mayfield if you're sent home.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He thinks. And thinks. Things are coming together. It just takes awhile with Scout.]

Crap. I ain't thought 'a that. [Frown] Guess it's time fer a pay advance. [He reloads two shells into his gun.]

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Unless you come from a world that is based in the 1950s or earlier, the money you can be paid now wouldn't be as much as the money you'd get at home.