7865/that pizza looks like a target

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that pizza looks like a target
Date of Scene: 13 June 2019
Location: Angelo's Pizza - Brooklyn
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Deathstroke, Fiona Glenanne




Deathstroke has posed:
It is night already, or at least, past sunset... Angelo's pizza shop is, now, emptying down to a reasonable amount of people entering and leaving, not as many as in dinnertime, but then, in the city that never sleeps, everyone eats and drinks whenever they want. One of the customers, tonight, is known by many as Richard Layne, succesful businessman, rumoured to be tied with some not very legal groups, and actually enjoying a pizza sitting next to the outer windows of Angelo's.
And he is in the exact center of an highly precise sniper rifle's scope, with Deathstroke lying on his belly on a rooftop nearby, wielding the rifle and counting down the seconds that separate that succesful and criminal man from his commissioned death.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Across the street, Fiona's got her own sniper's rifle and is laying on the roof of a building as she's got a spot to watch the whole situation. She's aiming at the same target, but she's got a trick up her sleeve, a sleeve that's part of a jacket covering her blouse, her jeans and ankle boots (that are hooked into the roof by her toes), she's not moving. Instead she's looking through the scope and listening. "Yeah I got a look" Fi says and nods. "Hit it" she says into the phone that's under the butt of her rifle, as there's a distant rumble and smoke rising from a building a few blocks over. That's a distraction, an abandoned tenement block. Something, something, scheduled demolition, something something bribes, mayor, high crime, something. Fi knows it by heart but she's not bothered. Instead she's more amused by the fact she's not alone. She and Deathstroke are targeting the same guy. Admittedly, Fi's after him for other reasons, but once boiled down it's the same reasons as Deathstroke. Fi mutters a few words as she adjusts her aim and looks amused. She knows exactly where to shoot to scare him right into Deathstroke's sights. Sure, why not play with him a bit, she's thinking.....as Fi adds a few more words. This time there's a bigger bang. That's not part of what Fi wanted, and she's a little worried. That bang was a door in the building she's atop being kicked open. Apparently, the cops are here, or somebody screaming loudly about how they're going to fuck somebody over. Fi just gets comfortable and waits for the right moment.

Deathstroke has posed:
Slade Wilson lies there, still, quiet, the armoured suit that identifies him as Deathstroke the terminator, world known assassin almost invisible in his position and then he ears an explosion. He has the target in his sight, he can't really check the explosion out, even if his enhanced senses pick a sound from a nearby building as well... He must act now, and so, he pulls the trigger and is already standing to store the rifle on his back, wtihout even needing to watch the pinkish mist in his scope that replaces the head of his target, knowing perfectly well that the bullet had been sailing in a precise course, through the glass window of the store, directly into the man's right temple, killing him on the spot. And probably then, that's what Fiona could see through her own scope. Deathstroke himself is already running across the rooftops, pulling out a grappling hook from his belt and using it to propel himself across two more buildings to land, not that long ago, on the same building's roof occupied by Fiona herself. If she doesn't get out in the meantime, at least.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi is on her feet and looks like she's just admiring the view. The rifle's packed up in a briefcase as she smiles, enjoying the view from up here. She's just sitting up here, cross legged. Phone in pocket, looking bored.

Deathstroke has posed:
Someone just shot the target Fiona was supposed to shoot too, there's noises in her buildings, and yet she just is first standing and then sitting there, bored? That makes no sense, on any point of view, logical or otherwise. But surely it's not Deathstroke's place to judge, since he is just standing not too far from her, wrapped in his black and orange armour, with at least two swords strapped to his back, a rifle on the swords diagonally, and several knives, holsters and pouches on his belt as well, a living armoury in the sense of the word. An armoury that recognizes a rifle chase when he sees one, and so, through his helmet, an helmet with a single eye slot covered by a lense, fixes on the woman and a slightly modified voice comes out from the helmet itself "are you just going to sit there waiting for something to happen?"

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"Oh, no" Fiona says with a smile, getting to her feet and grabbing the case. "I was sitting up here enjoying the view. That's not really a crime" she points out, her other hand in her pocket as she tilts her head and nods to Deathstroke, then looks amused. "Could you put any more weapons on there?" she asks, gesturing to the suit as she looks amused at a thought. Shaking her head, Fi looks like she's just your average woman though....as she looks like a woman on the street compared to Deathstroke....or, walking armory. Fi though offers a hand, "So, what are you doing up here?" she asks, scuffing the roof with a boot.

Deathstroke has posed:
Slade Wilson shrugs, "then get that chase out of the way..." he says, pointing at it "and maybe go enjoy the sights somewhere not near an explosion and a man that was just shot... You wouldn't be believable." he just says, ignoring purposefully the hand and just staring at the woman, lifting and lowering his right shoulder so that the hilt of one of the two swords moves up and down "I could if I needed more weapons for this job, I don't, so it's fine. As for what I am doing up here, I am getting away."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"Mmm?" Fi asks and shrugs, "Well, let's see...you say somebody got shot. I don't see any cops or anyone getting put in an ambulance" she points out as she shrugs, looking around and playing dumb. Hefting the case, she looks like she should be going to a high powered office job. Instead, Fiona's up here, playing dumb....before running across the roof and disappearing into the stairwell to the top floor. She's got a car waiting....but Deathstroke intrigues her. He's wanting to get away, fine by her, but she's got friends and contacts. And weapons to sell, too, and.....a morality, as well. Fiona's running as fast as she can really, running to get to the street, to her car.

Deathstroke has posed:
Slade Wilson shakes his head "too late for an ambulance." he says, and then just follows the woman with his one eye as she disappears down the stairs. Shrugging again, deathstroke just starts to sprint towards the other edge of the roof, again shooting his grappling hook and using a mix of that and of enhanced physique to quickly get out of the scene. Then it's time to keep a low profile for a bit...

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi, being human, has made her way to the street and is blending in with the crowd, doing her thing of multiple identities,"Mmm?" Fi asks and shrugs, "Well, let's see...you say somebody got shot. I don't see any cops or anyone getting put in an ambulance" she points out as she shrugs, looking around and playing dumb. Hefting the case, she looks like she should be going to a high powered office job. Instead, Fiona's up here, playing dumb....before running across the roof and disappearing into the stairwell to the top floor. She's got a car waiting....but Deathstroke intrigues her. He's wanting to get away, fine by her, but she's got friends and contacts. And weapons to sell, too, and.....a morality, as well. Fiona's running as fast as she can really, running to get to the street, to her car. Not that she gets in, instead she's making calls, gaining information. And setting up a distraction for her getaway. Nothing that goes boom, more a subtle, simple one, just a little distraction....as Fi's got her methods. Still Deathstroke's looking up at the building...just realizing yes, she was up there several minutes ago. Then the guy she was tracking got shot.