The Agent (Lindianne Parker) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
divisionary) wrote2016-05-20 10:21 pm
divisionary) wrote2016-05-20 10:21 pm
Matinee
For once, the streets are quiet.
Between the rescue mission at the trainyard, the storming of the WarrenGate power plant, and the skirmish at the New Law tenements, there's been a lot less movement in the city the past few weeks. The Rikers have retreated to lick their wounds. The Cleaners have gone quiet (or as quiet as a gang of men on garbage trucks can be). Even the LMB have stopped rattling their sabers from Kips Bay. It isn't a real peace. There's still a lot left to do. But for now, the JTF is breathing a little easier.
Not Lindianne, though. Ever since she came limping back to base with Voodoo and the others, she's been on strict orders to take it easy. She's had her nose set and it's healing well. There's been no need for her to head outside the wire. There's no imminent threat to the base or to personnel. So she's been spending her time trying to help in smaller ways.
And slowly going stir-crazy.
Right now, she's deep in conversation with one of the civilians. "Look, uh, Finnegan," she says with a shrug. "I know you guys like that movie. But maybe, just maybe, we can watch something other than that one about Luna Park?" He looks a little annoyed at the suggestion. Lindianne sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. "Yeah, I know. It's either that or everyone starts arguing again. I get it. Just... think it over, okay?"
He doesn't answer; all he does it raise his eyebrows, then turn and head back towards a knot of civilians. Lindianne, meanwhile, sighs. She sequesters herself out near the supply room with a dog-eared paperback novel somebody scavenged from a nearby drugstore. It's a terrible read, but it's better than having to deal with the same damn movie for the 800th time.
What she'd give for something else right now.
Between the rescue mission at the trainyard, the storming of the WarrenGate power plant, and the skirmish at the New Law tenements, there's been a lot less movement in the city the past few weeks. The Rikers have retreated to lick their wounds. The Cleaners have gone quiet (or as quiet as a gang of men on garbage trucks can be). Even the LMB have stopped rattling their sabers from Kips Bay. It isn't a real peace. There's still a lot left to do. But for now, the JTF is breathing a little easier.
Not Lindianne, though. Ever since she came limping back to base with Voodoo and the others, she's been on strict orders to take it easy. She's had her nose set and it's healing well. There's been no need for her to head outside the wire. There's no imminent threat to the base or to personnel. So she's been spending her time trying to help in smaller ways.
And slowly going stir-crazy.
Right now, she's deep in conversation with one of the civilians. "Look, uh, Finnegan," she says with a shrug. "I know you guys like that movie. But maybe, just maybe, we can watch something other than that one about Luna Park?" He looks a little annoyed at the suggestion. Lindianne sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. "Yeah, I know. It's either that or everyone starts arguing again. I get it. Just... think it over, okay?"
He doesn't answer; all he does it raise his eyebrows, then turn and head back towards a knot of civilians. Lindianne, meanwhile, sighs. She sequesters herself out near the supply room with a dog-eared paperback novel somebody scavenged from a nearby drugstore. It's a terrible read, but it's better than having to deal with the same damn movie for the 800th time.
What she'd give for something else right now.
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The Last Man Battalion doesn't do quiet. They don't do subtle. If they wanted the last of the JTF out of the borough, they would have pressed their advantage already. Something is definitely wrong. But what are they waiting for? What could possibly holding them back from making a move?
It can't be fear about the SEALs. If that were true, they wouldn't have made their play to kill Mother on his first full day in the city. They're not afraid of the United States military. And they're definitely not afraid of her.
Well. Whatever it is, they'll find out eventually.
She turns back towards Voodoo, Rabbit, and Preacher. She gives them a quick, easy little smile. "Like we're never not ready to go," she cracks. "But... well, he's right." She glances over her should back in the direction Mother left. "Maybe I'll help out with patrols. Just get a feel for what's going on out there."
But for now... for now, it's time to relax.