[ Of course, it's not usually murders he and his team deal with—well, not an out and out murder; no one on the team would say that jacking up the price of life-saving meds or dumping toxic waste near a town's watersupply isn't also murder—but he's alone and he's in a new place; it'd be stupid not to get a lay of the land. And maybe there's someone who needs help. Old habits die hard, after all.
He starts at the bowling alley, figuring there must be a reason why the killer landed on a bowling ball as their weapon of choice, and finds he doesn't even need to turn on the charm to get people spilling what they know. Which is, generally, that the victim had it coming, even if no one can really agree on why. Eliot's just finishing up with the waitress over by the food counter selling tater tots and very questionable meat—she insists that Billy'd been skimming a little off the top, everyone knew it, but he can't get a straight answer on what he was skimming off the top of—when a bunch of yelling and swearing starts up by the lanes.
Somehow, he's not all too surprised to see the cabbage kid at the centre of it when he turns around. He's even less surprised to see that the kid has already pissed someone off enough that he's dangling from some guy's fist like something out of some low budget action movie. Eliot will admit that he is petty enough to lean back against the counter and wait it out, petty enough to think good, maybe getting knocked around for a bit will calm you down. Not so petty to stay there when the big guy's prosthetic hand seems to transform (?) into some kind of gun (??). Eliot sighs and straightens up.
Excuse me, sweetheart, he says to the waitress. He has to vault over one table and cross one lane to get there, but he gets there in time to knock the gun....arm....thing off course so that whatever it shoots discharges up towards the ceiling. ]
Is all this really necessary? Me and Carla are trying to have a conversation here.
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He starts at the bowling alley, figuring there must be a reason why the killer landed on a bowling ball as their weapon of choice, and finds he doesn't even need to turn on the charm to get people spilling what they know. Which is, generally, that the victim had it coming, even if no one can really agree on why. Eliot's just finishing up with the waitress over by the food counter selling tater tots and very questionable meat—she insists that Billy'd been skimming a little off the top, everyone knew it, but he can't get a straight answer on what he was skimming off the top of—when a bunch of yelling and swearing starts up by the lanes.
Somehow, he's not all too surprised to see the cabbage kid at the centre of it when he turns around. He's even less surprised to see that the kid has already pissed someone off enough that he's dangling from some guy's fist like something out of some low budget action movie. Eliot will admit that he is petty enough to lean back against the counter and wait it out, petty enough to think good, maybe getting knocked around for a bit will calm you down. Not so petty to stay there when the big guy's prosthetic hand seems to transform (?) into some kind of gun (??). Eliot sighs and straightens up.
Excuse me, sweetheart, he says to the waitress. He has to vault over one table and cross one lane to get there, but he gets there in time to knock the gun....arm....thing off course so that whatever it shoots discharges up towards the ceiling. ]
Is all this really necessary? Me and Carla are trying to have a conversation here.