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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2014 4:32:05 GMT -5
He's texting Selina at this point, not paying attention apparently as he hears Bullock's statement. No reason to scare the guy off.
[That would be illegal, but if you were to happen to come across extra tickets to that Isaak Crowe concert that you worked on putting security together on. . . I'd be happy as a friend] He smirks and giggles a little to himself as he ignores the van very intently. Naturally they'd return to the scene of the crime. What sort of idiot would do that?
An idiot that likes making trophies and putting them places. Someone who wants a reaction. Naturally. He holds up the phone as if he's trying to get a signal, then looks at it like he's texting, snapping a quick photo discreetly, trying to get a good angle on the license plate. He sends the text of the mugshot to the other cops. Most of them should have a smartphone. . . they'd be able to recognize the guy without much difficulty.
He looks back at the statue "On it boss!" He'll get the lab guys down to try to figure out how it was fed to them, but he'd guess that probably through some sort of nasogastric tube or perhaps an orogastric tube, nasogastric's more likely if it's a quick calcification process because it'll just allow the mouth to be closed as the process continues. Still, it depends on the lungs. MRI might be useful, he wonders if Thompkins would let them use the MRI machine if he asks nicely again.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2014 21:02:28 GMT -5
An electric chill runs across the shoulders and down the spine... and Montoya's a cop. She doesn't tense up. She gives no sign of recognition other than the quietest possible affirmative grunt to the question. If the perp can read lips, the next moments are very important. He may not be able to see Bullock's face, but hers ain't hidden. Not like that.
"Uniforms. Casing alleys." Barely a movement of her mouth there. "Need to call them off that street. Otherwise we lose the case."
That one's urgent. She fingers her WayneCorp wireless radio receiver in her coat pocket, fishing it out by the antenna in exactly the way she's not supposed to. "After that, plainclothes keep an eye out for the license. Radio in. Tail him home. Guy like this doesn't leave just one victim." She turns and looks in the direction she sent the uniforms. "Gonna call them off now until we know what he's doing. Scrape trail will keep until he moves."
And with that, the radio's out. "Ten-three, ten-three. All points, ten-three. Ten-eighteen." This buys her a second of chatter-free radio. "Repeat, ten-eighteen. All points, ten-twelve, disengage. Gimme a Han Solo." In other words, belay prior orders.. and fly casual. "We've got a ten-sixty on K and G, dash-six-dash-six." Those streets are six blocks away as the crow flies... The dash-sixes let them know the suspect in the ten-sixty "suspicious vehicle" is right next to Robinson Park. A uniform patrol on duty stops JUST in time to avoid passing by the alleyway, into the van's line of sight, and instead, both units duck into a seedy little bakery with no windows.
Montoya's a cop. She doesn't sigh with relief. She doesn't let it show at all. She just continues into the radio. "DNE. Han Solo 10-12. Out." There's a small chorus of 10-4s by everyone who can afford to speak. Others maintain radio silence, which, right now, is just as good. Let him think they don't know what he's up to. Let him think the message isn't for everyone. Let him choke on numbers.
She turns her back on the alley, making herself look like she's focusing on the vic. Her ponytail bobs convincingly. As if nothing's the matter.
"... Rookie, if you can get a picture of that license plate without him noticing, do it. We're gonna passive scan this one." She knows for damn sure that she couldn't line up a shot well enough to keep him from noticing she was taking it. And she'd be fumbling with the controls the whole time. But Bivins? Kid practically trains in this stuff.
She glances at Bullock. Her other half in more ways than one, but ever since they started patrol, her boss too. The louie. Which means that while she's damn certain he approves of calling off the plainclothes before they stumble their asses onto a freak with a grudge. But it also means he HAS to approve the next step. And a lot of the time, he knows what the uniforms can pull off better than she does. He's seen them at their worst, and knows what to expect.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2014 17:16:57 GMT -5
While she was bitching Harvey out, Vicki overheard Bivins talking aloud about the chip and how the victim’s skin had been altered to resemble porcelain. When Bivins started texting on his cel phone, she assumed he was messaging the crime lab boys about his discovery and theory. Turning her full attention on Bivins, she teased him about his buttocks to break the tension she was feeling in the air. She giggled when he smiled and yelled back. She loved his sense of humor and was glad he was being a good sport about it by playing along. She was a little hurt when he told her he wasn’t supposed to talk to her anymore and gave the reason why. She was about to confront Harvey with that and tear him a new one, when she caught Marc in her peripheral vision. She’d recognize the Frenchman’s determined gait anywhere.
When Marc got close enough, Vicki reached out her hand to him without hesitation. Pulling him to her side, she listened as he interrupted and addressed Harvey and Montoya assertively with a game plan. Vicki almost blushed when he introduced himself as her boyfriend. It was the first time he’d made that public. In that moment, Marc had no clue how happy Vicki was to see him. She noticed the twitch in his jaw and assumed he was upset about the situation. She squeezed his hand in love and support of him.
As Marc finished his spiel, Vicki was wondering about the note Bivins had found. She blinked in surprise when Marc turned his back on the officers to speak solely to her. As he drew her close, she took in the mellow satisfaction in his ice-blue eyes, his rumpled blonde hair, and that to-die-for muscular body. Marc Dahlmaine was more man than she’d ever known, or even imagined. Feeling his heart pounding in his chest, she tried to calm him by gently stroking his shoulders and smoothing out his blue Oxford shirt.
After Marc apologized and finished telling Vicki about his morning, she nodded, tilted her head up, and brushed her lips against his. She hugged him tightly -- relieved, anxious, and so scared she felt ill. “Thank you for being here,” she whispered on his lips, her entire body trembling. Then she pulled away and gazed up into his eyes.
Vicki was at that point with Marc where she could communicate with him non-verbally. As she gave him one of “those” looks, her eyes contained a fear he’d never seen before. Vicki knew Marc was an intelligent man, and, from what he was saying, she assumed he had pieced everything together already. She could see him easily becoming a private investigator someday, if he ever chose to do so.
When Marc told Vicki he would stay with her because he was unwilling to lose her, she became overwhelmed with emotion. Gripping him tightly, she hid her face against his shirt and prayed she wouldn’t embarrass herself by crying. She felt very safe and secure in his arms.
A few seconds later, Vicki heard Harvey growling and barking in the distance. Looking up, she saw the detective, who had gone back to inspecting the victim’s body again, talking to his team about something being ingested to kill the victim. Vicki gave Marc a confused look. It sounded inhumane to her. Then again, that was a great word to describe a callous serial killer like Barton Mathis.
Suddenly, Vicki heard something break. At first, she thought Harvey had cut himself and was bleeding, but then she realized it was ink all over his hand, not blood. Although Harvey was looking off into the distance, she didn’t dare take her eyes off him for fear of giving him away. Vicki was an excellent team player. She could tell Harvey was watching something – someone – like a hawk. In that moment, she denied the fear she was feeling to cripple her.
The next thing the reporter knew, the three officers were discussing their next moves. Vicki signaled to Marc, through touch, not to react in any way to what was being said. She also nodded to him, giving him the okay to leave her and help Harvey, Bivins, and Montoya, if needed. She knew Marc was in fantastic physical shape and could run like a deer. Although she didn’t like the thought of Marc endangering himself, she was confident he could sprint fast enough and catch anyone before they got away.
Vicki’s curiosity got the best of her, and she turned for a moment to look in the same direction as Harvey had. It was only for a few seconds, but Vicki’s sweeping glance took in everything. When her eyes returned to focus on Marc's, she whispered, “Omigod. He’s here. And so is Selina Kyle. I think she might be in danger.”
Pretending to smile, Vicki leaned into Marc and gave him another kiss, signaling for him to remain calm. Meanwhile, she noticed Montoya acting as cool as a cucumber while communicating through her wireless radio, and Bivins texting and raising his phone. It appeared like he was trying to get reception, when in reality the sly detective was snapping pictures. Vicki didn’t know what was going on, but she continued to act naturally. She assumed by the look on Montoya’s face that the trio was in a holding pattern and would move, once Harvey gave the order. Vicki’s body began to tense with anxiety.
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Barton Mathis continued to watch the crime scene at Robinson Park, and he was a little surprised to see Marc Dahlmaine pull up and exit the cab. What was he doing here? Observing Marc jumping the yellow tape and making his way to Vicki Vale, Mathis wondered if the Frenchborn vintner and vanguard of Chevalier Cellars was romantically involved with the news reporter. Their public display of affection confirmed his suspicions. To pass the time, Mathis kept looking back and forth from Vicki and Marc to Selina Kyle, who was seated in a vehicle a few feet away. He entertained devious thoughts and began hatching a plot in his mind. Finally, the temptation of abducting Selina was far too great for him to ignore any longer, and so he grabbed a container of chloroform from the back. Dousing a rag with the fluid, he got out of his van and approached Selina, holding the rag behind his back in his left hand. When he got to Selina’s car window, Mathis shined a toothy grin and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket with his right hand. “You got a light, Miss?” he called to her, tapping on the glass repeatedly. Looking around, he began hitting the glass harder and harder, trying to break it. “Open the goddamn door!” he bellowed, his temper getting the best of him. Suddenly, the rag came into view as he jerked the door handle in frustration, struggling to force his way inside the vehicle to get to her!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 18:28:22 GMT -5
Much was going on around him. And why was she in the thick of it all? Why did she have to be here. All the police blathering was of no interest to him. She was his focal point, his sun and stars. So as his jaw set he tried to bar as much of this incident from her as he could while refraining from starting anything with the guardians of Gotham.
As they kissed he wrapped his arms around her. "I don't want you here, Vi." He choked out, his arms wrapping around her after their kiss. She was trembling. If she was being that affected by the gruesome situation he needed to get her out of there and soon. As he stared down at her his mouth was terse. He did not like her being here. Especially with her words toward the older, and younger men. She did not need that sort of activity or attention detracting her from her work.
Swallowing roughly after that look from her he refused to relinquish her from his hold or look down at her. The thought of losing her was a thought he did not want crossing his mind. He had come so far. The muscle in his jaw went tight once more. He shook his head slightly and pressed her head to his chest. He wasn't going to go anywhere despite his peak physical condition. There was a reason he was a sommelier and in the wine business and not an officer. To each their own.
As she turned in his arms his grip tightened. "Who?" He graveled at her before shrugging. "No doubt Ms. Kyle can take care of herself." He knew that was the woman beside Luthor in the Metropham endeavors but other than that, honestly, he cared little.
He was calm as she kissed him again. In any other situation this would have been a bit more physical contact he'd care for especially with her admist those she knew. But if she needed the contact and reassurance he would give it to her. "We should go. I am taking you home." He told her once he broke their kiss. If she was going to protest his decision for her, he would pick her up in his arms and walk back to where his cab had been instructed to wait. This situation had grown terse enough for his liking and he'd rather she not be subjected to any more of this intense nonsense. He was intense enough at times for her. She did not need more of this, if it were not coming from him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2014 21:36:28 GMT -5
Harvey turned for a moment, his phone calling Selina too give her a heads up to watch Mathis, but alas, he was walking over to her.
"Pick up, pick up- HEY you see that creeper walking toward you? That's our perp, we're rounding up men quietly to ambush him, but he's heading toward you. You know I have that .38 on the glove box. Get it out and take the safety off. When you're confident, take the shot. We're right here. I am not shooting at him with him being that close. If you can just wound him, great, but if he gets pushy, take him out."
Harvey turned to Montoya.
"He's headed after Selina, tell our units they'll be hearing a shot fired at him soon. No one takes any shots until I give the clear to fire."
He spoke into the phone again, turning just so to keep a sideways eye on Mathis, but the moment the man started yelling for her to open the door Harvey went into a sprint. He was faster than he was a few years back, but not nearly as fast as he had been his first few years on the force. He pulled his own gun.
"GET THE FUCK OFF MY GIRL AND THROW THOSE HANDS UP, MOTHER FUCKER!"
Harvey made it over, his gun pointed at Mathis. He was scary to have around in this context. Harvey had a loud, resonate, frighteningly deep voice. He had made many a man shake in their proverbial boots throughout his career.
"YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO GET DOWN ON THE GROUND."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2014 14:51:27 GMT -5
She smiles at the text popping up and sends back [ Call it done. Two tickets? As a friend, of course.] She's sending the message when someone starts to approach the car. Thankfully not only she'd made sure the doors were locked, but Bullock had, too. Green eyes glance at the man, and she shakes her head as the phone rings. She puts it to speaker as she's already in motion, the glove-box popped open and the safety off the .38 she was aware he kept. Always prepared. Always. Even more so now. She's not exactly ok with blighting his car, but the creeper outside the door is quite insistent on getting in to her. Her nose wrinkles as Theo explains who this man is. Mathis, if her memory is serving right. And time has not been good to him at all. She doesn't have to be told on when to shoot, as she aims for his lower thigh, as best she can, through the car door and pulls the trigger not once, but twice. Just in case, you know. She's not aiming to kill the man, because if he does breach the car, she can more than handle him. She'd just rather not. As the man wavers in her sight, she taps the keypad on her phone to let him know, and terminates the call before not only seeing the bodies racing toward her car, but also can hear the yelling. It seems she'd been able to drop the man to the ground with her shots, but he'd dropped the rag, and was now slowly crawling from both Bullock closing the distance, and the other officers as he was pulling to his feet again to run. Today was just not her day as she sat there, unwilling to step from the car, considering the hassle of her crutches, as well as the whole adrenaline pumping through her veins.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2014 5:36:46 GMT -5
Bivins was moving away from Mathis, slipping gum into his mouth as he saw the other cops making their way to the downed perp. He glanced around, seeing the white van, he reaches into his pocket, running towards his car, the trunk pops open, revealing a stack of random things, some bags, and what looks like a large orange thing. He grabs the thing quickly with both hands, slamming down the trunk and running towards the van again. He already knew that the uniforms, Montoya and Bullock had the suspect down, but now it was time to secure the evidence, take out any potential accomplices. They'd laughed at him when he started keeping a boot in the back of his car! Well, they wouldn't laugh now. He moved quietly, holding the thing in front of him, curled up as he moved towards the back of the van. He slipped the boot under his arm, and then coming along the back part of the white van. Bivins squatted down so he wouldn't be seen, and carefully and quietly as possible, slipped the wheel clamp down on the back tire. It only took a few seconds, Just a quick click into place. It wasn't a full sized wheel clamp, but it was quick, and good to immobilize the car. He took the gum from his mouth, stuck it onto the pavement right in front of the tire, then the nail from his pocket placing it pointy side up in the gum. If the perp tried to drive off on a clamp, it'd mess up the body of the car, slow him down, and the tire would go flat anyway. This procedure took a little less than 54 seconds, once he got to the van. Both hands on pistol, he put his back to the van, looking into the side mirror to see if there were another perpetrator inside. He knew Selina and Harvey had to have had the perp by now. And with Montoya there? No, if there was a second person involved in this, or an accomplice, or if he made a sudden escape, this would be the best way to cut him off from the van, he would have to get further on foot, unless he stole a car, but that car would have to get past the perimeter. . . and he'd have to get up after getting shot. Why would he return to the scene of the crime? And why would he go after Selina Kyle? She's dangerous! She hangs with some heavy clients! And after Harvey, she hangs out with some important people!
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 3:26:59 GMT -5
A gun web is a beautiful thing when it's all pointing in the same direction.
Seven officers and at least three detectives suddenly have guns trained on the downed perp. This is not standard operating procedure. If even a single one of them gets jumpy and fires, it's going to lead to a shitload of paperwork and probably months of "police brutality" in the news. The cops are specifically told not to do this, even in the case of a high-powered freak.
But Lieutenant Harvey "Mother Fucking" Bullock just called Selina his girl. A quarter of the force would follow Harvey's orders to hell and back. Three quarters are terrified of them. They'd all take a bullet for him, even the kind of bullet that gets you put on admin leave and desk jockey duty for a year.
Renée is about to lower her weapon to make the collar, but... No. This guy has a problem with women. Best not give him another target. She nods to two of the officers, both just outside Mathis' line of sight, then says, "Lights."
The gun web lightens by six. Two officers make their way to the front... Four bust out flashlights and shine them STRAIGHT into Mathis' eyes.
There's a chance he'll get his eyes closed in time. But that serves Renée just fine, because the other two officers will have time to grab his arms and pull them behind him. Blue number one speaks up. "Sir. You are under arrest for the crimes of assault, attempted battery..." Number two grabs the rag and sniffs before tossing it to the side and nodding. Number one continues. "Possession of a drug precursor substance, possession with intent of use of a primary-use kidnapping substance as defined by Gotham State regulation 1966-6..." He gets a breath in. "And suspicion of murder and attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent, which we all fully expect you to waive as soon as I finish this sentence, so go ahead and get your stupid manifesto out of your system."
Yeah, that part isn't going to be mentioned when they talk about his miranda rights bein' read to him. The rest of the speech comes quickly, if he doesn't say anything or manage to break free.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2014 18:01:23 GMT -5
Vicki noticed Marc seemed uninterested in the activity happening around him. His jaw was clenched, and his focus was totally on her. In general, she assumed he was unaware of all the excitement that happened in Gotham City on a daily basis. Now that he was a permanent resident, it was something he’d have to get used to -- especially if he claimed Vicki Vale as his girlfriend. Her vocation often put her life in peril. Over the years, she had learned not to fear the element of danger. Instead, she embraced it because it came with the territory of being a news reporter. She knew full well the difficulties a journalist faced every day in Gotham City, but she did what she had to do to get that front-page byline and stay ahead of her competition.
Vicki’s fears melted away when Marc wrapped his strong arms around her, kissed her, and voiced his disapproval of her being at the crime scene. His honesty and sincerity concerning her safety rang clear through his broken voice, and the emotional display made her feel deeply loved by him. She felt very safe in his arms, too, and the way he was holding onto her made her assume he wouldn’t be letting go anytime soon.
It surprised Vicki that Marc didn’t react more at the mention of Selina Kyle sitting in the vehicle across the street. When he insisted that he was taking Vicki home, she could tell by the sternness of his voice and countenance that he wouldn’t allow her to debate him on this. Sighing, Vicki acquiesced without hesitation. She trusted Marc with her life -- every part of her life -- whatever the circumstances.
It was then that Vicki saw Harvey turn toward her, holding his cel phone to his ear. His eyes were on Selina and Mathis. Harvey remained calm, although his mouth was moving a mile a minute -- so fast that Vicki couldn’t read his lips. When he turned to Montoya and started giving her instructions, Vicki assumed Harvey was calling for more back-up. She didn’t realize Harvey was watching Selina and Mathis with his peripheral vision the entire time.
Suddenly, a gunshot sounded, followed by yelling in the distance, which prompted Harvey to take off running like a Jackrabbit! Vicki had never seen the police detective move so fast! He was sprinting, with Bivins and Montoya racing directly after him. The trio reminded her of a pack of hounds closing in on a fox – in this case, Mathis. Vicki wanted to join in the chase, but Marc’s firm embrace held her stationary. She tensed and audibly gasped when she saw Harvey pull his gun and heard him bellow:
"GET THE FUCK OFF MY GIRL AND THROW THOSE HANDS UP, MOTHER FUCKER! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO GET DOWN ON THE GROUND."
Vicki’s mouth gaped open. Girlfriend? Selina Kyle?!?
Oh. My. God.
Vicki strained to see Harvey holding Mathis at gunpoint. He was talking, his deep bass voice resonating and intimidating everyone in the vicinity, especially Mathis. Harvey definitely sounded like a man in love, protecting his woman. Meanwhile, Mathis was just standing there, holding his leg. Had he been shot? She pictured in her mind Selina holding the smoldering gun. Omigod! This was a front-page story in the making!
Time seemed to stand still as a slew of officers – almost a dozen -- trained their weapons on Mathis from every side. Although all eyes were on Mathis, Vicki saw Bivins drop back from the group and dash to his car to retrieve something from the trunk. Quietly and quickly, the young detective ran to a white van and booted the back right tire. In less than a minute, Bivins had his back to the van, holding his pistol with both hands.
As Montoya ordered flashlights to be shone in Mathis’ face, Vicki assessed the situation. “Something’s not right,” she told Marc suspiciously, watching two officers approach Mathis to place him under arrest. “This capture is too easy. Mathis always has a surprise up his sleeve. Always.”
Suddenly, her eyes widened when she saw Mathis press his hand against something in his pants pocket.
“BIVINS! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THERE! MOVE YOUR ASS – NOW!”
Scant seconds later, the van exploded! As the debris settled, Mathis was nowhere to be found!
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Mathis was pissed, to say the least. All Selina Kyle had to do was cooperate. Instead, she chose to grab a gun from the glove compartment and shoot him through the thigh – not once, but twice. Her actions wounded him in more ways than she even imagined. His heart was crushed. All he’d wanted to do was show her love by capturing her beauty forever in porcelain. He remembered seeing her aim the weapon at the door, but nothing else after that. White rage flashed before his eyes when he saw his bloody pants leg and finally realized what she had done to him. Crawling away from Selina to the next vehicle, he grabbed the car door handle and pulled himself up on his feet again. The next thing Mathis knew, Harvey Bullock was standing a few yards away, his gun drawn. Harvey was trying to remain calm, but Mathis could see the fear in his eyes. He always looked for the fear in people, drawing inner strength from that human weakness. “Girlfriend?” Mathis laughed, holding his leg. “Lieutenant Bullock, you should never have told me that. Now I have no choice but to put your bitch down, one way or another.” Mathis’ brow furrowed as more officers arrived on the scene and surrounded him. He eyed Montoya, thinking she would make as beautiful a doll as Selina Kyle would. Gotham City certainly had more than its fair share of lovely women. Suddenly, Montoya gave an order, and bright lights blinded Mathis for a split second. He was smart enough to close his eyes so he wasn’t completely blinded. Squinting, he saw two police officers approaching to arrest him. The first officer grabbed Mathis’ wrists and pulled them behind his back, while the other policeman examined the rag lying on the sidewalk. Mathis knew his window of opportunity to act was almost null and void. He had to get away. He needed to find more victims. He didn’t want to disappoint his father. Before the first officer could secure his wrists in handcuffs, Mathis yelled out and jerked his hand away, pretending to writhe in pain and reach for his wound. Instead, he pressed against his pants pocket. He moved so quickly that no one even realized what he had done until it was too late. Suddenly, the white van he had been driving exploded, knocking everyone to the ground, including the two officers, Bullock and Montoya! Pressing the concealed detonator had caught everyone by surprise, except for Mathis, who ducked and darted away in all the confusion. He wasn’t graceful, but he was fast. That’s all that mattered. Stopping the first vehicle he came across, Mathis opened the car door and pulled the elderly driver out. Then he jumped inside and sped off as fast as he could, pressing the gas pedal all the way to the floor.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 5:31:03 GMT -5
It seems the lady would doth protest. In one swift motion he bent at the knees and swept her into his arms. Cradling the daft reporter he kissed her once more as he could feel her tremble in his strong arms. "I dislike you being in this sort of situation, Vicki." He stated sternly again. Ignoring the screams of the sirens and the flurry of orders being barked around them he calmly walked her from the heady pulse of activity only pausing to look behind them when a loud voice barked orders. It seemed the culprit was going after this woman again. For some reason she was a target.
But it seemed this Ms. Kyle could handle her own as easily as gunshots rang out and the deranged man dropped outside the parked vehicle. And she was a good shot. He gave a curt nod to the commotion before jostling the reporter in his arms as she screamed and he shielded her from the blast, his body arching over hers as they were a mere few feet now from his cab.
He'd get her away from this mess. He knew she'd want to cover the story but with her so close to the heart of it; Mathis; he couldn't stand for her to be in trouble. Against her wishes he slipped beside her and shut the door, ordering the cabbie to his suite. Pulling out his phone he quickly thumbed through his contacts and sent a brief message,"Robinson Park. 'Newsworthy', doll." Before he slipped his phone back into his pocket and staring vacantly ahead. A mere half minute later and his phone would be out again as he spoke into it firmly in French.
[New post order: Gordon, Selina, Bullock, Renee, Bivins]
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The explosion tore through the street, the shock wave knocking down several officers, the lack of screaming was due entirely to the surprise of the sudden explosive force of over one ton of Dodge pickup. The only one unsurprised was Mathis, some sort of weird paranoid animal cunning had allowed the monster to develop a crazy backup plan.
Who the hell kept that many explosives in a car connected to a pocket trigger? Slam the hand on the pocket and it all blows up? What if there'd been an accident on the way over? Trip on a shoelace, an explosive powerful enough to send out a shockwave that could knock people a block away off their feet? Inhuman and suicidal madness. Mathis was a mad dog, nothing more.
The explosion ripped through the street. Saul Liebetz, 71 years old, driving a Ford Focus near the crime scene struck his brakes quickly. The car was a gift from his grandson, a young up and coming Lawyer who wanted the old man to be able to get around Gotham. Saul had once served in the war, he once fought off a mugger in Crime Alley. . . he was a lot older now. He hit the brakes of the Focus, and was torn from the car a moment later, striking the ground, passing out.
There was a squeal of tires, the old man on the street was bleeding from the head from where it hit the pavement. The stolen Focus kicked up smoke as it moved quickly away from the scene, but it didn't get far. A sound of broken glass and crunching metal, an old Plymouth, rust colored and recognizable plowed into the smaller sedan from the cross street. There was the sound of skidding tires, the Plymouth came to a stop impaled into the now disabled Focus. If the driver was lucky, the city would pay for the repairs, but James Gordon knew that he was almost never that lucky. It was worth it, though, Mathis was a mad dog. . . and had to be stopped before he killed again.
The Commissioner pulled himself from out of the car, stumbling a bit, his glasses askew as he walked towards the stolen Focus, gun out and shouting "Out of the car, Mathis! You're under arrest! You have the right to remain silent! Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law." Mathis was dazed for a moment, his forehead bleeding from the crash, the airbag having helped prevent the worst of the damage. Gordon started to pull the dazed criminal from the car, pulling him to the side of the car. "Hands on the car!" He slammed Mathis into the side of the remnants of the Plymouth face down.
A normal man would have stayed down, but Mathis wasn't really a man, he was a mad dog. The elbow flew quickly, towards Gordon's side. Gordon knew his business, though, a quick block and a prepare for the followup. It didn't hurt Gordon, but it pushed him back slightly to loosen the grip on Mathis's arm. Mathis fell do the ground and started to crawl away, pushing himself up to run, laughing as Gordon held his gun out, shouting again "FREEZE! OR I WILL SHOOT!"
He didn't want to have to tackle the guy, Mathis paused for a moment, and then smiled "You don't honestly think that you can stop me, do you? This is only just beginning." He was coiled like a spring, ready to move, the madness of his eyes and the malodor of his breath infectuous.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 6:00:16 GMT -5
His ploy was a joke. Yes, he was wounded, but no, not enough for the rookie cops, no matter how many years on the force to fall for that. And off Mathis was running, no, hobbling, even after she'd landed two rather nice, solid thigh shots. Even as she took care to mention she wasn't that great with a firearm, she made sure very few knew how proficient she actually was. Renee knew. Bullock knew. A small other handful knew. She only turned to firearms when unable to fully defend herself. And at this point, with her ankle finally, finally on the mend she was incapacitated. And she loathed it to the depth of her bones.
The yelling was distracting enough that she finally stopped the projected shaking she was putting on. Stuffing her phone into her pocket she popped the door, gun still in hand as she stood and leaned against his car, fingertips brushing apologetically over it's maimed side as Harvey had ran like the wind to where she was, and Mathis...had been.
His little ploy had bought him minimal time to run. The detonation had been unexpected, but a simple twist had allowed her to press her body to the car frame, keeping her on her feet with a bit more intensity than being knocked off them.
Gasping as the wind was knocked from her lungs, she cursed under her breath, her head whipping around as she looked to see just what the fuck had happened. The force that had shown was now strewn around, tumbled like rag-dolls but climbing to their feet. It was a squeal of tires and the subsequent crash of glass and steel that caught her eye. Gun still in hand she stepped around the fallen officers and barely heard the shouting, her hearing compromised by the repercussions of the explosion.
It was a horrific scene; Gordon hovering over the suspect, shouting as if he could get Mathis to willingly comply with the rules. A man like this wouldn't just go quickly. Or easily. As Gordon maneuvered him, Selina raised the .38 and kept it trained on the man, not chancing anything on the fact he'd discharged a rather large bomb from his pocket. She was quite loyal to the GCPD, but they were clueless at times.
Once Mathis fell, and that final warning came, she didn't hesitate, watching the crazed man twist and attempt to run. It was a bit of an adjustment as she took aim; center mass, of course, and squeezed off two shots in rapid succession, capturing the man not in the heart, but twice in the lung as it punctured. The force knocked him back as he toppled at Gordon's feet, his asinine threats silenced once and for all.
She was sick of threats and those that didn't follow through on them. Everyone needed a little help from their friends now and again.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 15:51:59 GMT -5
Harvey caught a piece of shrapnel to the chest. It cut deep and hard and the explosion altogether knocked him down off his feet and to his back, a hunk of metal stuck into his chest. He looked down at the wound. He dared not remove the piece of metal just yet. Before the confusion could completely ensue and set in Harvey pulled himself up to his feet. He pulled himself over to Selina. He went to grab his own fire arm, but it had been knocked from his hand and he hadn't the patience to search for it.
He threw his arm over Selina, attempting to place some of his weight on her as it got harder to stand on his own. He yanked the gun from her a bit more roughly than he intended. He aimed it at Mathis.
"Die."
Harvey released the last two bullets in the chamber, both aimed without question at Mathis' heart and head. Harvey didn't give any fucks, he was done with this. As soon as he had a confirmed hit his grip on Selina went slack and he stumbled to the ground. he landed on his side, gritting his teeth at the piece of metal stuck in his chest scraped the ground. He growled and weakly pulled it out, even more blood flowing from it than before. He shook his head and pressed his own hand as hard as he could against it.
After a moment he ripped his shirt open to look. It wasn't nearly as bad as it felt. Harvey let a sigh of relief wash over him. It hurt like hell, but it wasn't all that bad. He slapped himself across his face, pulling himself out of shock, adrenaline pumping his system again. He holstered the gun he had taken from Selina and spotted his own. He grabbed it and held it at ready, coughing waiting for smoke to clear as he stood again.
"Everyone alright? Selina? Montoya? Commish? Bivins?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 20:56:49 GMT -5
A snowglobe in an earthquake tumbles off a countertop and rebounds off the ground... A vortex of glitter swirls in angry, chaotic, rushing spirals as the tiny snowman inside is uprooted, whisked this way and that by strong currents, in constant freefall as the globe bounces again and again and again... That's what Renée Montoya's head feels like. Her first confirmation that she's still alive is the horrible ringing in her ears. It's sound all too familiar, one that tells her that she has definitely, seriously fucked up again. Her heart is pounding, and she's hardly breathing at all. She can smell something... fresh, and something earthy. Cut grass and mud. That tells her she must have hit the ground. Then, the harsh smell of copper and the disgusting sensation of fluid in her nose completely blocks it out. Blood. Of course. The next step is finding her arms and legs... A faint twitch is enough to manage that. It also pushes her through step three: figure out if there's pain. Hey, guess what, there is. Still, Montoya doesn't let herself groan. The pain is harsh, but it's an all-over sort of pain. Nothing particularly sharp anywhere. That either means she's okay or that she's in shock. Either one means she should be moving. She pushes herself up onto one side and forces her eyes open. It's chaos all around her... Officers down. Bullock already back on his feet- He was further away than she was, of course- and rushing ahead... Not too far away, she can see Mathis ripping a civilian out of a car... But there he is, light shining off half-moon glasses, the mustache not hiding the gritted teeth... Gordon came to save us.The endorphins start to kick in. Montoya starts to feel a little giddy and more than a little loopy, but she's still got a job to do. She looks around quickly, trying to case the situation, counting the officers down, watching the officers still up... Her eyes soon fall on Selina Kyle. Gracias a dios, she's alright...... Wait... What is she...?The ringing in Renée's ears is too loud for her to hear the shots. But she can see the muzzleflash even through fuzzy, stunned vision. She turns too quickly and ends up dizzied for her troubles, but still figures it out nice and clear... Selina was gunning for Mathis. And from the looks of it, she hit. Renée's not even all that surprised. She's seen Selina shoot. Hell, she's even a little proud when she sees the shots drop the bastard. And then her partner has to spoil it all by doing something stupid. He takes his gun and... Still no sound. No sense. No nothing. Just the knowledge of what happened, information that's cold and grating and harsh. " ... Harvey, no," she whimpers, too quietly for anyone to hear.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 23:47:49 GMT -5
Bivins had wanted to pick up ice cream that morning, before he was called into work to do the casework. He'd thought about maybe getting Rocky Road, talking to his brother, nah, he's stupid. Maybe he'd go out after and meet the group, get some posting done, make a night of it. Work on solving the mystery, or just play some video games.
He saw the explosive, he saw it through the window, the wires, the tub. He recognized it, but a little too late. Turning and running as fast as he could, he tried to put some distance between him and the truck. He was fast, but he couldn't outrun an explosion.
In some ways, he was lucky, the back door of the van took the brunt of the explosion, blown off the hinges flying through the air. In other ways he was luckier. . . he didn't feel anything when the remnants of the twisted metal door smashed into his spine and the back of his head and pressed him into the pavement. He didn't taste the blood. He didn't hear the crunch of bone, he didn't feel as the nerves went white hot and then stopped firing. He didn't feel anything, really. The flash of nerves in his brain fired at a million miles a second, outrunning the impact. He smelled burning and then bananas, then thought "Mom was right."
Then he didn't think anything at all.
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