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A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« on: February 02, 2019, 04:31:48 PM »
The Ivorian climate had marked Flint with a generous tan, the monster hunter lacking the paleness he’d had when living in Ireland. Sitting on the beach now, with an afternoon sun beaming on his face, reminded him of that, and a little smile danced to life on the monster hunter’s face. It had been two months since he’d moved to Yamoussoukro, and he was pleasantly surprised by how life there suited him. The Ivory Coast was teeming with exotic monsters, many of which Flint had only ever read about, and some of which he thought were the stuff of folklore. He’d only just started to realise how wrong he’d been.
   The monsters weren’t the only thing that’d drawn him there. The Sanctuary was a fierce one, led by some of the most powerful mages in the world. What was more, he’d had easy access to the counsel of his father and Roland Mercer, war veterans whose reason was difficult to argue against. Flint was viewing his time in the country as a great time of development. Development of his trade, and to a greater extent, development as a person. It was only recently that he’d realized this.
   Today he sat in Abidjan, on a pretty little beach overlooking the sea. He was hours from what was now home, but the drive back was a pleasant one. Lost in thought for a time, Flint was pulled to alertness at the sound of his phone ringing. Looking to the device, he smiled at the name ‘Hawkeye’ in bold type over a picture of himself and the doctor, drinks in hand at an old Irish bar. However, his broadening smile died at the tone in which his old friend spoke.

Something was not right.

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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #1 on: February 02, 2019, 11:30:47 PM »
London was dreary at best recently, and it mirrored Hawkeye's mood near perfectly.  Though his visit from Voluntas and Silas, what they'd brought forth offered a small window of distraction for the doctor; he was happy, and in his element, behaving like his old self once more.  Magical affliction topics, or a surgical procedure, was enough to keep his mind busy from the struggles his private life wrought him with.  Although, then came the offered favour in return, and he'd asked for confirmation... now, he wasn't sure whether he regretted his discovery of the truth, or if he was more angry than he'd initially been.
He was scared.  His sister's killer was practically an arm's reach away; the man and Hawks were in the same general area, and he didn't know what to do.  Lividness was a given, fear, and the constant feeling of needing to breakdown into tears was a constant.  Right now, he was relieved his nephew didn't have to see him in this state, however, Radar probably already knew how he was feeling anyway. That kid, ever since he'd mysteriously turned up on his doorstep, the night when...  if he thought about it now, he really would break down.  This information was breaking point.  Why hadn't anyone else discovered this, or caught him?

Rico Classified needed to be brought to justice.

The doctor had contacted his best man as soon as he was able to hold his phone.  For a surgeon, Hawkeye had remarkably steady hands, but the idea of surgical practice right now would be out of the question.  He was a wreck.  But he attempted to hold himself sure while he spoke to Flint; he was a rigid man with a mission,

    "I have a monster I need help with.  How soon can you get to London?"

The sanctuary would be where they met, in the conference room where Hawks plagued the space with the dark cloud that stubbornly clung to him. 
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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #2 on: February 03, 2019, 05:24:14 PM »
It had been the first time Hawkeye's voice had sent a chill down the hunter's spine. Gone was the jovial tone of a man all too aware of life's finer aspects; Murdock's voice was hollow, shaky. Against his instinct to ask if his friend was alright, and what had happened, Flint's jaw clenched, and he pulled himself into a stance.
"Give men ten".

In the ten minutes that followed, Flint was able to contact the teleporter Dai Swordstorm, who transported him to the meeting place agreed by the two men.  Flint thanked the teleporter, who handed him an arrow before disappearing once more. He and the doctor now stood in silence, and he set the arrow on the oval table before setting his eyes on Hawkeye. In a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, Flint felt out of place in the middle of a cool February London.

"So, what is it, Hawk?". He tried to sound strong, level-headed, but worry creeped up on the Irishman as he observed his friend, who was now uncharacteristically difficult to read

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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #3 on: February 03, 2019, 09:30:46 PM »
At Flint and Dai's sudden appearance, Hawkeye forced himself to stand and offer an unspoken greeting to the men.  Though, once Dai had taken off again, Hawkeye was left with a perturbed curiosity aimed at Flint's chosen attire. He did say London, right?
"I hope that's wishful thinking," Hawkeye tried to make light of it. Though he had a haunting feeling he'd just dragged his mate away from his R&R, this made him feel an extra bit bad. But Flint's query dampened any, and all attempts to try and hide his woe any way.  He'd brought him here, it was time for answers.

"It's," he sighs, and is unable to bring himself to meet his best friend's eyes; he just knew if he did, he'd lose it.  "I have a name," his voice was barely stable, "the, man who killed Lexis..."
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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #4 on: February 03, 2019, 10:51:50 PM »
A smirk creased Flint's lips at Hawkeye's jest. He was right, shorts and a t-shirt was going to be a pain if Hawkeye's monster was anywhere outside the building. Unless, of course, Flint managed to morph up some warmer clothes. He'd done so before, but more often than not he'd wind up with a pair of pants missing its backside. Perhaps he'd have to opt for his Summer outfit.

The brief and faint laugh shared by the two died down fairly quickly, and the tension in the air added to the dread in the monster hunter's chest. Hawkeye couldn't meet his friends eyes, and Flint raised a brow questioningly, dropping to a scowl when Hawkeye finally brought himself to speak.
"Who is he", was all he could manage before a lump in his throat stopped him from going on. The dread was quickly boiling to anger, and Flint wanted nothing more than to punch something in that moment. He restrained himself for the sake of his friend in need.

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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #5 on: February 03, 2019, 11:20:29 PM »
Hawkeye's gaze became distant as he looked back on the memory of his meeting with Silas.  The confirmation of the name. His name. And his location...  It still daunted him now; raking his insides with a chilling dread. He'd been so sure, he wanted to know with every fibre of his being.  He needed the closure.  But now, did it seem like the pain of knowing was worth it?
Hawk was no hero, and he was far from ever being a monster hunter.  He had no hope in hell on finding the murderer himself, let alone know what to do with him if he ever did find him.  Lexis had been the stronger of the pair; she had the strength and a stability that the doctor only wished he could summon right now.  Though, he opted for second best, and gathered his courage to be able to look Flint in the eye with a wavering certainty.

"Rico Classified, and he's," he was forced to swallow down a rise in his throat, "he's in London."

But he couldn't keep it together.  After all this time, after the void of not knowing who, or where, or how, they had their answer. 
The stress and anguish Hawkeye had been keeping to himself over the course of a few months burst through his barriers then and there in front of Flint.  There was no one else he felt he could truly let his guard down  with, and it'd been a long time coming.  The doctor sank back down into his seat; hands covering his face, and he let out all of his pent up anger and fear.  Sobbing like a child.
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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #6 on: February 03, 2019, 11:35:01 PM »
He'd never heard of a Rico Classified, but in the moment that didn't matter. Flint had never had a sibling. He'd grown up his parent's only child, and he'd not known his father too long when he disappeared. A decade ago he might have found it hard to understand Hawkeye's pain. The only person he'd cared about was Dai, and the swordsman was practically invincible. Now, after gaining so much... he couldn't begin to imagine what Hawkeye felt from losing Lexis, and to have finally identified a killer...

His friend broke down, a look of devastation pulling his head to his knees as he curled up sobbing. The Irishman moved to his friend's side, resting an arm on his back and bringing resting his head against the doctor's. They sat there for a moment, and Flint didn't say anything for a time. Then, he spoke delicately, as though to calm his friend.
"We'll get the individual of illegitimate birth, you and me", he promised. "For Lex".

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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #7 on: February 04, 2019, 01:11:54 AM »
The plane ride from Colombia to London was long, turbulent, and not at all something Ximena Ortez enjoyed. Maybe if she were still a mortal mage she would have simply taken a Xanax and passed out, but depressants were annoyingly ineffective these days. So she settled for a light snack on the way, a young girl from a village near where her base of operations was in Colombia, a tasty morsel, if a bit tough.
She returned to the cabin having cleaned herself up. Three of her elite Vibora bodyguard had accompanied her on this particular journey. All of them were vampires, only two were mages, one was an elemental woman named Ola, specialized in water. The other was a male Surculamancer named Vid. Both were members of Rico Classified’s former hit squad, highly trained, lethal, and just the kind of psychological weapon that Ximena wanted. Vid even had the same knife he had used to carve that lovely grin into his cheeks. 
The captain informed her that they were touching down in London soon, at Silas’ personal airstrip, her caramel brown knuckles turned white as she gripped the seat back, she hoped to whatever gods were above that Silas wasn’t personally there. As the plane landed she started to relax, if Silas was below he would have made his presence known. She nodded to her Vibora and they made their way out of the plane, it was gusting wind, the Colombian was thankful for her jacket. She pulled her sunglasses off, feeling they would make her even more conspicuous in the overcast weather in England.

”Three days!” He shouted over the roar of the engine.

”The Diabla Llameante can handle this. My assets are my concern.” She shouted back.

Silas simply gestured for her to come closer. She hesitantly obliged, making her way down the airstrip flanked by the Vibora, she put on a braver face than she had inside, she opened her mouth to speak again and pain exploded across her face as Silas slapped her across the face. Ximena went sprawling, scraping her elbow on the tarmac as she went down. The Vibora didn’t move a muscle, they just stood at attention, fearing reprisal from either of their bosses.
”Get up.” Silas said flatly.

Ximena did as she was told, pushing herself back to her feet with the unnatural grace that only a vampire could muster. She held Silas’ gaze even though everything in her wanted to turn away. 
”The witches bottle. Give it to me.” Silas said with an outstretched hand.
The Colombian vampire glared at Silas as she took it from around her neck, initially wanting to speak but deciding better of it at the last moment. 
”Good girl. Remember who you work for. Now go and fetch your dog.” Silas’ voice showed no emotion as he walked away. Ximena gestured for the Vibora to follow her to the two blacked out Chevy Suburbans further down the runway. What Silas wanted to do with the Witche’s Bottle she couldn’t comprehend, other than to humiliate her. Without a word her guards climbed into one of the SUVs and Ximena took the wheel of the other and they raced toward London, hoping to get a lead on Rico before whoever Silas had burned him too did.
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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #8 on: February 04, 2019, 01:26:19 AM »
The comfort was appreciated, and the doctor was soon able to breathe without raking his ribs.  He knew he could rely on Flint, even at his worst, but he shouldn't have to have this dumped on him, "sorry, for... Thank you."
Sobering, Hawks knuckles his tears away and centers himself with a shuddered sigh, "alright, I'm good. I'm good..." though he didn't sound so sure himself.
"So, ahem, a plan... I thought about accessing some medical records. There's bound to be information somewhere on this guy- have you heard of him before?"
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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #9 on: February 04, 2019, 01:35:32 AM »
Flint felt a little more hopeful  when Hawkeye rose. His friend was regaining some of his composure and he looked ready to get to work. It was strange, he'd never worked on a job like this with Hawkeye before. Usually he came to the doctor when he was injured, or when he needed a second opinion on the wounds of a monster's victims. Now... Now Hawkeye was joining the hunt, and it was personal.
"Medical records seem like the best route. This sanctuary is teched up to the nines so their database should be rich with intel. If we'll find any dirt on Classified, it'll be here."

Moving for the door, Flint asked "Just a name? No profession, place of origin?". The basic information would direct Flint to which contacts he should be getting a hold of. Sapphire was in the States, Dai was in Russia and his father was in Africa. He also had Monty Scarce and Scott Grin, two mercenaries who got around. If the sanctuary's records didn't prove helpful, then they'd have other options

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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #10 on: February 04, 2019, 11:53:03 PM »
Hawkeye was already tapping through his phone; accessing what he could via his personal device.  He gained a general description of the guy, "tall, ex-cleaver, ex-military, horrific wounds, and a mask.  He wears a mask," he looks up from the screen to Flint just as he'd asked his very helpful question, "just a name, sorry man.  My, source couldn't offer me anything more. A name and a location was all they could give me. And uh," he sheepishly looks back to the image that'd loaded, "he's in central London, near out location... look, he wears a mask!"

Their next course of action was to locate the nearest computer to access the sanctuary's expansive database.  Hawkeye, with his higher than average clearance, was able to access medical records and a few other interesting tid-bits.  However, after letting, or forcing Flint to have a look through the info, Hawk's attention lifted to a figure walking toward them.
The man was tall, well-built, and stalked the hall almost as if he had a personal vendetta with whomever got in his way.  He was grim, and his quickened pace told the doctor that the man didn't want to be hindered by a mere hello, though what struck Hawkeye out of all these traits was not the unnaturally blue eyes, but the mask.
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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #11 on: February 05, 2019, 10:49:37 PM »
The description didn't give too much to go on. The image Hawkeye had pulled up was that of a masked man, meaning they didn't even have a full portrait of the murderer's mug. Flint tried to drill an image of Rico into his head before they left for the medical archives.
As they moved, Flint wondered how he'd fare against Lexis Pistor's killed. The shapeshifter had been a formidable fighter, with a brave heart and a head full of sense. Getting the upper hand on her was a momentous task, even for a seasoned assassin. Whatever this Rico guy was, Flint would be careful in facing off against him. But then, he wasn't afforded much time to prepare for a fight.

"Hawk", he said, a shake in his voice. A man moved their way, a mask covering half his face. His stride was determined, his gaze set sharply ahead of him.  A predator. There was no mistaking that Rico Classified was about to move past them. It seemed all to surreal. Here the pair of men were, about to delve into a sea of medical records, when the man they were after was under the same roof. At first sight, Flint felt as though his heart skipped a beat, but the shock quickly subsided.

He drew the arrow from his pocket, morphing it into a full quiver and looping it over his shoulder. A trick he'd done a hundred times before. Quickly he pulled another arrow, and this one morphed into a perfect mnemosium bow, the limbs sharpening into deadly edges. Finally Flint drew one last arrow, drawing it back in the blink of an eye, poising it at Rico's chest.
"You can run and hope I miss if you like", he growled. "I'd be more than happy to turn your back into a pincushion"

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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #12 on: February 05, 2019, 11:16:42 PM »
The masked man barely registered the pair ahead of him as he was set on escaping from the complexity of the sanctuary.  first floor, two corridors in, it wasn't hard to retrace his blind steps, though there was security, the administrator, and-  this knob jockey.
Rico caught a glimpse of the paled doctor, though his attention was solely focused on the apparent stronger of the pair.  The more immediate threat.  In an instant, Rico's eyes began relaying information about Flint Deadshot; his magic, ability, current residence, Sapphire Knifepoint, etc.  Simultaneously, Rico brought out his arm in an expertly fast reaction as a Sig Sauer appeared within his clutch.  His level aim was poised on Flint, and his finger primed to pull the trigger.

Hawkeye on the other hand, he was frozen on what to do.  He was merely a doctor, skilled in the art of biology and craftsmanship with a scalpel.  Now that Rico had been identified, he was at a loss on what to do next-  but one question became apparent in his mind, why was the guy here?

Rico's head tilted slightly, as if taunting the Irishman; try me, you Irish blardargark.  His cybernetic eyes narrowed, judging how ballsy Flint would be in this narrow space.  He didn't like his chances, Rico was a wanted man after all, so after a moment's calculative thought, Rico fired and sent a bullet into Flint's bow holding shoulder.
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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #13 on: February 05, 2019, 11:38:54 PM »
The gun appeared from nowhere, and in an instant Flint heard it fire. Pain flared down his arm and he cried out as he dropped the bow, releasing his grip. The arrow zipped upwards, embedding itself in the ceiling above Rico's head. The monster hunter crouched low, gritting his teeth, daggering his eyes into Rico's. He raised his uninjured arm, extending a hand towards the arrow in the ceiling before clenching his fist shut.
A small concussive blast pulsed from the arrow, enough to disorient Rico momentarily. If it hit home it would give Flint the chance to recover and close the distance between himself and the assassin. He could only hope he was good enough with one arm.

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« Reply #14 on: February 05, 2019, 11:53:22 PM »
Of course, his aim was impeccable.  The man would survive, and Rico was planning on moving on when the bolt that'd narrowly missed him exploded with a short burst of energy.  The effective wave had Rico flinch; disorientating the man and causing him to duck. 

Hawkeye was immediately assessing Flint's shoulder, "fishing- flint there's no exit wound-" but it was no used trying to get through to him. Flint was set on Rico, so the bullet would stay embedded. A local and tweezers was what he needed, and for Flint to not be in combat-

Rico was rendered to a crouch with a rasped growl of detest. That individual of illegitimate birth had caught him off guard, and he shot a dagger glare back at Flint.  He had no intention on feuding with these men, he just wanted to go home...
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