[b]Flint Marrow and [/b][color=f7941d][b]Riddley Storm[/b][/color] (Collab with Chulance)
[indent]Faster then a speeding bullet, more durable then a locomotive..not really, but the Tesla was nothing to sleep on. After his conversation with Diana Sullivan was on high alert, and it seemed he'd finally had a lead on someone with powers. None other then the woman he was researching earlier Riddley Storm. One of the advantages of his vehicle was it's anonymity since it didn't make sound. "So this is where she's most likely hiding." Flint parked the vehicle, and gripped his weapon. He'd purposely not called in any back-up, he had ulterior motives in dealing with Riddley.  The first thing he checked was his glove compartment making sure he had his wet wipes chemically dosed with sedatives. 

He made sure the weapon was in reach, as well as checking for his taser and canister of tear gas. Depending on how this confrontation went he’d need the whole trifecta not to mention his back-pack. He tossed both straps over his arms, and turned his vehicle off grabbing some binoculars laying on the dash board. “Let’s see if my hunch paid off.” According to his research from his brief investigation it seemed she was moving in camera blind-spots, and with his knowledge of the city he’d pulled up to the most likely location where  she could be within the vicinity of the man who was killed by her power. 

“Come on baby come out, we need to talk.” He muttered to himself once again checking to make sure his tesla was completely off.

[color=cccccc]When Riddley had first arrived back at her safehouse--a small and empty warehouse more comparable to a shed than house--she undressed and burned the clothes she had been wearing during her shenanigans earlier. While she wanted to follow up with a proper shower, she settled on wiping the soot off her face and hands with a wet rag before dressing again. She wore plain but comfortable clothes: light jeans, a t-shirt, boots that were heavy enough to break toes but not so heavy that they slowed her down. Under the back of her shirt, a handgun with ammo to spare in her bag. To top it off, she hid her bright hair under a plain brown wig and her eyes with large sunglasses. It would have to do until she made it out of Georgia. 

She managed to pack light: she was wearing her spare change of clothes, so she only packed her mother's laptop in the book bag she had. A few products for hygiene were already to go along with a few hundred remaining in cash. Riddley took one last look around the warehouse and decided against setting it ablaze. They would no doubt figure she had been there, whether or not she destroyed what little evidence was left.The hair under her wig was still damp when she was ready to leave. 

Riddley glanced to the watch on her wrist; it had maybe an hour after the man's true time of death. She didn't put enough faith into the feds, nor local law enforcement, to expect anyone to be outside to confront her. She had heard no movement outside anyway, save for the usual sounds of a city in the evening. So, confident she was about to make a clean break, Riddley took a sigh of relief and stepped out into the open.[/color] 

Flint was bidding his time wisely, and getting ready to act, hoping he'd made the right move.  "There she goes, time to handle this." Flint turned his silent vehicle on, and turned the volume knob up to the maximum. "Let's go Flint." Reaching in the back seat he grabbed a riot gun and put the tear gas canister in the center. He fired the tear gas cannister right in-front of Riddley, and turned his volume up to max, before playing a pre made recording. "YOUR UNDER ARREST!!!! DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RESIST! " 

Zooming forward into the smoke screen, he tossed the riot gun in the back-seat, and tossed his back-pack to left him on the driver side floor mat.  As the recording turned off he swerved through the smoke near Riddley. "HEY!!!! If you want to live and get away hop in my car now!!"

[color=cccccc]Riddley's gaze snapped to the cannister just as landed in front of her, then about at her surroundings to find the source. However, the smoke erupted too quickly, and she groaned--sounding more annoyed than panicked. "[color=f7941d]Oh come on,[/color]" she complained, squinting and shielding her mouth and nose into the crook of her elbow. How did they find her already? She coughed, starting to move back toward to the warehouse she had come from-- when a car appeared in the smoke. 

She squinted at the driver, debating whether or not to follow his oh-so kind suggestion. Her eyes were watering from the tear gas and she could barely see, and it was growing harder to breathe. She glanced back for her former safehouse, then back to the figure of the driver she couldn't make out.  "[color=f7941d]Fine, okay--[/color]" she coughed, grasping for the door handle twice before successfully opening it and sliding in. "[color=f7941d]Drive, drive, drive![/color]" she said, door barely closed after her.[/color]

"Shit" He floored it pressing his foot against the gas, and driving as fast as possible to get away from the situation. [i] I can't believe it worked I'm really getting away with this, everything according to plan [/i]  "We're going we're going!" Within a few minutes they'd made their way out the smoke screen and Flint was doing at least 80mph despite being in a residential area getting out of the smoke screen he could see the effect the tear gas had on her. "Damn it, you really need to stop learning to mind your damn business! Shit isn't safe for people like us anymore! " He said implying that he was one of them as he kept racing down the streets in the Tesla, reaching in the glove compartment he grabbed some wet wipes handing them to her.

[color=cccccc]Riddley stayed low in the backseat, but raised her head just enough to look through the the back window. Removing her sunglasses, she watched as the smoke screen and warehouse disappeared quickly behind them. She squinted a bit, worried about the lack of pursuers, but was ultimately relieved as she sat back in the seat. She coughed and shifted where she sat, allowing herself time to breathe normally again. 

At his criticism though, she rolled her eyes and shook her head a bit. It seemed like he was talking about her scuffle in the alley. "[color=f7941d]I couldn't do nothing--and I didn't know he had powers,[/color]" she said. She added a "thank you" when he passed  back some wet wipes. She took the moment of safety to shrug off her book bag and wipe her face clean.

"[color=f7941d]Who are you anyway? Why'd you jump in and save me?[/color]" she finally asked when she could properly breathe again. She glanced to his mirror then around the inside of the Tesla.[/color]

[i]And now comes the hard part huh, well I've made it this far. [/i] Flint was focused on the road as he was zooming through the streets, he had her trust, but trust wasn't going to be enough to protect him from getting burned to a crisp once she found out he didn't have any powers. "Your welcome,  you can thank me more by being safe. My name's Dean." He decided to go with the name of a fictional character who's looks he'd always been compared to, he could see the resemblance but he didn't agree. Maybe his real name would work, but he didn't want to take any chances of her connecting any dots.

In the distance they could hear fake sirens, Flint had Diana call in a fake police report of an empowered individual on the loose just to stop any further suspicion from being aroused. He pulled up in the parking lot of a safe house and turned to face Riddley. "Also one last thing, I'm going to apologize in advance, but one way or another I did save you." Now was time to give up the guise she'd fell for his ploy and used his chemically doused wet wipes so the sedative drugs would begin taking an effect she'd be out in minutes if not seconds.

[color=cccccc]"[color=f7941d]Apologize?[/color]" Riddley repeated, her gaze still flickering about as she leaned forward a bit. She grew still when she spotted the riot gun. Then her eyes moved to the wet wipes in her hands. And as the realization dawned on her, a smile came to her face. She grinned harshly at him through his mirror, eyes glowing gold for just a moment as she tried to fight the sedative--and then she was out.[/color]

"Awhh shit she's gonna want to roast me on fire, come on Flint your gonna need your A game for this one, not like the flirting you did with Amber at prom." He muttered to himself as he watched her succumb to the sedative. "Fuck...." His heart was racing as he'd seen her eyes glow in the rear view mirror. " I was almost a roasted fed, okay, now for the even harder part." He went to pick her up and put her over his shoulder.

“Ugh” He grunted as he kept her over his shoulder. “Heavier than I thought, it must all go to her hips, cause she’s not chubby. The chicks always weigh like 120 in the movies.” He complained to himself about the difference between cinema & reality as he took her inside the safe house. An hour later she would come to hand cuffed to a table in a room with one exit in a dimly lit room with fire proof glass. Outside the room Flint was sitting typing away at his laptop, and saw she was coming to. He reached over and pressed a button allowing his voice to be heard in the room through an intercom.

“Wake up sleeping beauty, sorry about the wet wipes honestly I didn’t think I’d work, but Plan B was riskier.” He reached for his back-pack he carried in the car earlier and took out a fire extinguisher. “So your probably wondering what the hell is going on huh.”

[color=cccccc]Riddley blinked awake, finding herself sore from resting against such a hard surface. She was still disorientated when the man's voice spoke to her through an intercom, and when she tried to stand, she found herself bound to the table. Frowning, she looked around the rest of the room--it was small, makeshift. She didn't see any of her belongings, but she wasn't taken into proper custody. "[color=f7941d]Hm,[/color]" she mused with a twitch of her eyebrows. "[color=f7941d]What do you want?[/color]" Her voice was still groggy from being knocked out.[/color]

"Sex." He said with a cheeky smile as he looked at her. "Well that, a corona ice cold bottle no draft,  and a cheeseburger I love cheeseburgers, but you can order whatever you want on the menu if your giving it up." He leaned back in his chair and turned his laptop around so she could see he was looking at her file. "So since I'm being honest with you can you do the same for me, and we can both walk outta here on mutual terms.  First off real name's not Dean, it's Flint, Flint Marrow,  I work for Legion, also work for the CIA just like you use to.  Now I really do get in between your leg, but I'm almost 80% positive at this point you just wanna roast me like a marshmallow at a campfire so maybe we can revisit that in the future, so instead how about I save your life again, and you save mine?" He said the last statement in an inquisitive tone wanting to see her response which would dictate how he'd further respond. 

[color=cccccc]Such are men. Riddley rolled her eyes and tugged at the handcuffs as he rambled about burgers and beers. Though she looked back to him when he gave his real name--it sounded familiar--and her gaze hardened into a glare at the mention of Legion. "[color=f7941d]You're Legion?[/color]" she questioned, doubt in her voice. Questions filled her head--she had suspected the only thing Legion wanted for her was a bullet between the eyes. But he had her here alone, taking precautions against her powers rather than simply killing or properly capturing her when he had the chance. Curiosity had the best of her.

"[color=f7941d]Okay, Flint,[/color]" she relented. "[color=f7941d]I'm listening.[/color]" She shifted to get as comfortable as she could cuffed--he liked to bullshit, so this could take a while.[/color]

He was happy with her reaction it wasn't all bad or at least as bad as it could be considering the circumstances, maybe she saw he just didn't want to be a wooden log in a camp fire. "Alright here's the thing I'm not some low grade take orders Legion grunt who gets yelled in if he clocked in at 8:01 instead of 8:00, I'm with the big boys. ." He closed the laptop file feeling as though he made his point and didn't need it anymore. "Your trained in espionage like me so you know I could have put a bullet in between your gorgeous eyes but I choose not to. Legion wants you dead, but I don't. I knew your mother personally, we worked together, it's a shame she died,  that's why I need your help." This was it, the selling point. "I can pardon you for the murders not just the Legion agents, the whole apartment, besides one of the guys you killed he owed me $150 dollars he didn't plan on paying back and trust me I know how much we get paid every week he could pay it back so we can write him off. I don't think your all bad, in fact I'm working to stop the registration bill from getting passed. But there's a very dangerous super powered person I'm dealing with, and there trying to take over the Salzaras Cartel, one of the most notorious, if a super powered bastard gets control of one of the biggest drug cartels in the world, we're not just in sheets creek, we're all the way up its ass."

Reaching over he grabbed a bottle of water he had on his desk and took a few sips. "I've got the immunity pardon paperwork in my drawer right now, help me stop this person and you get a fresh start, you'll even get put on salary last I haven't checked indeed recently but I hear the fugitive position isn't paying well these days."

[color=cccccc]Riddley listened patiently, maintaining a poker face as he went on and on. Despite the wildness that came with power over fire, Riddley was surprisingly cool. Even when he mentioned her mother, she didn't bat an eyelash. "[color=f7941d]This sounds a little good to be true, Flint,[/color]" she finally responded, looking to him. "[color=f7941d]Like you said, I killed three of your men and dozens of innocent people. I can take on another super, no problem, but I have a feeling you're just playing nice to get what you want. What will happen to me after I help you? Paperwork is great and all, but Legion isn't exactly on the books from what I can tell.[/color]"[/color]

"Ah Ah Ah, Legion isn't on the books, but the CIA is." Another cheekly smile popped up on his face.  "As for playing nice to get what I want, that's generally what I do with the ladies but I was up-front gotta keep the honesty flowing."  He looked over the paper work to make sure it said what he needed. "You didn't kill them it was an "Accident", you understand me.  Oh and one last thing before I came in there take off those cuffs Human Torch,  I put a little micro chip in your neck and in the event that I wind up as charcoal, our buddies at the CIA just press a button and let the ricin flow through your blood." Although he had put a micro chip in her neck, he'd went against the CIA's wishes, and instead put in a harmless micro-chip it was a bluff, just in case the CIA decided his hired help was too dangerous.  "That being said, am I good to come in, and show you the papers, or are you still gonna try to imitate the music video for Nelly's hot in here?"

[color=cccccc]"[color=f7941d]Is your microchip fire proof?[/color]" she asked, a smile on lips as she tilted her head.[/color]

"Damn it, alright look lady you got me beat." Flint sighed, people always told him he was going to Hell, but he really hated fire. Paperwork in hand he made his way into the room with the key to the cuffs and sat at the table. "I'll call the Director to send your first check, or you can yourself." As he said that he stuck the keys in and removed the hand cuffs handing her the paper work." So how about it? Let's stop a deranged super powered sociopath from taking control of the most powerful drug cartel on the planet, and potentially stop an all out war between mutants & humans, I like X Men, but I think in real life you guys as an army is gonna smoke us every time."

[color=cccccc]"[color=f7941d]You're right about that,[/color]" Riddley agreed, watching him as she rubbed at her wrists. She was impressed to see him walk in after all the precautions he had taken, but her eyes remained a passive brown. "[color=f7941d]Thanks,[/color]" she said again, taking the paperwork to look it over. She relaxed a bit, her neutral expression and tone allowing some lightness--she felt genuinely relieved that she had a way out. She couldn't have run forever.

After some time, she nodded slowly and snatched a pen from his pocket to sign the papers. "[color=f7941d]Yeah, I'm in,[/color]" she said, scribbling her name and date where it counted. 

When she finished, she returned the paper and pen. "[color=f7941d]And it really was an accident,[/color]" she added hesitantly, watching the other. "[color=f7941d]I didn't mean to kill anyone.[/color]"[/color] 

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm sorry about the cuffs, and I understand if you don't wanna use any of my napkins or drink any of my water." Again trying to diffuse the situation with humor, he'd never been a coward but in this situation he felt real primal fear. Here he was with someone who could literally burn him with her thoughts.  "Well I believe you, ever since I read your file that was my hunch,  that and I only tracked you down because you set a repeat sex offender on fire." He couldn't help but feel a little bit more relaxed even though he wouldnt' let his guard down. "Come on let's go grab a bite to eat, cheeseburger,  steak, tequilla, no panties owed."
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