Owner	Pose
Frank Quaid	"What'd you think?" Frank asks Jessica as they wander out of the theatre arm in arm among the throng of other theatre goers. The night air is relatively cool tonight. There are probably stars up there in the clear sky somewhere, but the city's nighttime lights drown them out completely. Frank leans in close to Jessica on his arm. "Head back to your place for some planning?" he asks in Jessica's ear with a wry smile.
Jessica Drew	"Planning sounds amazing right now," Jessica replies to Frank with a mischievous grin. "I feel like we should definitely not get behind on our planning, or else what we're planning for will be upon us, and we'll not have planned nearly enough." Jess nods sagely, giving his arm a squeeze as they move into the sultry night air where the people have begun to thin. "And after that, we should probably do some planning."
Frank Quaid	Frank laughs. "Just a bit of planning tonight," he cautions, dryly. "I've been up for almost two days. Can do more planning in the... Whenever I wake up." They climb into Frank's work truck, of all the romantic vehicles to take on a night out. Frank pulls out into traffic and starts the drive to Jessica's. He is less restrained now about his glances in her direction. There is little point in hiding her effect on him anymore, and even less desire. Frank frowns when they are about halfway to Jessica's. He signals left, then turns right, away from Jessica's neighbourhood.
Jessica Drew	"Something's wrong," Jessica says seriously, just as Frank turns away from her neighborhood. She's checking mirrors and looking out the windows. "What's wrong? I've got a weird...tingle. Someone's close." She looks over at Frank, her expression full of concern. Not for herself, but definitely for him. He's human. And she needs to get him away from whatever /this/ is.
Frank Quaid	"Thought we were being followed," Frank says. "Might be nothing. They didn't take the last turn. Oh shit!" Headlights close in on the passenger side of the SUV at high speed when they pass through an intersection on a green light. Frank slams on the accelerator. The headlights belong to a full-size pickup truck that takes the SUV just behind Jessica's door. The pickup truck sits high and was moving fast. "Hang on," Frank shouts. He buries his face in one arm and puts the other up against the roof. The SUV lurches sideways then rolls over onto its roof. The pickup truck slams on its brakes. The SUV skids along on its roof, spins when it gets hit in the back by an oncoming car and then comes to a stop in the middle of the street. "Damn it," Frank groans. Jessica can hear two people getting out of the pickup truck that hit them and the telltale sound of safeties being clicked off on guns. In the opposite direction she hears honking and another set of screeching tires. It has to pick out among the city sounds, but she is pretty sure people are getting out of that vehicle as well.
Jessica Drew	"Shit. SHIT. Frank, are you okay?" Jessica pauses quietly for a second. "There are four of them. You gotta stay in here. Let 'em think you're out cold. Frank...you're not out cold are you?" She looks to him now, reaching over with one hand to touch his face, as she's slipping off the high-heeled shoe that wasn't thrown off in the wreck.
Frank Quaid	"Sitting duck in here," Frank grunts. He unclips himself and drops to the roof, that is now the ground. "Your side, gun gun gun!" he shouts, looking past Jessica. The two men that got out of the pickup truck are dropping into kneeling firing positions and getting ready to shoot. The bulletproof windows are still intact, but who knows how well they will hold up at close range. Frank shoves the driver's side door open and starts crawling out onto the cement and out of Jessica's way.
Jessica Drew	Jessica thwips a web the driver side door the moment Frank clears it. She has to become a more menacing target than him, and fast. The web catches a traffic light pole, and she gives a pull as the web solidifies, allowing it to slingshot her up onto the pole. In her little black dress and all, Jessica is perched sideways on the traffic pole, and she fires off more webbing, this time, weaving two to net the two with guns on the other side of the truck. Without waiting to see if it hits or not, she launches herself off the pole and lands atop the pickup that hit them, drawing upon energy quickly with bare feet and hands, and firing a venom blast in their direction.
Frank Quaid	The two on either side of the pickup truck start firing assault rifle rounds at it. The windows hold for a few rounds then shatter. Then the windows on the other side give out. By then Jessica is already on the lamppost. Frank has scooted over behind the engine block for better cover and pulls his firearm. Even on date when then there is a price on your head. Jessica is fast and these two thought they had Frank and Jessica in the truck. Her webs catch them both and they are struggling without success when her venom blast knocks the right out. "Down!" Frank shouts. He is doing a running crouch around the front of the truck to Jessica's side and ends up behind the engine block of the overturned SUV on her side now. Bullets whiz, snap and pelt the driver's side of the truck. The screeching tires up the street were another pair of men who hopped out of a non-descript grey domestic compact car. They fired at Frank while he ran for cover and are now shooting in the direction of the SUV and toward Jessica. "Can you get one of their rifles lose?" he shouts to Jess and points at one of the unconscious webbed men. "My gun is useless at this range. Can't get to my carbine in the truck."
Jessica Drew	Jessica leaps down from the pickup and releases the webbing that's stuck to the guns, leaving it intact on the unconscious bodies themselves as she frees both guns, and a spare sidearm from each of them - one holstered at a hip, and the other at an ankle. She joins Frank and hands him one of the rifles. The other, she sets beside them, and she places the ankle holster on herself, taking a sidearm with her as she webs up to the traffic light and pulls herself to launch atop it. "Free upskirt!" she shouts at the two approaching, and she fires webbing toward the remaining two, trying to draw them into the center of the intersection. If she can catch them both at this rage. Webs can get dodgy.
Frank Quaid	"Thanks," Frank says and quickly checks the rifle. "I need a better vest," he grumbles. The shooters reload and Jessica goes flying. "Can't believe I'm sleeping with that woman," Frank mutters to himself. Jessica's web catches one of the shooters without a problem. Web dodging is just not taught to mercenaries and assassins apparently. The other does not flinch aims up at Jessica. There is a single shot from by the SUV. Frank is prone on the ground just peeking around the edge of the SUV. His shot takes the man square in the middle of the chest. And the only effect is to force the shooter to take a step backward and drop his aim. The shooter's rounds bury themselves in the brickwork of a building past Jessica.
Jessica Drew	Jessica fires a web toward the corner of a building near the remaining shooter, and leaps directly behind the filament, so that when it catches the corner of the building, it becomes a pivot point, and she dives into a graceful swing in the direction of the shooter, not even hesitating, but indeed throwing herself into a contact course for that person. She's prepared to bury another venom blast at point blank range, if she manages to make contact.
Frank Quaid	And that she does. The man cannot recover in time to deal with Jessica's speed and unconventional attack. He takes the venom blast and point blank range and is thrown backwards. The shooter lays unconscious in the street. There are stunned looking people in their vehicles. More on the sidewalks. "Fucking A'!" someone cheers, breaking the silence. There is a scattering of shouts and cheers for Jessica, mixed with any number of hoots, hollers and catcalls for the web slinging babe. At the SUV, Frank is leaning against the overturned SUV with a half-grin. He has slung the rifle and claps for Jessica as well.
Jessica Drew	For her part, Jessica has already webbed up that last shooter, and she fires off a web toward the stoplight again, using it as her pivot point - a long one - to swing back toward the SUV. She lands next to the overturned vehicle, and she's drawn to Frank, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely as she's pressed against him. Her black dress ruffles a little in the night breeze, stirring up her scent in tendrils around him. But more than anything, she's thankful he's alive /to/ kiss.
Frank Quaid	There are a lot more hoots and hollers and the flashes of cellphone cameras. Frank is caught by surprise. This is not how police scenes end. But he wraps his arms around Jessica and kisses her. He still has arms around Jessica when the first patrol car pulls up and lights up the pair in alternating red and blue. "I'll never hear the end of this," Frank says dryly in his dusty suit, beside the overturned SUV.
Jessica Drew	"You were gonna hear it forthe rest of your life, one way or another," she laughs, pressing her forehead against his. "Just maybe I got us an extension on that," she quips, before reaching in a window that's been shot out, and grabbing her comm, to tell whoever's monitoring exactly where they're gonna find the four shooters. "Please use caution, I haven't yet done a sweep of the vehicles."
Frank Quaid	Frank laughs. "I guess so," he admits. "I guess so." He steps back from Jessica as the patrol officers approached to take the shooters into custody. He looks around and sighs. "So much for a nice night out," Frank says dryly. He sighs. "This is no joke."