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Private searching for truth

Discussion in 'Threads of Time' started by Jo Harvelle, Jul 3, 2019.

  1. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    May 14th, Year 108 || @Desmond Miles
    If there was one thing that Jo hated, it was people messing with her people. There were already enough people starting trouble with her hunters, she didn't need people starting shit with her bar staff too. Desmond was good at what he did, even if he only had one usable arm, and really Jo didn't care as long as he got his job done. He also hadn't been as flighty as some of her other staff, which was appreciated.

    More than anything else, letting people mess with her bar and her people was bad for business. Getting a message that Desmond was stuck in a basement somewhere was troubling. Jo had had that night off. She had been cleaning various weapons at home and doing some research for a hunt near Arco when she had gotten Haytham's message. Instantly pissed off, Jo had gotten into her truck with a growl and set off to find her bartender.

    Of course, Jo wasn't an idiot. She also brought a few weapons, along with something to take care of Haytham if he was still lingering around. Jo really hadn't seen him since their meeting about that witch but she was now irritated in a way that put him on her radar. Jo would follow up with this, one way or another.

    Jo pulled up to what seemed to be a random place and then got out of her truck. There was a shotgun in her hands but at this stage it was just her preferred weapon. She moved steadily and circled round until she found an open door. Keeping herself prepared for any traps or hidden trouble. Her boots hit stairs and she moved silently, hazel eyes trying to-- "Desmond?" Jo held her weapon ready, a large scowl still written on her features.
     
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    Desmond Miles Assassin's Creed

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    Desmond didn't know how long he was going to be stuck down here. With no Haytham to warn him off of doing what he wanted, he had tried getting free the old fashioned way - struggling and squirming, any way he could think of to loosen the wire restraints wrapped around him. But unfortunately, metal was unforgiving, so they didn't untighten and Desmond was rewarded with the feeling of wire biting into his skin. An uncomfortable feeling, especially when your arm was already in a bad way.

    Was Haytham just going to leave him here with a single light dangling above his head indefinitely? That seemed... the longer he spent thinking about it, seeing as he had all the time he needed into the unforeseeable future, rather cruel. Starvation and dehydration did not seem like palatable ways to do, so he looked for other ideas.

    He thought about doing what other people would do - scootch the chair over to the exit. But that had two problems: one, he'd seen way too many people fall over doing that in movies and tv shows, and two, he was in a basement. What was he gonna do? Hop up the stairs in a chair?

    He was growing mildly frustrated over his lack of options when he suddenly heard a voice - a familiar voice, and one that sounds irrate. Of course...

    Desmond sighed and hung his head a little, although that part was not much of an act - his neck was starting to ache a little bit. "Yeah. I'm here..." he called back, sounding defeated and hopefully not as embarassed as he felt.
     
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  3. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    Yeah. I'm here. Desmond replied and Jo felt a spike of annoyance at everything in response. At Haytham, for kidnapping him. For Desmond, for getting kidnapped. Both of them, for dragging her into whatever this all was. Of course, Jo was pretty sure that Desmond wasn't to blame. Very few kidnapping victims were but Jo felt tense anyways. Probably because she didn't like to walk into these situations and always felt on edge because she was ready to fight for her life if she needed to.

    Things would have been easier on her if she had back up or her green lantern ring, but Jo had neither. Just a shotgun and a couple decades worth of knowledge on how to defend herself against supernatural nasties. Thankfully, nothing popped up at her while she moved to where Desmond was tied up. Both arms, including his bad arm, and Jo was growling even as she looked around to triple check they were clear. Not something a civilian would have done by a long shot, but Jo didn't feel like being careless for any reason, even if it gave certain things away.

    When she was finally satisfied that they weren't going to get surprised by anything, Jo crouched to take a look at what Desmond was tied up with. "You wanna start explaining?" There was no way that he was going to get out of this without some sort of explanation as to what was going on.

    Jo had to put down her shotgun to get at his wires. They were tightly bound and frankly, Jo started cursing within thirty seconds. Mostly because this was what she might have done to a supernatural creature she had no intention of keeping alive but also because Haytham was working his way up her shit list with every second that passed.

    Once he was free, Jo picked up her shotgun once again and ignored any cuts that wire had left on her fingers. Then she motioned for them to head out, ready to leave this place sooner instead of later. "I brought my truck. Let's go back." There was no room for argument in her voice. Desmond had some questions to answer, whether he liked it or not.
     
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