Superheroes: A Western Moment
Aug. 27th, 2014 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zeeth_kyrahIt wasn't that he wanted the gold. It wasn't even that he wanted me to give him the gold. It was that he wanted me to give it to him at gunpoint. I just wasn't going to let that pass unremarked.
He waved the gun toward the countertop behind me, where the open bag rested. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?" I considered answering sarcastically, but this wasn't the time.
"I'm actually waiting for you to do something besides threaten me," I replied. "I'm not giving you anything if you're going to do that. We're on the same team, for gods' sake, it's not like you have to do this."
He pressed the gun into my face. "Just do it."
It's nice when your enemies forget that you had training in close combat. I snapped my hand up, taking hold of his wrist, then beat it on the countertop. He pulled the trigger in what I still presume was an accident, then dropped his weapon. I kicked him away, then picked up his share of the gold -- a statuette worth quite a lot just for the artist's name -- and smacked him with it as he threw himself at me. "There's your share. I hope a little pain and damage was worth this; you're off the team as of this moment. Get out."
He bent his lips in a snarl, but he took the statue, then turned and walked away. I immediately picked up the pistol and looked to see what had been shot. If I was lucky, it would just be a plaster job and not something more vital to the building. Not that I could stay there after that fight.
After a bit of investigating, it turned out the bullet had gotten stuck in a thick wooden support beam. Nothing to be done, I supposed. With that in mind, I packed up and left, hiding the safe-house key in a new location in case it became safe to visit again.
Thoughts of alchemy danced through my mind as I left the town behind. It was time to go to work again.
He waved the gun toward the countertop behind me, where the open bag rested. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?" I considered answering sarcastically, but this wasn't the time.
"I'm actually waiting for you to do something besides threaten me," I replied. "I'm not giving you anything if you're going to do that. We're on the same team, for gods' sake, it's not like you have to do this."
He pressed the gun into my face. "Just do it."
It's nice when your enemies forget that you had training in close combat. I snapped my hand up, taking hold of his wrist, then beat it on the countertop. He pulled the trigger in what I still presume was an accident, then dropped his weapon. I kicked him away, then picked up his share of the gold -- a statuette worth quite a lot just for the artist's name -- and smacked him with it as he threw himself at me. "There's your share. I hope a little pain and damage was worth this; you're off the team as of this moment. Get out."
He bent his lips in a snarl, but he took the statue, then turned and walked away. I immediately picked up the pistol and looked to see what had been shot. If I was lucky, it would just be a plaster job and not something more vital to the building. Not that I could stay there after that fight.
After a bit of investigating, it turned out the bullet had gotten stuck in a thick wooden support beam. Nothing to be done, I supposed. With that in mind, I packed up and left, hiding the safe-house key in a new location in case it became safe to visit again.
Thoughts of alchemy danced through my mind as I left the town behind. It was time to go to work again.
