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bullseye_ ([info]bullseye_) wrote in [info]marvel_legends,
@ 2011-04-20 18:35:00


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Entry tags:"to kill a mockingbird", bullseye, hawkeye, mockingbird

 It wasn't that long a drive out of the cesspits of Utah into the even more arid, but far more entertaining deserts of Las Vegas, Nevada. Hard to believe they was both settled by the Mormons, hah? Someone musta gotten their messages lost somewhere. Bullseye doesn't have to think which ones he prefers.

The man he's got tied up like a hog in the back of his van is quiet for the moment, but that won't last long. That's alright. Bullseye has some questions he needs answered anyway. Pulling over into a restaurant parking lot, he gets out, opens the back door - careful to make sure his hostage is still unconscious and not waiting to jump him - climbs in and locks back up. 

He'll need the suit - if Barton doesn't have it on him, he'll get ahold of one. But first and foremost, he needs answers.



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[info]mocks_you
2011-04-30 01:55 pm UTC (link)
"You might be surprised how non-motivating it is to threaten to scalp me then say I need to work with you." She backed up a half step to keep a little distance between them and twirled one of her staves lightly in her hand.

"Tell you what Einstein how about I explain the whole part where I just asked you what you were trying to tell me when they started shooting. That means I'm asking what the plan is. Obviously you have a plan...or possibly I'm giving you too much credit...at any rate one washed up weapons dealer is too small of a fishy for you to be this pissed off about so what do you want?"

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-30 05:34 pm UTC (link)
"I want to get the job done," he answers, as if this should have been obvious. "I want my money, and I want that puny little trout you let slip through your scrawny fingers, to be wanderin' the desert naked by morning, with just one 'a these," he indicates one of his knives. "For company.

"So you can either quit wasting my time, and yours, and Clinty-boy's, may I remind you, and help your dear ol' 'Hawkeye' find this asshole," he says, looking rather smug at calling himself Hawkeye. "Or you can keep up the bad cop routine - which is very good, by the way - in which case, we're back to me scalping you, Clinty-boy bleedin' out like a stuck pig, and then me going after Trout man anyway, so he'll still be dead, one way or the other, pretty bird."

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