Winter City: snapshot
Jun. 24th, 2006 04:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardI'm leaving early tomorrow morning for San Francisco, at which point in time I'll be going to Stanford University for three weeks. I should have internet access.
Also, fic, but not much.
After three uniforms lead a cuffed and subdued Evergreen out of the hotel, Danny steps into the alley out back, which is mercifully free of reporters. It's stopped snowing for the time being, so he takes advantage of the occasion to light a cigarette, flinging the match aside into the beaten snow and watching it splutter and go out.
When he was recruited to the MCU, Taylor hold him to quit smoking, that it would slow his reflexes. Danny had looked at him, bemused, and asked if the file he'd pulled had said exactly what Danny's superpower was. They ended with a hardwon compromise -- Danny wouldn't smoke on the job, and Taylor wouldn't interfere in what went on when Danny wasn't working.
Technically, right now Danny is still on shift, but Evergreen's out of his hands and headed for a nice padded cell in Salamis, so Danny figures he's owed a five-minute break from reality. Besides, it's not like Mac will ever know; he's not a telepath. Danny expels a perfect smoke ring into the air and wonders if he can make a ship.
"You done for the day, Messer?"
Danny glances up; Breakneck drops from the fire escape above to the ground in front of him, straightening after she hits. The cold weather doesn't appear to affect her; she's in skintight black leather, but she's ben wearing that since late September, when she discarded the fishnets in favor of pants.
"Gotta get back to the precinct and write up reports," he says, blowing a smoke ring at her. "Nothin' for you to do here; I already took care of Evergreen."
Breakneck shrugs. "Good to know she'll be off the street for at least a week." She's one of the few capes in the skies not a meta, and for someone who carries a bow and arrows, she's remarkably non-fatal. Her codename refers to her rooftop risks, not her predilections. "I guess you took her down as Detective Messer of the NYPD, huh?" There's something oddly sad in her voice, although Danny can't understand what her face is trying to tell him, hidden as it is by the mask. Besides, he's always been crap at reading people, masked or not.
"I am on duty," he says. "Hang on --" as Breakneck poises to leap upwards into shadow. "I get off in an hour. Meet you on Wall Street?"
Breakneck nods. "It's a date," she says, and she's gone.
Danny doesn't blink at her abrupt departure, just drops his cigarette and crushes it out iwth the heel of his shoe. When he leaves the alley, it's with a bounce in his step.
And then he too is gone, although he vanishes in a blur of brown wool.
Also, fic, but not much.
After three uniforms lead a cuffed and subdued Evergreen out of the hotel, Danny steps into the alley out back, which is mercifully free of reporters. It's stopped snowing for the time being, so he takes advantage of the occasion to light a cigarette, flinging the match aside into the beaten snow and watching it splutter and go out.
When he was recruited to the MCU, Taylor hold him to quit smoking, that it would slow his reflexes. Danny had looked at him, bemused, and asked if the file he'd pulled had said exactly what Danny's superpower was. They ended with a hardwon compromise -- Danny wouldn't smoke on the job, and Taylor wouldn't interfere in what went on when Danny wasn't working.
Technically, right now Danny is still on shift, but Evergreen's out of his hands and headed for a nice padded cell in Salamis, so Danny figures he's owed a five-minute break from reality. Besides, it's not like Mac will ever know; he's not a telepath. Danny expels a perfect smoke ring into the air and wonders if he can make a ship.
"You done for the day, Messer?"
Danny glances up; Breakneck drops from the fire escape above to the ground in front of him, straightening after she hits. The cold weather doesn't appear to affect her; she's in skintight black leather, but she's ben wearing that since late September, when she discarded the fishnets in favor of pants.
"Gotta get back to the precinct and write up reports," he says, blowing a smoke ring at her. "Nothin' for you to do here; I already took care of Evergreen."
Breakneck shrugs. "Good to know she'll be off the street for at least a week." She's one of the few capes in the skies not a meta, and for someone who carries a bow and arrows, she's remarkably non-fatal. Her codename refers to her rooftop risks, not her predilections. "I guess you took her down as Detective Messer of the NYPD, huh?" There's something oddly sad in her voice, although Danny can't understand what her face is trying to tell him, hidden as it is by the mask. Besides, he's always been crap at reading people, masked or not.
"I am on duty," he says. "Hang on --" as Breakneck poises to leap upwards into shadow. "I get off in an hour. Meet you on Wall Street?"
Breakneck nods. "It's a date," she says, and she's gone.
Danny doesn't blink at her abrupt departure, just drops his cigarette and crushes it out iwth the heel of his shoe. When he leaves the alley, it's with a bounce in his step.
And then he too is gone, although he vanishes in a blur of brown wool.