Post by johncheese on Aug 30, 2017 12:24:25 GMT -5
Hi Guys, just thought I'd give you all a quick preview of what's to come in relation to the team I conceptualised here. Hope you enjoy...
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“My client is suing you for damages she received during your, and I’m using her words here, sloppy attempt at protecting her from her stalker.” The tanned lawyer announced, as he nervously straightened the sleeves of his expensive suit. “Uh Miss Clay, are you listening to me.”
“Not at the moment.” The dark haired woman dressed in a red jumpsuit replied as a bronze spear shot across the room and embedded a few inches above the desk the pair were hiding behind. “I’m in the middle of an office invasion by this bastard!” Clay hissed, as she fired back with her antique pistol at the blue armoured shooter, the blow staggering him slightly.
“This is important Miss Clay, I am trying to read my client’s complaints regarding your conduct.” The lawyer stated, as another spear flew across the room and slammed into the desk.
“One moment!” Clay snapped as she grabbed the spear and flung it back at the attacking mercenary only for him to catch the projectile. “Gotcha!!” Clay yelled as she vaulted over the desk and tackled the attacker, knocking his spear gun out of his hand.
“Screw this!” The mercenary spat as he reached for the telescoping bo-staff on his belt and levered his target off of him. “You’re not worth it babe!” He added, as he got to his feet and darted out of the office.
“Neither are you Spear!” Clay yelled back, as she picked up her dropped pistol and pointed it at the lawyer. “Now why am I being sued by Miss Williams again?”
“She claims that she was horribly injured during a battle with her stalker, the super criminal known as Knight Vision.” The lawyer gulped as he looked down the barrel of the weapon pointed at him. “Uh Miss Clay…or do you prefer Flintlock?”
“Flintlock will do since you are determined to piss me off.” Clay told him coolly, as she went over to the wall and pulled the spear out of the plasterboard. “When the police took Knight Vision away she was fine save for a pulled muscle that she’d sustained whilst jogging five minutes before her ex, who she never mentioned had super powers, attacked her.”
“Regardless you claimed to protect her from harm.” The lawyer stated, as he removed some papers. “I also have a complaint from one Gordon Chuldzinski, he claims that you assaulted him on…” He stopped and gulped as Clay glowered at him, the spear in her hand trembling with rage. “…on two separate occasions.”
“Knight Vision is suing me?!” Clay hissed. “He’s being convicted for the murder of two police officers as well as attempted murder of your client. What’s next, are the families of those two officers filing a claim against me?”
“Hmm, that could be worth pursuing.” The lawyer murmured under his breath, only to see Flintlock point to the battered hole where her door had been before it had been kicked off its hinges. Nodding slightly, he placed the papers on the desk and run to the door, not bothering to look back or acknowledge the woman who had pulled him behind his desk when the super mercenary had commenced his attack on her officer. Placing both the spear and her pistol on the desk, Flintlock went to a cupboard, and pulled the spear jammed through the metal doors out, before removing a box of nails and a hammer.
“My landlord is going to kill me.” She sighed, as she went and pulled the door to her office off the ground, and inside, being careful to avoid kicking the pile of glass any further then it needed to be. Returning to her desk, she almost missed the new message that had flashed up on her computer, now lying on its back and on the floor.
“Dear Miss Clay, I am a fan of your work and would like to offer you employment suited to your talents.” The email read. “Your service would be greatly appreciated, as would your presence at the following address…” Shaking her head, Flintlock typed a quick reply, stating that she wasn’t interested at this time, and that she had an office to try and repair. Both the speed and subject of the response sent by the messenger, who only identified themselves as ‘Argent’ was surprising.
“What is the estimate for repairs? I have funds that can cover it.”
“A lot, I also have legal problems not to mention a spear throwing super merc to pound.”
“I can help you cover your legal costs. The mercenary is called the Spear, AKA Jasper Daniels, he and his associates are people of interest for a number of domestic intelligence agencies, all of whom have been notified that Crossfire and his crew are currently in Miami.”
Flintlock looked again at the responses, a growing sense of unease filling her body. This ‘Argent’ character seemed to have the answers for everything, to know everything, and she was running out of ways to counter the offer being placed before her. Going for broke she typed in one last response; “Address is in Colorado, have no car and bike is in the shop. Sorry.”
“I have a private jet at Miami International Airport” Somehow this response didn’t surprise Flintlock and with a sigh of defeat, she grabbed the equipment bag she used for stakeouts and undercover pursuits before looking at the damaged door and shrugging. As soon as that was back on its hinges and locked, it looked like she had somewhere else to be.
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“My client is suing you for damages she received during your, and I’m using her words here, sloppy attempt at protecting her from her stalker.” The tanned lawyer announced, as he nervously straightened the sleeves of his expensive suit. “Uh Miss Clay, are you listening to me.”
“Not at the moment.” The dark haired woman dressed in a red jumpsuit replied as a bronze spear shot across the room and embedded a few inches above the desk the pair were hiding behind. “I’m in the middle of an office invasion by this bastard!” Clay hissed, as she fired back with her antique pistol at the blue armoured shooter, the blow staggering him slightly.
“This is important Miss Clay, I am trying to read my client’s complaints regarding your conduct.” The lawyer stated, as another spear flew across the room and slammed into the desk.
“One moment!” Clay snapped as she grabbed the spear and flung it back at the attacking mercenary only for him to catch the projectile. “Gotcha!!” Clay yelled as she vaulted over the desk and tackled the attacker, knocking his spear gun out of his hand.
“Screw this!” The mercenary spat as he reached for the telescoping bo-staff on his belt and levered his target off of him. “You’re not worth it babe!” He added, as he got to his feet and darted out of the office.
“Neither are you Spear!” Clay yelled back, as she picked up her dropped pistol and pointed it at the lawyer. “Now why am I being sued by Miss Williams again?”
“She claims that she was horribly injured during a battle with her stalker, the super criminal known as Knight Vision.” The lawyer gulped as he looked down the barrel of the weapon pointed at him. “Uh Miss Clay…or do you prefer Flintlock?”
“Flintlock will do since you are determined to piss me off.” Clay told him coolly, as she went over to the wall and pulled the spear out of the plasterboard. “When the police took Knight Vision away she was fine save for a pulled muscle that she’d sustained whilst jogging five minutes before her ex, who she never mentioned had super powers, attacked her.”
“Regardless you claimed to protect her from harm.” The lawyer stated, as he removed some papers. “I also have a complaint from one Gordon Chuldzinski, he claims that you assaulted him on…” He stopped and gulped as Clay glowered at him, the spear in her hand trembling with rage. “…on two separate occasions.”
“Knight Vision is suing me?!” Clay hissed. “He’s being convicted for the murder of two police officers as well as attempted murder of your client. What’s next, are the families of those two officers filing a claim against me?”
“Hmm, that could be worth pursuing.” The lawyer murmured under his breath, only to see Flintlock point to the battered hole where her door had been before it had been kicked off its hinges. Nodding slightly, he placed the papers on the desk and run to the door, not bothering to look back or acknowledge the woman who had pulled him behind his desk when the super mercenary had commenced his attack on her officer. Placing both the spear and her pistol on the desk, Flintlock went to a cupboard, and pulled the spear jammed through the metal doors out, before removing a box of nails and a hammer.
“My landlord is going to kill me.” She sighed, as she went and pulled the door to her office off the ground, and inside, being careful to avoid kicking the pile of glass any further then it needed to be. Returning to her desk, she almost missed the new message that had flashed up on her computer, now lying on its back and on the floor.
“Dear Miss Clay, I am a fan of your work and would like to offer you employment suited to your talents.” The email read. “Your service would be greatly appreciated, as would your presence at the following address…” Shaking her head, Flintlock typed a quick reply, stating that she wasn’t interested at this time, and that she had an office to try and repair. Both the speed and subject of the response sent by the messenger, who only identified themselves as ‘Argent’ was surprising.
“What is the estimate for repairs? I have funds that can cover it.”
“A lot, I also have legal problems not to mention a spear throwing super merc to pound.”
“I can help you cover your legal costs. The mercenary is called the Spear, AKA Jasper Daniels, he and his associates are people of interest for a number of domestic intelligence agencies, all of whom have been notified that Crossfire and his crew are currently in Miami.”
Flintlock looked again at the responses, a growing sense of unease filling her body. This ‘Argent’ character seemed to have the answers for everything, to know everything, and she was running out of ways to counter the offer being placed before her. Going for broke she typed in one last response; “Address is in Colorado, have no car and bike is in the shop. Sorry.”
“I have a private jet at Miami International Airport” Somehow this response didn’t surprise Flintlock and with a sigh of defeat, she grabbed the equipment bag she used for stakeouts and undercover pursuits before looking at the damaged door and shrugging. As soon as that was back on its hinges and locked, it looked like she had somewhere else to be.