Shots Fired [Rory]

[Tristan Hardy]

just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero...

Tristan was just easing the man down into the back of the car when he heard the gunshots. His hand automatically dropped to his service weapon, head ducking and thumb popping the button that held the firearm holstered to his hip. The patrol car was likely the safest place right now, so he patted the man's head. "Sir, I'm going to need to ask you to stay here and keep your head down while I handle this. This is for your safety and mine, so please, just wait here while I handle this." After he got a vague noise of consent from the drunkard, he trotted around to the front of the car, grabbing the radio. He gave his position and the code for shots fired, requesting back-up with his body in autopilot. He was quite able to handle this. The only question was whether he was going to take Maximus with him or not. Another set of gunshots and a feminine scream made the decision for him. "I'm taking Max. Hurry." He tossed the radio back into the car, drawing his weapon and trotting off, Maximus scampering at his heels. His combat boots moved quickly over the ground, and in the back of his mind, he could hear his old partner yelling at him to get down and get out. But what was important right now was to save lives, and that meant taking care of the source of the shooting. No matter what it took.

Words;; --- Tags;; Sage Melbourne Lyrics;; "Everyday Superhero" by Smash Mouth Template by Kuroya Notes;; Lazy puppy is lazy and doing speed threadz with the kitty nao

trying to save the world but never really sure...

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Rory scoffed, his eyes glancing upwards at the darkening sky that hovered over Hiroshima. One would have thought that the stars would shine bright in the night sky, but with the lights that flooded the city it was almost impossible to see that beautiful spectacle anymore. Of course the seventeen year old thought it was a bit of a disappointment, but he had to admit, it was certainly better than being trapped outside of the walls. Ever since the war had began, travel had become dangerous and others had to rely on tamers to protect them for the protracted journey between cities. It wasn't pleasant and it certainly wasn't safe, but he and so many others like him did their best to keep the roads safe.

This night however, he was free from duty - the Wall Corps. were a competent group and could certainly hold their own against anything that attempted to get into the city. However, that didn't mean that everything was okay within the city's interior, especially not when the shrill voice of a woman screaming echoed through the streets. The sounds pulled Rory from his thoughts, quickly looking around in an attempt to discern where the noise had come from.

"Rosemary, we're going." He spoke quickly, taking off for the direction that he assumed the noise was coming from. As Rory approached however, the seventeen year old noticed that some authorities were going to get in his way - the kid wanted this fight, and he wasn't about to let some shitty officer get in his way. The white haired boy ducked under the police officer with relative easy, taking off down the alley - "Go after the gunman," Rory ordered.

The smaller male didn't even need to look behind him to know what was happening; instead he rushed forward at his target - pouncing when he heard exactly what he wanted to hear. "Vine whip!" He grinned from ear to ear, watching thick grin vines ensnare his victim just before the boy knocked him to the ground, fist raised and a wicked grin on his face.

"Oi, lend me your cuffs would you?" Rory asked, barely looking over his shoulder to cast a glance at the officer. Even while he was on vacation, the boy found himself to be working - then again, who could call it a vacation when he had to battle his way to the city?

[Tristan Hardy]

just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero...

Tristan was almost there at the gunman, and he opened his mouth to order the man to stand down from where he was standing in front of a cowering woman when suddenly there was some kid ducking under his arm and straight into danger. "Shit, no, kid, come back here!" the American cried, diving forward to try to grab the other, but he wasn't quite fast enough, the younger's jacket slipping through his fingers. "Max!" he cried, and the Labramon barked, legs pounding faster as the canine Digimon shot past his Tamer. "Retri Bark!" the Rookie howled, sending a sound wave to incapacitate the gunman right before the vines came up to take out the man. Still, the Labramon was growling, trying to get his jaws on the man's wrist to hold him still, back paws kicking the gun out of reach until it had skittered to hit one of Tristan's boots, just as he'd been trained to. "Not a chance, kid," the American shot back, digging around on his belt until he located an evidence baggie, placing the gun inside it and sealing it. "My jurisdiction, my custody. 'Rather not let 'im get off just 'cuz you wanted to play hero." He then snapped his gloved fingers, the leather partially muting the sound but making the canine Digimon's ears perk up regardless. "Max, heel." He scrawled a quick set of initials, TH, on the baggie next to the time and then handed it to the Digimon. "Guard." Satisfied that the evidence wasn't going anywhere, he then sauntered over, rolling his eyes. "Not even close to how you cuff a man either," he muttered to himself, scowling. He was going to have the district attorney on his ass, again. And it wasn't even his fault this time!

Words;; --- Tags;; Sage Melbourne Lyrics;; "Everyday Superhero" by Smash Mouth Template by Kuroya Notes;; Lazy puppy is lazy and doing speed threadz with the kitty nao

trying to save the world but never really sure...