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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]dodge_this_shot
2011-04-21 04:28 am UTC (link)
Clint is awake, but he's in no shape to stage any kind ambush. He's tied up too tight and his head is still spinning. He does, however, glare daggers at Bullseye.

"You're not gonna get away with whatever you got planned. You give up now, and maybe I'll leave enough for Daredevil when I'm done." Clint tells him.

He's not going to talk about Bobbi, because that will just betray how worried he is about her. If Bullseye grabbed any of his possessions from his bike, he'll find Clint's costume, as well as his bow and arrows.

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-21 05:59 am UTC (link)
Bullseye laughs.

"Really? That's the best you can do?" He does his best impression of Clint - albeit a highly caricatured impression. "Y-you'll n-never get away with this, you bad, bad, man!" Bursting out into peals of laughter, Bullseye rolls back onto his ass, kicking out his legs and sending one of them into his prisoner's stomach as he writhes with amusement.

"No, no, seriously, Arrow Boy. Tell me about this job 'a yours. Where were you supposed to be meeting the bird and your contact?"

Hooking the strap of a duffle bag with his foot, Bullseye dragged it toward him, bringing with it the quiver of arrows and a bow that was attached to it. Extracting the bow, he examined it's weight and pull, shrugging as he deemed it, and the arrows, which he also examined, more or less adequate, though they weren't what he normally used.

Turning to the bag, he unzipped it, hoping to find the costume. Or, barring that, a shitload of money.

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[info]dodge_this_shot
2011-04-21 06:27 am UTC (link)
Clint groans at the kick to his stomach, and though it hurts, the next thing Bullseye will hear is...laughter.

"You...don't know where you're goin' do you? You're so pathetic, it's laughable. Now, I'm no good at impression...but I learned a little somethin' about you when I researched who Osborn had take up my costume.

You'd be a real bad-ass if you had a set, Bullseye. Problem is, the only time you're ever really dangerous is when no one sees you comin'. You get off on that whole 'strike first' thing. Yeah, you can hit anything you aim at...unless it sees you comin'. How many times has Daredevil kicked your tail up and down Hell's Kitchen?

How many people do you sign up for jobs with that pay you to fail against anyone with a little bit of training?" Clint mocks.

Bullseye does find some Traveler's checks and Clint's costume.

"You wore that costume for months and all you could really do is be Bullseye playin' dress-up." Clint says.

"So, no. I ain't tellin' you nothin' about the job. Ignorance is bliss, and you look real happy right now, so I won't ruin it for you."

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-21 07:03 am UTC (link)
His expression darkens in rage as Bullseye's temper flares. He hates being mocked. More than that, he hates the mention of Daredevil's name. It's a sore spot - one he'll only get over when that freak in red is six feet beneath the ground.

"I think," he says, reaching for a silver case that is not that one he'd taken from Clint. "That you need to go back to school, Clinty-boy," he said. "Cos I think you got some things wrong when you was studyin' up on me. First of all." Bullseye opens the case and looks inside, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Extracting a twelve-inch bowie knife, he runs his thumb along the curve of the blade, lovingly. "First of all, he repeats. "It's not a very good idea to talk about the Daredevil around me - tends me make me a little cross, and then I'm not so incline to be a very nice guy. Second," with speed born of fury, which show hideously on his face, Bullseye points the blade downward and aims to pin Clint to the van's floor with it.

"It don't matter whether you see me comin' or not, jackass!"

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[info]dodge_this_shot
2011-04-22 03:08 am UTC (link)
Clint really doesn't have anywhere to go, but he's not going to let Bullseye skewerh him here, if he can help it.

He tries to drive both of his feet into Bullseye's stomach, but his injuries force a miscalculation, and he ends up attempting a kick at the man's kneecaps.

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-22 04:58 am UTC (link)
Bullseye jukes his legs to the left to avoid the kneecapping, though his right gets grazed by Clint's right foot. The blow is painful, but not unmanageably so.

Growling through gritted teeth, Bullseye's upper body swings around in a counterbalance, only now the large knife is now poised over the other man's gut. If he moved five inches, it would be embedded in Hawkeye's leg instead, and although he doesn't want to kill him... yet... Lester starts to cackle at the irony.

Clinty-boy shoulda just taken the knife in the shoulder.

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[info]dodge_this_shot
2011-04-23 01:01 am UTC (link)
Clint freezes as he feels the knife against his stomach. He would love to be untied and free to grab something and kick Bullseye's ass all over wherever the hell they are with it, but he can't.

He can't do anything and /that/ bothers him nearly as much as not being able to warn Bobbi.

"You better kill me, Bullseye, and then you better run. Because if I get out of here before you do, you'll wish you had." Clint says through gritted teeth, before he relaxes, giving up the fight...

for the moment.

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-25 04:01 am UTC (link)
The knife slides into Clint's stomach no more than three or four inches before Hawkeye retracts it. "Killin' you outright's not so much fun as lettin' you die nice and slow," he said, nonchalantly wiping the blade on his pants. Grabbing Clint's duffle bag, he dragged it with him to the end of the van and opened the back doors.

He'd parked with the rear of the vehicle up against a fence grown over with vines, affording them some cover, which came in handy now as he changed out of his own clothes and into Hawkeye's costume "Now, I'm not one 'a those right-wing guys with a agenda, like that nutball Osborn, gotta tell everyone what they oughta do, but it would really make this experience for me? If while you're lyin' here bleedin' to death, you think about the fact that at that very moment, I'll be killing your pretty wife." He slung the bow and quiver of arrows over his shoulder. "And I'll be doin' her a hell of a lot more slowly than I did you."

Bullseye grinned toothily.

Closing the rear doors, he went around to the side, facing the rear of the parking lot and yet another vined fence, and opened it. Disconnecting the jumper cables holding his bike in place, Bullseye slid it out and onto the ground, activating the pre-programmed GPS his contact had given him. He would have like to have stayed an questioned Clint longer, just for the pleasure of torturing him, if nothing else, but time was running short. He didn't want to be too late.

"I'll give the wife a kiss for ya'," he laughed, just before slamming the door shut on the bleeding man. "Bet she'll like it."

Seconds later, he was on the road again, heading for the meet point.

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[info]dodge_this_shot
2011-04-25 05:50 am UTC (link)
Clint does his best not to scream as the blade slides into him, though he does groan in pain. Bullseye's words only infuriate him more, and he tries to get himself free, though the wound throbs with each passing second.

That bastard is gonna kill Bobbi...and there's nothin' I can do about it.

Not unless he can get out of here.

Clint begins to struggle against his bonds, praying that he can get free before he dies from blood loss.

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[info]mocks_you
2011-04-23 10:04 am UTC (link)
The guy that she'd been asked to escort was no picnic to be around. Former arms dealers were always defensive and egotistical which meant he was making her ready for this job to be over.

Of course since she was currently selling weapons to allies and trusted sources to fund her own operation she was highly aware that she didn't have the highest moral ground to stand on right now.

"Keep away from the door. I'll answer it when the package gets here. Just sit down and let me do my job okay?" It seemed like the hundredth time she'd had to tell the man to go sit down and relax. It was probably only the fifth or sixth but see above with ego, defensiveness and lack of moral ground. It meant Bobbi was a bit cranky.

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[info]legends_misc
2011-04-24 06:38 pm UTC (link)
Ali Ahstaheen looks at the American woman with a little bit of annoyance. Women in his country were never so mouthy or disrespectful.

"Very well. Let us conclude our business so that we may go. Where is this courier, anyway? We are here on time." he says.

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[info]mocks_you
2011-04-24 07:55 pm UTC (link)
Gee shucks she was devastated that he didn't like her. And to think she'd been downright civil...for her anyway.

"We are on time and they're not that late yet. Five more minutes and we'll make our exit and assume they're compromised." He did have a point with the courier being late. They were professionals and being late was never a good sign.

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[info]legends_misc
2011-04-25 02:27 am UTC (link)
"This is not a good omen for business, but you have conducted yourself well, Miss. I must recognize that." Ali says.

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-25 05:52 am UTC (link)
Knock-knock, The wolf in sheep's clothing - or the Bullseye in in Hawkeye's clothing - announces his arrival, having parked his escape vehicle not too far from the exit, but not too close that he'll be seen running out. A variety of weapons are concealed about his person, in addition to the bow and arrows, and the stuff in the case intended for the arms dealer. Shot by his own merchandise - that would be an amusing way to go.

Adjusting his mask, Lester waits for Mockingbird to open the door, a small handgun at his side aimed her direction.

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[info]mocks_you
2011-04-25 08:45 am UTC (link)
She'd turned to look at the door when the knock came and gestured the man further out of the line of sight. He was right. This wasn't a good omen being this late and once her paranoia got it's dander up...well there was a reason she'd survived as long as she did with the Skrulls.

"Stay down." she stood against the wall and opened the door so that nothing was exposed as the door swung open.

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[info]legends_misc
2011-04-26 02:31 am UTC (link)
Ali does as he's told.

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-26 05:37 am UTC (link)
Bullseye doesn't actually believe he's going to fool a spy into believing he's her husband - especially once he opens his mouth; Lester's more a Bronx boy, where Clint's a clear Midwesterner. But she's got a gun aimed at him, and he's got a gun aimed at her, slightly more out of sight, and he hopes she'll either be too surprised by the costume to notice right away, or that she will notice, realize what it means, and keep her stupid trap shut, if she knows what's good for her.

"Courier," he says, grinning as he holds up the case.

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[info]mocks_you
2011-04-26 08:41 am UTC (link)
She's lived for several years on an alien planet as both a prisoner and a fugitive where everyone else there is a shapeshifter. One thing she's good at is noticing the details. Like that costume is authentic. There's a place that's worn from Clint's habit of rubbing his hand on his thigh to make sure his bow fingers are dry. It's not much but she can see it.

Then she's kicking at the imposter's head because whoever this is has Clint...maybe dead hopefully alive...but he's here to either take or kill the man she's protecting and that isn't going to happen if she can help it!

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-26 08:21 pm UTC (link)
He was expecting a reaction, but not quite a boot to the head reaction. Luckily, he was planning on ducking either way.

Bending backward beneath the swipe of her leg, Bullseye catches the heel of her boot across his forehead, and swears through his teeth. He doesn't want to give up the game yet to the dealer inside.

Continuing the turn till he's within arms reach of the doorknob, Bullseye reaches out and pulls the door closed, just in time to prepare himself for whatever her next attack might be. Before she can do anything though, he speaks through a grin in a low voice, filled with amusement.

"I'd think carefully before you do that again, pretty bird. We're wastin' valuable time here - time your ever lovin' is quickly running out of - if you take my meaning."

Rubbing his forehead, feeling for blood, Bullseye almost seemed to have lost interest in her when he asked, "In your shoes, I'd be asking myself what's more important - that piece of shit arms dealer your getting paid to protect? Or the husband who's bleeding out from a gut wound in a place he won't be found till it way too late to help him?"

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[info]mocks_you
2011-04-26 08:38 pm UTC (link)
Her first instinct was to scream in frustration and put her fist through the wall. Then maybe hand over the man she was supposed to protect to get Clint back. She wanted to do anything for him but she knew damn well if she handed over a life for his it would just put them further apart.

But he wouldn't be dead would he?

Instead she had to think. "What are you suggesting?" She gritted her teeth for the fact he'd called her pretty bird.

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-27 03:23 pm UTC (link)
"It's real simple, sweetheart," he promises her. "All you gotta do is-"

Something moves in his peripheral vision - first right, then left, and Bullseye says, "Aw, shit," as he draws the two guns at either hip. Crossing his arms, he fires on the security guards on each side as they move in to tackle him, flipping backwards as he does so.

The gunfire draws more guards, but this time, Bullseye is prepared - both with weapons, and a fierce grin. "Show me what ya got," he shouts.

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[info]mocks_you
2011-04-27 03:55 pm UTC (link)
Shit! Shit! Shit!

Bobbi threw herself back from the door to be out of range of gunfire. Bulletproof these walls weren't!

There was a tiny window in the bathroom but it was the balcony she wanted. She grabbed Ali by the arm and dragged him with her through the room and out the glass door. "Change of plan. Hope you don't mind heights!" The gun was holstered and she flipped the end of a drag line onto the balcony rail. "Hold on because letting go would really suck. Hit the ground running back to the vehicle. Once you're inside hit the radio and just say birdy needs backup they'll take care of the rest." She tucked the keyfob into his pocket with a little pat. "I'll keep things occupied here."

Not that he really had an option as she wrapped the line around his waist and shoved him over the balcony. The drag line would keep him from falling too fast and hopefully while she was playing with the jerk he'd get the back up and be locked in the vehicle safely. Twitchy could auto drive it if need be.

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[info]legends_misc
2011-04-29 12:38 am UTC (link)
"Wait, what do you mean---AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

This is all that Ali gets out as he's sent down the dragline. Later, if he lives through this, he will consider this the best move that Mockingbird could have made, because he doesn't want to be anywhere near that psycho.

When he gets to the car, he gets inside and radios for help, just like she told him.

Then he starts the car and gets the hell out of there.

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-29 04:30 am UTC (link)
Bullseye is annoyed. These guards are wasting his time, and the bird is prob'ly getting away with the arms dealer while he's back here, being held up by the Keystone Kops of the Security Industry.

He's picking off these guys like it's a game of Whack-a-Mole, and fun as it is to shoot their chubby little heads off and watch their brains ooze out their ears - Lester ain't gettin' paid for moles. He's getting paid for a bird, and the snake in the grass arms dealer she's protecting.

Huh. A snake. That gives him an idea for how to slot the guy; maybe he'll bash his head in, instead of shooting him. That's how you took care of snakes, right? Birds on the other hand; birds did get shot. But there were a lot of things you could do with birds. Bullseye grins. The possibilities are endless.

He's just gotta get away from these morons, first. Running around a corner, Bullseye darts into an alley alongside the building, then quickly scales the fence into the neighboring street. It the back of a restaurant, and the kitchen door is open, letting the loud noise come through. Pulling the pin on one of his grenades, he tosses it back over the fence so that it lands among the garbage bags he'd used to climb out, and walks away, just as he hears voices enter the alley at the other end.

When the explosion comes, Bullseye is back on the sidewalk, heading back to the main street to find Birdy and his target.

Around the corner shrieks a van with a Middle Eastern man at the wheel, his hands not on the steering wheel, which is nevertheless driving on it's own.

"GOD DAMMIT!" Bullseye shouts. "FUCKIN' A! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON THAT BITCH, I'M GONNA KILL HER SO MANY TIMES..." Bullseye inhales, clenching and unclenching his fists. Anger isn't gonna help him right now. He's got leverage.

Returning to where they'd began, Bullseye bursts into the room in a fury, guns at the ready. "Marco?" he snarls.

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[info]mocks_you
2011-04-29 08:47 am UTC (link)
She'd accomplished what she wanted...hopefully...and got Ali out of range. There was anger instead of any kind of gloating from him and that means her care package is probably on its way to safety courtesy of Twitchy. Of course now she had to keep the others from getting involved to keep Clint safe.

"Polo." She stood in the middle of the room with her battle staves out and ready in each hand while poised to move just in case he started firing. "So what was it you were trying to say while they were attempting to blow your head off?"

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-30 04:03 am UTC (link)
"You just killed your husband, pretty bird," Bullseye snarls, drawing a bead on her. "Just killed yourself, too."

Taking a menacing step closer, his anger melts into a grin of fervent anticipation. "Course, this might not work out too bad after all," Bullseye mutters. "I was only looking forward to killing Ali today. Since he got away, I've got two other birds to stuff and mount."

A thoughtful look enters Bullseye's eyes. "I wonder if anyone's tried that these days; mountin' a human head as a trophy? Doesn't seem too smart, does it? Let's see... I don't usually take souvenirs, but considering this is a double bonus for me, how about..." He looks Bobbi over for a moment. "Fingers, toes... they go bad to fast. A tongue - could preserve it, but ain't much to look at. There's alway's the eye's, but they're very delicate.

"Which brings us to the hair." Bullseye grins. That's it - " He puts away his guns and pulls out a couple of throwing knives. "I'm not gonna shoot you; not unless I have to. No, I'm gonna fucking scalp the shit out of you and leave you here to bleed to death, alone, just like your husband, unless you think maybe you wanna get smart about this and START WORKIN' WITH ME HERE!"

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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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[info]mocks_you
2011-04-30 05:59 pm UTC (link)
"Well chances are pretty slim to none on you catching him now that he's on his way to back up." Her face had gone flat and angry hearing him call himself Hawkeye. It was her turn to advance on him a threatening step.

"Where is he? Because I'll be just as happy to beat the answer out of you." Twitchy was taking the prize home she'd bet her favorite weapon on that. He and the others would want to see what she was up to in her spare time. "You prove to me he's still got a pulse and we can talk hunting down the target."

He was the kind to dangle hope when really all there was to find was a dead body.

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[info]bullseye_
2011-04-30 07:09 pm UTC (link)
"I don't know how you expect me to do that, sweetheart," he says. "Since I'm here and he's there - and we ain't exactly got phones, if you know what I'm saying. But I will tell you one thing:" Leaning barely an inch closer, he lowers his voice slightly. "You keep us dickin' around here, he certainly won't have a pulse by the time you ever find him.

"Also," his hands move, and something passes over her head, so close she can feel it brush her scalp. Behind her, Mockingbird would see one of his short knives embedded in the wall to it's hilt. "Keep moving closer - I'll have this knife buried in your heart before you can blink... and you know I can do it."

And, whether she did or not, it was all psychology. But, afterall - he is called Bullseye for a reason. He doesn't miss.

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[info]mocks_you
2011-04-30 08:54 pm UTC (link)
"And if you do that then you'll never find your prize." She wanted to punch him so badly right now and scream at him to tell her where Clint was. If she did that she'd be killing Clint. Assuming he was still alive.

"You have no idea where he's going or who will be there. But I do. I can help you find him but if you keep fucking around with the threats there's pretty much no reason to go on is there?"

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[info]bullseye_
2011-05-02 11:29 pm UTC (link)
"Nah," he shrugged. "I lose out on ol' Ali there, and I lose out on the job - unless you got some kind of communications device around here to your team. See, I know you ain't working alone these days. So I'm assuming you didn't just send the guy you were supposed to be protecting out on his lonesome into 25,000 square miles of unfamiliar desert without somebody, or something to guide him, right?"

Bullseye grinned, his teeth shining whitely. "I figure, I find something here to link back to your buddies, and I'll find my man sooner or later. Otherwise, I can just wait here till someone comes to claim your body, knowing eventually, they'll have to send someone to identify the remains, and I'll find your friends that way. It's a lot more work, but I'll still get my guy in the end. If not,"

He shrugged again, folding his arms and looking casual, but his taunt posture showed that he was ready to move in less that a moment's notice. "I still get to enjoy your death, and your hubby's, and at the end of things, that's a good day's work, in my book.

"But let's say we avoid all that, and you take me to him. I stop threatening you, you play nice with me, and this will all be over before you know it. I'll tell you where your sweetie is, and you'll have plenty of time to get to him before medical help is pointless.

"Deal?" He held out his hand, weapon free.

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[info]mocks_you
2011-05-03 12:34 am UTC (link)
Okay there was playing nice and then there was not a good idea. She looked at his hand with a brow up and that natural deep suspiscion on her face.

"But it's so much fun to send people out randomly into the desert to see if they can make it back out." There's a reason she has her code name after all. Sometimes she's just incapable of shutting up when she should.

"We have to do it right or they'll jet him off to the local agency branch. They're a paranoid bunch with good reason. Follow my lead and it'll go fast and easy. Otherwise finding the link to my people eventually or not you'll have to dig our arms dealing friend out of the middle of a helicarrier." Feeling like she was picking up a snake she put her hand into his.

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[info]bullseye_
2011-05-04 01:11 am UTC (link)
He liked her suspicion. It made him grin, wolfishly.

"Hey, I'm with you on that one," Bullseye say, shrugging. "Ain't nothing funnier than watching a guy run after you as you drive away with the only car in the desert. Unless he's tied up, of course."

He didn't withdraw his hand, waiting patiently as she set some rules he nodded through in apparent acknowledgment. "I do like a good challenge." He didn't shake her hand, so much as squeeze it. "After you, then."

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[info]mocks_you
2011-05-04 12:00 pm UTC (link)
"Come on we need transport since Ali took my car." She was stupid! Why was she doing this! FUCK!

Reaching up she tapped out a code on the communicator she was wearing to redirect it to someone NOT homebase.

"Hey this is Mockingbird the target fled the scene. I need transport to follow and complete the mission." She sighed as she looked at the person with her. "Transport for two."

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[info]bullseye_
2011-05-05 12:34 am UTC (link)
"We can always take your hu-," Bullseye paused with his trademark grin. "We can always take my bike," he suggested. "It's how I got here, it's right outside."

She may not like it, but for the time being at least, he and blondie were working together, and during that time, she'd have to identify him as her husband, the idiot Hawkeye.

"It'll be quicker."

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[info]mocks_you
2011-05-05 07:59 pm UTC (link)
To say she clenched her teeth would be to put it mildly. "Fine." Clint would be familiar with that tone and usually tried to go in the other direction when it came out.

"Forget the transport but stand by." She clicked off the communicator again. "Let's go."

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[info]bullseye_
2011-05-06 01:56 am UTC (link)
Yeah, well, Lester wasn't Clint. Opening the door, he held it open, bowing to her chivalrously. "After you, my dear."

The bike was still parked where he'd left it, a block or so down. Starting it, Bullseye grinned to himself as he waited for her to climb on. There were days when he loved his job more than others.

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[info]mocks_you
2011-05-12 10:01 am UTC (link)
With a look of distaste she got on the bike and balanced herself to hold onto as little of him as possible.

"Head southeast. I'll tell you when to turn."

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[info]dodge_this_shot
2011-06-05 09:26 pm UTC (link)
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