The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
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There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
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Sometimes these things happened quickly. Split second decisions saw everything over with before it really began. This time however it was as though time had decided to take a vacation. Andrew heard the men talking, one of them even coming close to where he was hidden. Seconds seemed like hours until the first gasps of pain were heard. Jorge had struck. The sounds of the struggle made Andrew want to leap out and aid Jorge. Only Andrew's trust of Jorge's experience and training kept him from moving during these moments.
When Jorge's voice finally reached him Andrew was more than ready to move. He emerged from the refuge of refuse just as Jorge was cut off. Just moments after he'd gotten out of the blasted thing a gun shot resounded off of the alley walls, followed by the skidding of metal on pavement. Andrew barely had time to register the situation. The leader of the group, the one that had had the gun, had apparently caught up and was strangling Jorge. Andrew could run over to help but he might be too late and the gun was only a few steps away.
Andrew moved quickly to scoop up the gun. He'd only handled one once when he was younger on his grandfather's farm. Still, he at least knew which end was which. He only bothered to aim enough to do his best not to hit Jorge and fired. Once, twice, all three bullets left in the gun sped through the air. Without sound protection the noise was nearly deafening. Two of the projectiles found their mark, red rosettes blooming quickly on the man's body where they entered. The third grazed his arm and continued into the brick of the wall. One had hit the shoulder, another the head.
He hadn't meant the shot hit there. Andrew hadn't been thinking, he'd only made a quick decision to help a friend. Yet all he could see was the blood on the body of the thug that was slumping to one side, his hands loose around Jorge's neck. Hopefully he'd been in time. Surely the man hadn't managed to choke Jorge long enough to do any permanent damage. He couldn't bring himself to go over to check. His body just wouldn't respond and the man was still bleeding.
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KA-BLAM! KA-BLAM!! KA-BLAM!!!
Near unconsciousness, the normally deafening sounds were barely audible to Jorge. Instead as he lay there, gasping and struggling for just one second of oxygen, all he could heard was silence in his ears. Through the blackness of the his oncoming strangulation, Jorge for a moment felt bad. He couldn’t protect Andrew. He couldn’t stay by Gemma’s side. Lizzie would lose the only man who she would ever let pet her. All these thoughts cause a tear to start in the corner of his eye…until he heard that drumbeat of gunshots. At first they sounded like gunshots striking metal, then…a release came over his throat. A sudden rush and intake of breath and Jorge curled into an uncontrollable coughing fit.
COUGH!! Couughh!!! Co-Cough!!!![/i]
Jorge greedily sucked in air as he held his own, now painful throat. He gulped remained on his side. He could still feel the weight of the man on top of him but there was something different. The thug had shifted and stopped choking him, but why? Why was he still just sitting there, straddling the detective and made not a single move to continue to kill him?
Then the smell struck him. That scent that reminded him of warm salt. That was followed by a drop which landed on his chest, quickly followed by another. It was only then that he was finally able to open his eyes and caution a look at his opponent. The man was slumped against the brick wall next to him with a vacant look in his eyes. The man’s shirt was stained with red. The crimson pattern spiderwebbed out, getting larger and larger to the point that his clothing became so soaked in it that it was dripping through. The worst was his head though. The exit would of the bullet was large that Jorge had to turn away his eyes. All he could see were strings of blood as they rolled down the features of his face.
With a steadying gulp, Jorge managed to pull himself out from underneath the thug. His back soaked by the water that remained on the ground, he breathed heavily as he pulled himself back just far enough to get his feet free. He stared at the vacant eyed look in the thug before he finally turned his eyes on Andrew. Did he see what happened? But, before he could follow that train of thought anymore, he noted the awkward position, the outstretched arms, and finally the smoking gun barrel that rested in his hands.
Andrew… was all he could think to himself as he glanced once more at the fallen thug leader and started to advance on his friend and sparring partner.
“Andrew,” he said in as calming a voice as he could muster. He stepped as carefully as he could next to the college kid and very gently placed his hand on the gun he held. His fists felt tight from holding the weapon. “Andrew, listen to me. You…need to give me the gun okay?”
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Andrew was doing everything he could not to look in that direction. Looking there meant looking at...what was left. He just couldn't do that right now. He was having a hard enough time just remembering to breath. He heard footsteps and half saw someone approaching him. It could have been the other men, come to avenge their leader or what not. If that was the case then Andrew would just take the beating. Those thoughts scattered as Jorge's voice pierced the shroud that seemed to have descended over him. So Jorge was ok then. That was good. Andrew managed to focus his gaze on Jorge, pointedly not looking past him. When Jorge asked for the gun Andrew released it willingly and slowly.
"It's empty anyway. I think."
Even he was surprised at how dull his voice sounded compared to mere minutes ago when he'd been complaining of hunger. Andrew certainly wasn't hungry now. The mere thought of food was abhorrent just then. How did other people do that day in and day out without going insane? The man was a criminal. For all he knew that gun had taken other lives before. Jorge was alive because he'd shot. Andrew knew that. At least two of those statements were fact and one was a good possibility.
Why then couldn't he look at the man's...corpse? He even had a hard time just thinking the word.With more willpower than Andrew thought he'd had he stirred to life and walked slowly around Jorge over to the body. The shot that ended the man's life had been one that hadn't hit where it was supposed to.
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>> "Would you call that a lucky shot Jorge?"
Jorge had said nothing. Instead he simply stared at the gun in his hand. Andrew had just saved his life…at the cost of someone else’s. He flashed back to his second date with Gemma and how she reacted to shoot Mittens. Then again, she didn’t kill him. Andrew had killed this man. The gun was heavy and felt hot at the barrel but cool near the grip. It was a feeling he knew all too well, after all he was trained to use a gun so such small details tend to leave your notice. This felt different though. It was more than just a piece of weaponry…it was laden with a memory, one that Jorge felt Andrew would never forget.
As he turned to look back to Andrew, he saw that the kid was now hovering closer to the body of the fallen thug.
“Andrew, get away from the body.” Though it sounded like a command, Jorge’s voice was just as cold. He really did not like this.
It was self-defense, the detective could run with that and the evidence at the scene would collaborate it. But it was not the scene he was worried about, it was Andrew. Taking a life was never easy, especially when that person had a personality like Andrew’s. The kid was barely processing it right now, so he seemed cold, but Jorge knew that look. Too many times he had seen it on the faces of rookies he had helped in training, or assisted when they got to their first call. Overload of information could freeze up the mind, compacting it down to handle later. Jorge did not want to see how Andrew would handle this later.
He sighed as he walked over to the body, passed by Andrew and knelt down. The man, the one who had just tried to strangle the life out of him, was definitely dead.
Jorge moved over to his gym bag which he had dropped and pulled his cell phone from inside. As he lifted it to his ear, he finally turned to look at Andrew and gently patted him on the shoulder to get his attention.
“Kid, I need to call this in. Just…go wait on the street okay?” he dialed the number but before it went through he looked again at the kid. “Thank you, Andrew. You saved my life.”
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 23, 2010 12:24:25 GMT -6
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After taking one last look at his handiwork Andrew complied with Jorge's directive. It was almost surreal how what had only minutes ago been known as a man or a criminal was now just known as the body. Apparently whatever had stolen the warmth from him had gotten to Jorge as well. Not that he could blame him. This wasn't exactly how he'd pictured the remainder of the evening.
"I guess dinner will have to wait then."
Andrew tried to smirk but it felt fake. For now it was easier to just not feel. He'd deal with it later like he always did. Jorge told him to go wait on the street and then thanked him for what he did. It had saved Jorge's life.
"We're square then."
If this was what square felt like Andrew almost preferred being the person rescued rather than the rescuer. He stared at the scene in front of him for a few more minutes before heading to the street end of the alley. Offhand Andrew wondered where the other thugs were. Hopefully they could all be found in the alley and locked up. Andrew waited for the inevitable police back up and statements he'd have to make. It was going to be a long night.
He couldn't foresee sleeping well tonight. Heck this was beyond even a couple of marathon baking sessions to fix. Maybe he'd get over it in time but right now Andrew leaned against the building and waited.
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Jorge said nothing else as he made the call. To be honest this was not his first time seeing a dead body, but it was still difficult. This kid, this young man that Jorge had agreed to help, to train him to protect himself, gunned down a man. It was not malicious, but still, taking a human life could be hard for the mind to handle. And Jorge had not wanted to put Andrew through that kind of trauma. This was life changing, not something that could be easily swept under the rug and forgotten.
As Jorge made the call, he kept glancing up street side and saw that Andrew was there, leaning against the wall. For some reason he could not take his eyes off of him. He felt bad…real bad at having put the kid in this situation to begin with.
Almost robotic like he made the call. He informed dispatch about the attempted mugging and the fact that now there was a dead body. Immediately the call went out and they would be there within minutes. After he hung up the phone, he glanced back to check and saw that the rest of the thugs who had jumped the fence were still knocked out. They would be out until back up got there.
Jorge kept his eyes on them as he and Andrew waited. Statements would have to be made, evidence would have to be processed. All the while he would not leave Andrew’s side. Though he knew the kid seemed fine…it wouldn’t last.
Before long the flash of red and blue lights filled the streets and Jorge made his way out into the street and found his backup, as well as the coroner pulling up to the alleyway. Jorge was quickly to pull his wallet from his bag and flashed his badge to the arriving officers. He directed them into the alley where arrests were made of the other crew members and as soon as they were pulled out, the crime scene people showed and started to process the scene. Jorge watched them in silence before he finally turned to look at Andrew.
“Sit tight, Andrew,” he whispered. “I’ll handle this.”
Jorge found himself drifting over to one of the officers to give his statement. It was the standard fair. He and Andrew were out walking when these thugs forced them into an alley. They tried to escape, fought off as best they could but the thugs were relentless. Then, upon being cornered, Jorge was taken down, nearly choked to death before the kid stepped in to save him.
The officer shook his head as he stopped writing and eyed Jorge closely. “Cervantes, what do you want me to do? The kid killed a man,” he replied in a harsh whisper. “I can’t bury this. One shot is self-defense, but three?”
Jorge shook his head as he pulled the officer aside. “Listen to me Hughes,” Jorge said as he lowered his voice as well. “The kid saved my life. He doesn’t deserve to get his name dragged through the mud for that. This was not done with malicious intent. Kid’s never fired a gun in his life, how many first timers have you seen accidentally squeeze the trigger more than once their first time? And besides, at that distance and the kid missed? He’s not a crack shot.” Jorge lowered his gaze and sighed deeply, hands on his own hips. “He’s lucky he hit the man at all.”
The other officer, clearly uncomfortable, sighed as he shook his head. He glanced over Jorge’s shoulder and eyed the kid before he began to write on the pad once more. “Self-defense it is. You better know what you’re doing Cervantes.”
“I said I’d take whatever consequences. And I will.” he sighed he nodded to the officer. “Thanks Hughes.”
Jorge turned back and headed back over to Andrew who looked to be almost forgotten by the rest of the officers there as they processed the scene. He stood in front of Andrew and watched his eyes carefully before he nodded over his shoulder.
“They just need to ask you a couple questions…standard, then we can go.” he said “You okay?”
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 23, 2010 13:40:40 GMT -6
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The cops arrived with a coroner. Jorge told Andrew that he'd handle it. Andrew just stayed where he was. His limbs felt like lead as he watched the police officers go about their work. All this because he'd shot someone. Andrew glanced back over to Jorge. The officer he was talking to looked like he was questioning something Jorge had said. Andrew wasn't close enough to hear but whatever that man had said got a reaction from Jorge.
If he had to guess Andrew would say that they were questioning Jorge's assessment. Did they want to put him down for murder or something? It wasn't like it was premeditated or anything. He had a tough enough time thinking about it now, let alone planning something like that. Andrew had panicked. That was pretty much it. Luck had done the rest. Though whether it was good luck or bad was debatable.
Jorge returned and Andrew looked at him and blinked. Questions and then they could go. Plus the obligatory are you okay. Andrew nodded in response to the first part.
"I guess. I'm alive and so are you. That's as ok as tonight is going to get. Let's just get the questions over with."
At the moment all Andrew wanted to do was get back to the mansion so he could have his breakdown in privacy.
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”Where were you standing?”
“Were the suspects armed?”
“Have you ever fired a gun before?”
“What were you doing out here?”
Jorge stood off to the side as he caught snippets of the questions that Andrew was being asked by Hughes. Jorge did not interfere and simply asked any other questions he was asked by other officers. But he was soon forgotten. Instead he simply watched as the coroner’s wheeled out the bagged body after the crime scene processors were finished. Cops hung around, another’s left on more important calls, but Jorge, Hughes, Andrew and only a couple others still remained. His questions had already been answered and he merely waited for Andrew to be done. The last thing he wanted to do this night was leave the kid to fend for himself.
At least he could give him a ride home.
He sighed as he wandered over to the alley, arms crossed over his chest. The crime scene people were still kneeling, picking up whatever evidence they needed to process. He was sure that the scene would collaborate the story, after all, that is what happened. But convincing someone, anyone that the kid did this purely out of panic-induced self-defense was going to be hard, even if it was true. Cops loved it when criminals were off the street…but not like this. Citizens should never take law into their hands, but this was not vigilante-ism. Andrew had not done this out of a sense of honor. He did it to save Jorge’s life.
The officer stood and watched as a CSI pulled blood evidence from off the brick wall and he had to turn away. Not because he was sick, but simply because he was tired of thinking about it. Over the years, Jorge had been able to compartmentalize his life. He could separate his work mind from his personal mind, but tonight the two were blurring bad, almost as much as when Mittens attack Gemma and him on that dinner boat.
“Why do they always come out of the woodwork on my evening’s off?” he muttered silently to himself.
“Cervantes!” Hughes called out and grabbed the officer’s attention.
Jorge turned and headed back over to him as Hughes stepped away from Andrew, effectively turning him loose. “I got everything I need. You two can go.”
“Thanks Hughes.” he wandered over to Andrew and stood next to the kid. The marks on Jorge’s neck felt redder, the bruise from his almost strangulation starting to form. He patted arm carefully on the arm and steered him back to the side walk. “Come on Andrew, let’s get out of here. I can give you a ride home.”
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 23, 2010 14:23:34 GMT -6
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Andrew answered all the questions put to him by the officer. He told him how he'd been hiding at Jorge's request and had jumped out of said hiding place to run when he heard Jorge's command. He went over how moments after that the leader of the thugs had tried to shoot Jorge and then, failing that when Jorge got the gun away from him, began strangling him. Andrew had been concerned he wouldn't make it in time to save Jorge and the gun was just laying there.
"I panicked. I wasn't thinking about how many shots to fire or anything. I've never shot a gun before. My grandpa had some and let me hold them once when I was little but that's all the experience I've had. I really didn't mean for that shot to hit his head. I just wanted to put a bullet in his torso to get him off of Jorge."
Once the officer was done asking questions he dismissed Jorge and Andrew from the scene. The further away from that place he was the better. Jorge offered him a ride home and Andrew gave him a grim smile. That would be so much better than catching a bus or train. Just now he was glad for the familiar company.
"Thanks Jorge."
Andrew glanced back at the scene once before nodding and turning to follow Jorge to where ever his car happened to be.
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>> "Thanks Jorge."
Jorge nodded. There was no need to thank him. If anything Jorge should be thanking Andrew again for saving his life, but as they walked back towards his Chevy Impala, the last thing the detective wanted to remind Andrew of was this night. The kid would have a hard enough time dealing with what he had done, not that he should feel guilty. But unfortunately good people always tended to feel guilty for the deeds they do. Jorge believed that down to his core because he had firsthand experience of it. Maybe he wasn’t the best and most saintly person in the world, but still he tried to do good as often as possible.
Then stepped further and further away from the scene and Jorge could feel his limbs started to loosen a bit. The whole incident had left him tense because of his fear for Andrew’s safety but not that things were calming down, his body started to weaken. He was sore from the running, he was sore from the fight, he was tired from the training, and his neck throbbed all the more.
Now I just want to go home, he thought to himself as he glanced over at Andrew.
The kid definitely had some guts. He was handling the whole situation well so far, but Jorge had to wonder how long that would last. He knew he lived at the mansion and that he had friends, but still, he felt partially responsible for this. He could at least offer an ear to listen if he needed it.
As they rounded the corner and passed the alley that started the whole mess, Jorge did not even bother to look into it. Instead he passed by as quickly as he could until he saw his car come into sight. It still sat there on the side of the street, quiet and patient as always. It’s black finish gleamed back at him, like a lighthouse in a storm. It was an enclosed space, a way out of here and something familiar all in one. He could not have been happier to see it.
Jorge came around to the side and tossed both his and Andrew’s gym bags into the backseat. Surprisingly they had not lost them in the chase. Once inside, he paused behind the wheel, not turning on the ignition or speaking after he buckled his seatbelt. He waited until Andrew had climbed in before he turned to speak to him.
“Listen, Andrew, I’m not sure what you’re thinking or going through right now.” he said as he ran his fingers absent-mindedly across the steering wheel. “You should not have been put into that position and I apologize for that. But thank you, for saving my life. To be honest, if I had been by myself, I probably wouldn’t be here right now. So…” he paused as he finally turned his eyes to the road. “Don’t let it eat you up, what you did. Sometimes…things just happen that way.”
With that Jorge turned the key and his car roared to life. With a careful look left and right, he pulled into the street and headed off towards Andrew’s home.
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In order to get to Jorge's car they had to pass the other end of the alley that had started everything. Andrew ignored it just a much as Jorge did. The man's car wasn't far beyond that. Jorge took care of their bags, tossing them into the back seat. Andrew climbed into the passenger side of the impala quietly. Before he turned on the car Jorge turned to him. Amazingly he apologized for what had happened as though it was his fault. He thanked Andrew for saving his life again and then told him not to let it get to him.
"Why should you apologize? It wasn't like you told them to hang out there and mug people."
Andrew thought over what he would say next. The forced calm that had kept him from reacting badly was starting to wear off and Andrew had to tense up his arms and curl his hands into fists to keep from shaking. He had shot a man. Worse, that man was dead. There were people out there that probably cared about him or depended on him. Now he was dead and they'd be getting a phone call from the police about it. He looked over at Jorge. He was a cop. By admission he'd shot people before, including a previous partner. How did he deal with it?
"How...how did you handle it when you first shot someone?"
Andrew's voice was as shaky as his hand would be if they weren't curled into fists. He knew he shouldn't feel this way. There were perfectly good reasons that he shouldn't. However he did and maybe time was the only thing that would dull that feeling.
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>> "Why should you apologize? It wasn't like you told them to hang out there and mug people."
Jorge let this comment drop. Andrew right, it was not like Jorge knew what was going to happen but he should have trusted his instinct. He should have walked the other way and dragged Andrew along with him. There was no need to have gone that way but Jorge had to stop himself and that train of thought. To be honest there really was no telling what would have happened if they had gone to other way. Could things have ended up worse? That was problem with fate, sometimes it just steered you into places that despite your best efforts, you needed to deal with.
Still he said nothing as he drove off into the street and headed for Andrew’s home. Though he was not one to heap guilt on himself for no reason, there were times where he felt he had to. He did not like destroying innocence or pulling people into situations with him that they were not ready for.
Then again…life was cruel.
>> "How...how did you handle it when you first shot someone?"
Fair question, Jorge thought to himself as he glanced at Andrew out of the corner of his eye.
It was expected that Andrew would ask him such a thing. He heard it more often than not, but usually they came from the mouths of curious school kids or women looking to date a man who had killed previously. It was not something he cared to talk about because truthfully it’s not something you easily get over. Especially the first one. Still, the kid had the right to know how other people handled this type of thing.
“I’ve been a cop for a long time Andrew. You have any idea what the training process is like? It can be rigorous, but I did it. They teach you about this, they try to train you to accept it that if you shot someone to save a life…you did it for a greater good. That if you run out of options and that is your last resort, then your simply doing your job.” he sighed as he gripped the steering wheel before he glanced over at Andrew. “That’s all bull.”
He shook his head as he turned a corner and let his eyes remain on the road now. The kid asked how he dealt with it. So he would say.
“It’s hard to turn that part of you off, Andrew. To deactivate that part of your brain that tells you that you’ve done something wrong. Truth is…it’s impossible. The few people who manage like that become either zombies or psychopaths or are at least seriously traumatized.” he sighed. “We’re human Andrew. I learned that a long time ago. First time I took someone’s life, it was in self-defense…just like tonight. Perp got a drop on me, I was too weak to use my abilities and he was going to gut me with a knife. My gun was within reach…I did what I had to.”
He sighed as he glanced over at Andrew. The kid was not trained, but as he just said, that usually meant nothing. It is a different feeling for everyone. Those who are essentially good normally get the worst of it. The kid was going to eat himself alive with guilt.
“Andrew…it’s different for everyone. But the one thing I can tell you is…if it hurts deep, right here,” He nodded matter of factly pointed to his own chest. “Then you’re feeling exactly what you should be feeling. The trick is…don’t focus on what you took away, focus on the fact that you gave someone a second chance.”
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He stared out the windshield at the road ahead while Jorge spoke. He focused on the words. He was not really seeing much of what was in front of him except colors and lights. Vaguely he wondered why they bothered to train cops on the subject if the training was in fact useless. Maybe it worked for some of the men and women who became cops. Enough that they could use the improved statistic regarding cops going nuts from killing someone to say they were doing what they could about it.
Jorge assured him that not feeling this was was frankly impossible. He seemed intent on reinforcing the notion that what he'd done had been done for self defense. That wasn't precisely true. It wasn't self defense. It was defense of another. Andrew looked over at Jorge. The phrase that had been running through his mind since those shots hit their marks ran through his head again. If he hadn't shot Jorge might not be alive. Turning back to the windshield Andrew held on to that thought. It was keeping him steady.
What Jorge said next was exactly what Andrew was doing to keep himself together. It would be a while before he got over it. In fact it wasn't hard to believe that he never would. However just like everything else he would learn to live with it and hope it didn't happen again. Andrew forced himself to relax and put it out of his mind for now. He buried the guilt deep so that he wouldn't have to feel it again for now. After a few deep breaths he managed a smile and focused on the good things of the night. He'd had a good work out with Jorge and even forced the old man to quit first. He'd held his own in a street fight without getting. That alone was pretty lucky. Jorge was live, if a little worse the wear.
"Never a dull moment around you huh?"
Maybe the joke was a little lack luster and poorly timed but he had to try.
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>> "Never a dull moment around you huh?"
It was ill timed, high inappropriate for the situation, and all around just in bad taste. But in the end, Jorge had to crack a smirk. He tried to mentally count how many times he had heard that question lately. For a moment he felt sorry again because if it were not for him, Gemma, would know what a normal date would be like. Andrew would have had just a regular dinner with a regular friend! But no, sometimes the fates just worked together to throw Jorge into situations that had to be anything but normal. He was lucky these people tended to handle the weird as well as they did.
He shook his head as he glanced out of the windshield.
“Well you know me, can’t have too much a normal life, can I?” he sighed in both humor and slight frustration.
Another glance at Andrew and Jorge felt that the kid would be okay. Yes, this was traumatic, and yes, it was going to eat him alive. Especially once he found a chance to simply sit still and breathe. But, though the first night would be horrendously tough, Jorge had a feeling that Andrew would be okay. He would make it through to the morning, then he would have to tackle another day…then another. It would be a touch fight…but the detective had a feeling that Andrew could take it.
“Sorry about dinner,” Jorge muttered as he continued on. “Might be better this way…Shady Dragon sounded…well…a little shady.”
The lights of the night drowned city flashed past him as he drove. The night was going by so fast and in a way, Jorge was thankful for it. The man nearly died after all. He would have to get his some ointment or something for his neck…or at least that’s what he convinced himself he needed to do. He was actually a little worried because he was going to have to tell Gemma about tonight. Then again, he was a cop…she knew there were risks, as evident by their encounter with Mittens.
He sighed as he drove on and muttered a little louder than he meant to. “Not looking forward to Gemma’s expression when I tell her this one.”
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 24, 2010 1:41:05 GMT -6
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Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
Andrew smirked a little. The joke had gone off, not entirely without a hitch but it worked. Jorge's response, with it's mixture of humor and annoyance, made Andrew stop for just a moment and give the detective the same clap on the shoulder he'd received several times.
"You aren't the only one. Comes with the territory of being a mutant I think. For all we know those muggers might not have been attracted by your bad luck but mine. I do tend to run into those types."
Jorge's apologies continued. This time about dinner. What was it with this man and apologies?! Not everything was his fault.
"What is it with you and apologies? Again, not your fault." the comment on the Shady Dragon did not pass unnoticed, "I thought that myself earlier. Who names their restaurant Shady Dragon?"
It still sounded like a name out of a bad film. The cheer Andrew was spouting was false, too happy for the situation and he knew it. But it was either that or dwell on what had happened. He couldn't do that yet. Instead he caught upon Jorge's murmured mention of a woman named Gemma and how he wasn't looking forward to telling her. Andrew only knew of one Gemma and she worked at the mansion as a councilor of sorts. He hadn't personally met the woman. What were the chances that she'd be the same Gemma?
"Gemma that works at the mansion, Gemma? The old man have himself a lady?"
Andrew shot Jorge a smirk with one brow raised. If it was the same Gemma then this would just be too weird.