Ride the Lightning
Ohm 3.5
Seriously, are you, like, snorting pure caffeine or something?
Dad was waiting for me when I got home. It shouldn't have caught me by surprise, I did call him. Still, when I came through the door to the sounds of the television and my dad sitting on the couch waiting.
Hmmm... is this before or after Emma's visit, I wonder?
For the record... this is a really nice showing of what people are like after something bad happens to/around them. Usually, you see stories either go with the immediate freak out or they just never touch on it. But this... this is a lot closer to reality. A little bit of time... and THEN people fall the fuck apart, once they're no longer in immediate danger.
"I have to walk by that spot several times a week. I wish I could say that you will forget it Taylor, I really wish I could. But that would be a lie."
You know, it's rare I get to be happy at Danny inclusion in a story. This is one of those times. Good job, Guru.
"I will tell you that you can come to terms with it and learn how to move on. Taylor, if you are serious about this hero thing, you will have to learn how to do that."
From what I can tell from my interactions with emergency responders and the like... a SERIOUSLY dark sense of humor is the first step. Let me tell you my collection of dead baby jokes, Taylor! You know, to help!
Private message from MissMilitia:
MissMilitia: Flash, I was given this account name by Assault. If this is you, please tell me where we last spoke.
FastestGirlAlive: Brockton Bay General. In an office off of the main ER.
MissMilitia: Thank you. I wanted to tell you that our people have finished with your costume. It's been processed and cleaned and is ready for pick up.
FastestGirlAlive: Oh good. I've been running around in costume 1.0 with a handheld police scanner. Going backwards is such a pain. How do I get my stuff back?
MissMilitia: It is in evidence storage at the PRT Headquarters downtown. Let me know when you can come by and
MissMilitia: Just a moment, they are paging me.
MissMilitia *New Message*: You're here right now aren't you?
MissMilitia *New Message*: ………
*wild, hysterical laughter* Well, what ELSE did you expect, MM? Seriously. This is the girl who does cross-country sprints for FUN.
I refused to wear the Velocity hoodie on sheer principle,
Good for you, Taylor! Don't you give any legitimacy to that third-rate knockoff! ...no, I don't care he was around first! The point stands!
"Is she expecting you?
"Ummm, probably not, but honestly she should be."
This is 10000% TRUE. Hell, MM should have been expecting her before she finished the word "up."
"Honestly? Nerves. I'm kind of new. They pulled me off the street and put me on lobby duty for a couple of months because of it."
Oh.
"Well Agent Walterson, as one newbie to another, I can understand jumping the gun and making mistakes. No harm, no foul?"
I held out my hand towards him.
For the record? I REALLY like Taylor's increasing camaraderie with the rank and file of the various organizations. Like, Piggot can get fucked, but the street level troopers are increasingly cool with the Flash. I foresee this being a thing that becomes important at some point in the future. ("What's that, Director Piggot? The Flash? No, Ma'am, we weren't able to find her. Yes, Ma'am, I'm aware that you'd really like to talk to her. I understand. Yes, Director. No, Director. I understand, Director. *click* Anyways, Flash, now that we're done with THAT... buy you a coffee?")
"Ok Flash, do you have any weapons to declare before stepping through the detector?"
"Nope, left them at home."
Booo! You lost the chance to flex your arms and declare "Just THESE guns!"
"I would thank you for coming so quickly Flash, but it has actually caused a little bit of a problem?"
W-well, you should consider it a compliment! It's just that you're... you're so DREAMY....
"We didn't have a chance to set up a good excuse to try and strongarm you into the Wards again."
Now you could leave and come back, but that would mean having to go through security again.
The security that consisted of stepping through a metal detector, getting a badge printed, and signing a piece of paper? THAT security? Oh, the HORROR of that security process! The NIGHTMARE!
The other option is that you hang out for an hour. Maybe take a behind the scenes tour, get to know some of the people who are here to help you protect the city.
"Sign a few papers to conscript you into our group of child soldiers*coff*the Wards. Meet the Wards."
I still wasn't entirely sure what needed my costume for anyway, it's not like any of the blood on it was unaccounted for. Still, as far as I could tell they were within their rights to take it, as unusual a step as that may have been.
Eventually, she's GOING to figure out why they took that costume. And she's GOING to be PISSED. (I can't wait.)
"Meaning that, whoever made the fake dispatch wanted the Flash in that park, at that time. Furthermore, if the Flash was for some reason not out and about at that time, this unknown person or persons was potentially willing to shoot up a park of bystanders on the chance that she would show up."
Coil? Or (far more likely) that nice lady in the suit who's discovered that using the DNA left behind on that coffee cup she "threw away" for Taylor in San Fran to clone more of her doesn't bring the Speed Force along with the clone and is now desperately trying to figure out what the hell is going on? (Because I'm fairly certain that Path to Victory will get an Out of Cheese error when trying to truly plumb the depths of pure BULLSHIT that is the Speed Force.)
"Was that a Glock 19?"
The Protectorate Heroes eyebrows rose in surprise.
"It was."
"I don't suppose I could see you shoot at a few targets?"
Taylor is a fan of Dat Recoil. *eyebrow waggle*
"I…..don't think that would be a problem. Stand over here."
Miss Militia gets a LOT of requests for her to just... shoot guns while people watch. Sometimes, the people asking are even wearing pants!
Miss Militia walked forward to the firing line. Holding the glock in a two handed grip, Miss Militia lead with her left foot, weight on the toe as if she were prepared to take a step. In one smooth motion the gun came up and she began to fire, a series of evenly spaced and rapid thumps in my ears marking the smooth rate of fire.
Ahhh, a modified Weaver. A good choice. Very fine vintage, with a lovely recoil absorption and good return to target profile. None of that that CAR bullshit for Miss Militia, no sir! She's a lady with STYLE!
I was whistling alot today. I only saw 5 holes, but I knew all 17 rounds had passed through the target.
Um. the standard Glock 19 is a 15+1 pistol. Unless she's using a G19 +2 mag OR a G17 mag (since a G17 is a 17+1 pistol). I am more inclined to believe that you meant 16 rounds up there, because I refuse to believe that Miss Militia wouldn't carry one in the pipe and a fully loaded mag at all times.
(And before one of you says something like "Maybe she's using a G22 or G24 with an extended mag!", let me invite you to go shove your head in a wood chipper, Miss Militia is too god damn classy to even TOUCH something chambered in .40 Short&Weak!)
"That was seriously impressive Ma'am. Was that a fighter's stance?"
Actually, if you want to really tell if someone knows what they're doing... look at their GRIP. The stance tells if they've bothered to learn anything... the grip tells you if they've bothered to WORK AT IT. Because, let me tell you: The proper grip takes some god damn serious practice to get ingrained. ...and that's AFTER you've overcome the bullshit that half the people with a gun have picked up from shitty TV and movies.
"I've been shooting for a few months now. Completely non-cape related. I use a glock 19 by the way, that's why I asked."
Ah, Glocks. The Tupperware of guns. Ugly, a trigger that breaks like oatmeal, and as reliable as a butler in a 19th century play. ...seriously, I don't know what it takes to make it so a Glock won't fire, but I suspect it involves a hydraulic press. I've put thousands of rounds through mine and the only FTFs or FTEs I've ever had can be directly traced back to operator error. (Limp wristing, mostly. A G19 does NOT like that, not at all.)
"Would you like to put some rounds down range? We still have about half an hour. We can do this, then I can show you where the Wards are based out of."
I almost said no, then thought, "when else am I going to get this chance?"
"Sure."
Annnnd... Team "Fast Draw" is on The Chart!
"Why do you think she's here?"
Conversation momentarily stopped as the collective Wards realised it had been Shadow Stalker who asked the question.
"It says here 'Get her uniform back and then, in teeny-tiny letters "Have a run in with the girl who bullied her into Triggering".' Huh. Weird."
I could see Kid Win in his distinctive red and gold body armor. Good colors those.
*snicker* That's a nice touch. I like that.
"That's actually why I'm here. There was an….incident the other day."
"What kind of incident?"
"Oh, your usual one that ends with me covered in blood after a playground is shot up. That sort of incident."
Not surprisingly, she arrived much quicker than anyone anticipated.
Taylor ALWAYS co-*feels the mod's glares*-ARRIVES quickly!
I reached out to take his hand. Just as I was about to clasp it, I noticed Vista's eyes widening, her mouth starting to open. I yanked my hand back as quickly as I could...leaving behind my glove, suspended in the air, grasping Clockblockers hand.
My eyes went wide.
"What the fuck just happened?"
Well, either we just found out how fast Clockblocker's power propagates through a material and the answer is "Slower than your Speed Force enhanced reaction times" ORRRR... The Speed Force is currently holding Clockblocker's Shard against a wall and repeatedly kicking it in the nuts while screaming "Who do you think you're trying to fuck with, punk?! Huh? WHO'S YOUR DADDY! SAY IT! SAY IT!"
Either way, I'm okay with it.
"Bullshit. That's what just happened."
Son, you haven't even SEEN bullshit, yet. You haven't seen bullshit until you've seen the Flash evacuate an entire city before a nuclear bomb has enough time to fully detonate in it.