nextgen_citizen (nextgen_citizen) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2012-10-22 01:02:00

Entry tags:

bea dayspring, crosshairs, guardian, team - thunderbolts

Don't Shoot The Messenger
A small crowd of people arrives at the front door of the Brownstone. Two men in suits, one of much higher quality than the other, a trio of uniformed police officers, and a trio of unmarked security personnel with more expensive uniforms. The man in the cheaper suit stands closest to the door, taking out a paper from his coat pocket.

"Just remember, Mr Primm, we're allowing your and your staff's presence here as a courtesy. I tell you to clam up or leave, you do it."

"Of course, Detective. We're just happy to assist. One of your officers will accompany each member of my staff at all times, I assure you."

The detective grunts something and knocks.

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	no_relation 2012-10-22 07:13 pm UTC (link)
	Jack nods, turning a little pale. "...and me?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	charmedlife 2012-10-22 07:40 pm UTC (link)
	"You're still a person, too, Jack. But yeah. You're engineered. And the people who engineered you are basically trying to get custody back." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	no_relation 2012-10-22 11:31 pm UTC (link)
	For over a full minute, Jack doesn't respond. He just staggers back and sits on the edge of his bed. "...what are you going to do with me?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

charmedlife
2012-10-22 11:36 pm UTC (link)

"We'll figure out what should happen later. Right now, the important thing is what should /not/ happen. And we're not letting those -- " there's some cursing in Askani. It's not being a bad example because Jack won't understand a word of it. " -- take you anywhere. You're going to come say hi to the police while we explain that you're going to stay grounded until the hearing, okay?"

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no_relation
2012-10-22 11:40 pm UTC (link)

Jack looks hesitant. "...you promise they're not going to take me away?"

For probably the first time anyone in the Thunderbolts would have seen him, Jack's confidence (whether it was ever deserved in a situation or not) seems shaken. He looks positively frightened. He'd gotten the general gist from Kelly what people who built others for fun or profit were like.

"And please don't call me 'grounded' in front of the police.... that's just not cool."

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	charmedlife 2012-10-22 11:42 pm UTC (link)
	"I can promise they're not taking you back to any crazy laboratories. And you /are/ grounded. It's a fact." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	no_relation 2012-10-22 11:50 pm UTC (link)
	"...'protective custody', maybe?" He tries bargaining. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	charmedlife 2012-10-22 11:52 pm UTC (link)
	"Jack, you're grounded. Live with it." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	no_relation 2012-10-23 12:13 am UTC (link)
	He frowns, then stands up. "Alright... let's get this over with." He stands up and walks over to her. And, he'll try to hold her hand, because right now he doesn't know anything. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	charmedlife 2012-10-27 12:20 am UTC (link)
	And back to the front door. "Detective, this is Jack. As you can see, he cannot be legally returned to anyone without hearing. We'll provide an agreement in writing to attend said hearing, and he will be kept safely inside until that time." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

no_relation
2012-10-27 02:18 am UTC (link)

"There it is! That's the prototype! Guardian Unit 01, you are ordered to accompany me back to your holding facility." Primm yells, as the uniformed officers keep him beyond the requested distance. "Detective, take that property out of their possession immediately!"

Jack looks as if he's going to be severely ill, and while he doesn't obey the commands, his knees buckle slightly, as if he were going to step forward.

Detective Scratch looks in front of him... and just sees a young man holding the lady's hand. "Hey, you there." He leans forward a bit, waiting until he meets the other's gaze. "Van Halen sucks."

Jack looks up at that, confused, then leans away as he gives the older man a sideways glance. "Old Van Halen or new Van Halen?"

Detective Scratch straightens up again, scratching the back of his head. "Better damn response than my niece's iPod ever gave me..." He clears his throat. "Mr Primm, I'm afraid, as I'm 'unqualified' like you pointed out, I can't tell what I'm lookin' at here."

"You... that is unacceptable!" Primm screams, even as Scratch barely seems to be paying attention anymore. The Detective gives a business card with a handwritten number on in to Bea, and winks at Kelly. "I'll be having words with your Captain over this, Detective!"

"Yeah, yeah... you won't be the first. Good day ladies." Detective Scratch excuses himself, walking past Primm and his security agents. After some deliberation, and further ranting, the agents seem to have convinced their employer it's better to just depart for the time being.

Jack just blinks, more stunned than just confused now. "I..." He looks at Bea and Kelly. "Did I say the right thing?"

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	charmedlife 2012-10-27 02:32 am UTC (link)
	Bea jsut stares at the proceedings, hand twitching. "Well, it is an important distinction. Hagar's the one who sucks. The important thing is, they're gone. There'll be a hearing. We'll win. Then we figure out what's best for you." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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