John Reese (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primary_asset) wrote2018-08-07 02:38 pm
primary_asset) wrote2018-08-07 02:38 pm
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It's funny, John thinks, that somehow, without even really trying, he's become the man in the suit all over again. That's not what they call him in Darrow, because the ski mask has become a necessity, the city being smaller than New York and given his current position as a rather well respected and properly feared homicide detective. When he goes out at night, based on information passed to him from his girlfriend -- the girlfriend he lives with now, making all of this vigilante stuff so much simpler -- he has to hide his identity or risk losing that job. That cover. He's not ready to move on from John Riley just yet.
So now he's the man in the ski mask, but it amounts to the same thing. He doesn't have any super powers, but there are people out there on the street who fear him all the same and they're right to. When he's wearing that mask, there are no rules, and the man in the ski mask doesn't take all that kindly to the criminal element that keeps trying to rise up in this city.
Darrow isn't home, but it's still where he is now, where there are people he loves. He'll do whatever he needs to in order to protect it.
Tonight he's working on a tip from Karen that a few men working for a prostitution ring were planning on moving some girls. She'd sounded uncertain as to the age of the girls, had told John it was likely they were at least eighteen based on what she'd learned, but there was enough of a hesitation in her voice that he'd read into it what he needed to. These girls might be eighteen, but there were probably others who weren't.
And either way, it was kidnapping. Forcible confinement. Prostitution.
The only good thing about working in Darrow, he's found, is there's nowhere for these scumbags to go. They're stuck here, the same as everyone else, which means when he finds them, they can't run.
Tonight he's waiting by what looks like an abandoned warehouse. He's found himself a dark shadow, his illegally obtained firearm lying against his thigh, his thumb on the safety. He's waiting, watching for movement, for a sound, but when it comes, it's gunfire. Not what he was expecting.
John sprints from the shadow, his mask securely in place, and heads for the building.
So now he's the man in the ski mask, but it amounts to the same thing. He doesn't have any super powers, but there are people out there on the street who fear him all the same and they're right to. When he's wearing that mask, there are no rules, and the man in the ski mask doesn't take all that kindly to the criminal element that keeps trying to rise up in this city.
Darrow isn't home, but it's still where he is now, where there are people he loves. He'll do whatever he needs to in order to protect it.
Tonight he's working on a tip from Karen that a few men working for a prostitution ring were planning on moving some girls. She'd sounded uncertain as to the age of the girls, had told John it was likely they were at least eighteen based on what she'd learned, but there was enough of a hesitation in her voice that he'd read into it what he needed to. These girls might be eighteen, but there were probably others who weren't.
And either way, it was kidnapping. Forcible confinement. Prostitution.
The only good thing about working in Darrow, he's found, is there's nowhere for these scumbags to go. They're stuck here, the same as everyone else, which means when he finds them, they can't run.
Tonight he's waiting by what looks like an abandoned warehouse. He's found himself a dark shadow, his illegally obtained firearm lying against his thigh, his thumb on the safety. He's waiting, watching for movement, for a sound, but when it comes, it's gunfire. Not what he was expecting.
John sprints from the shadow, his mask securely in place, and heads for the building.