Laura & JPB, Saturday Afternoon
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xp_logsHaving located the man Vanessa and Bishop identified, Jean-Paul and Laura find themselves dealing with the most unexpected thing this case could offer - boredom.
Jean-Paul took a rather large bite of the cinnamon twist he'd purchased at the cafe their mark had just left and then turned it around to offer the unbitten end to Laura. The respective metabolisms had been amusing to deal with so far today, especially after they'd actually found the man from the videos that they'd been watching for so long. "Cafes and laundromats, these places do not have such good food, I think."
Turning to look into a window when the man paused to look at something ahead of them, Jean-Paul frowned. "I will fly soon - I am very tired of simply walking." And it would probably be a hell of a lot easier for her to track the man by scent when she didn't have to worry about keeping up with the 40 year old speedster.
Laura grabbed the other part absently and bit it, the end of the cinnamon twist hanging from her teeth. A childish quirk, none the less. "They have coffee and they wash your clothes", she gave him a small smile. "The moment they start offering anything better people will expect their coffees to have taste and their socks to stop losing pairs." Because everyone was a critic, right?
She gave him a small nod. "We can move faster that way." She could always took alternative ways to follow the man unnoticed, and having air support sounded like a very good idea, considering they might be following a man that had ended a good deal of mutants. Untrained, scared mutants, sure, but some of them had a good deal of raw power. Biting the rest of the twist, Laura seemed to ponder something for a moment. "Any ideas where is he going to take us?"
Jean-Paul shrugged and finished off his end of the cinnamon twist. "Non - we have been to the cafe and the laundromat where he did no laundry. I do not know where he might lead us next. I will hope it is not somewhere even more boring."
"...An empty parking lot?" She just hoped she wasn't jinxing it. "Anyway, there's a target to tail." Work work work, it wasn't glamorous and it wasn't flashy, but Laura liked being useful.
Giving Laura a small salute, Jean-Paul nodded. "Remember, the comms." He tapped the bit of plastic in his own ear and smiled. "If you need me, I will be there."
With that, he walked off into an ally and then took off, flying up and up and up, over buildings, until he was high enough to do a few loops. Once he'd gotten that out of his system, he drifted downward and settled on the roof of a building so he could track their mark more easily without being seen while Laura worked her feral magic down below.
From there on it was routine tracking, something she was genetically proficient at. The man was going about his usual day, but this particular one he had two shadows following him. Laura followed him into several places -none of them a parking lot- and made sure he didn't go and...did whatever he was supposed to do with mutants. He entered a betting place, a small pharmacy, a drugstore...Laura was expecting him to enter a supermarket any time soon. She also looked up now and then, sometimes catching Jean-Paul with the corner of her eyes -and she had an awesome eyesight-, but most of the times unable to pinpoint him, which was awesome, since that was the whole idea.
Jean-Paul stayed aloft for most of the rest of the afternoon, only alighting on rooftops when the man stopped or stayed in one area for long enough to remain clearly visible from the vantage point. He kept an eye on Laura, talking to her briefly over the comms every now and again to make sure the man had gone into a certain building before moving over to keep an eye on the back of it. The likelihood of their mark making them was very, very low, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
After the supermarket he headed to a video store, then another coffee shop. "He is very dull, this man we are following," Jean-Paul said over the comms, watching their mark exit the shop a few moments later with a large coffee of some kind and a sandwich. "Also, I am hungry. I say we follow him home, note the address, and then I will buy dinner. Lots and lots of dinner."
Laura was also hungry, and certainly bored, but she kept on following just as well as she had been. No sense on being discovered when the had been tailing him so much. "He's not going anywhere, as in, a place where he has actually business to attend." It was as if he just liked to walk around, which was increasingly irritating.
Her stomach made a little complain. "I say that is a good idea. I just fear for your economy." Because between the two of them, Laura was likely to argue she had to pay a bit, because she wasn't about to measure her appetite. Not now, not ever.
"Do not fear," Jean-Paul said, drifting over to another building before settling down to watch their mark wander into a more residential area. "I will pay now, you will pay later. It will be an even exchange, oui?" He had a feeling Vanessa would wind up putting them on assignments like this fairly often just because it made good business sense and covered multiple bases.
It was at this point that the Quebecois almost fell off the building, but given his powers, it wasn't particularly troublesome. He glared down at the slant of the roof, contempt in the line of his mouth, before lifting off again.
"Says the dude that almost fell head first to the pavement." Because yeah, she had seen it. "And it's a deal, then." What was money for, if not to use it? And if it was used on good food, Laura had no complaints.
As they entered the residential area, the crowd started to get thinner, so Laura sidetracked, and moments later was following the man over the rooftops herself, although her balance and reflexes made it look as if she were still on the ground. "And we are almost...here." He had stopped in front of a average looking building. "Gotcha, mystery man."
"I did not almost fall off the roof," Jean-Paul muttered, settling next to Laura and watching the man enter the building. They had no way of knowing which apartment might be his, but at least they had an address. "Let us go, then." He'd taken out his phone to mark their location on the GPS. Once that was done, they could go eat something that didn't have a ridiculous amount of sugar in it.
Jean-Paul took a rather large bite of the cinnamon twist he'd purchased at the cafe their mark had just left and then turned it around to offer the unbitten end to Laura. The respective metabolisms had been amusing to deal with so far today, especially after they'd actually found the man from the videos that they'd been watching for so long. "Cafes and laundromats, these places do not have such good food, I think."
Turning to look into a window when the man paused to look at something ahead of them, Jean-Paul frowned. "I will fly soon - I am very tired of simply walking." And it would probably be a hell of a lot easier for her to track the man by scent when she didn't have to worry about keeping up with the 40 year old speedster.
Laura grabbed the other part absently and bit it, the end of the cinnamon twist hanging from her teeth. A childish quirk, none the less. "They have coffee and they wash your clothes", she gave him a small smile. "The moment they start offering anything better people will expect their coffees to have taste and their socks to stop losing pairs." Because everyone was a critic, right?
She gave him a small nod. "We can move faster that way." She could always took alternative ways to follow the man unnoticed, and having air support sounded like a very good idea, considering they might be following a man that had ended a good deal of mutants. Untrained, scared mutants, sure, but some of them had a good deal of raw power. Biting the rest of the twist, Laura seemed to ponder something for a moment. "Any ideas where is he going to take us?"
Jean-Paul shrugged and finished off his end of the cinnamon twist. "Non - we have been to the cafe and the laundromat where he did no laundry. I do not know where he might lead us next. I will hope it is not somewhere even more boring."
"...An empty parking lot?" She just hoped she wasn't jinxing it. "Anyway, there's a target to tail." Work work work, it wasn't glamorous and it wasn't flashy, but Laura liked being useful.
Giving Laura a small salute, Jean-Paul nodded. "Remember, the comms." He tapped the bit of plastic in his own ear and smiled. "If you need me, I will be there."
With that, he walked off into an ally and then took off, flying up and up and up, over buildings, until he was high enough to do a few loops. Once he'd gotten that out of his system, he drifted downward and settled on the roof of a building so he could track their mark more easily without being seen while Laura worked her feral magic down below.
From there on it was routine tracking, something she was genetically proficient at. The man was going about his usual day, but this particular one he had two shadows following him. Laura followed him into several places -none of them a parking lot- and made sure he didn't go and...did whatever he was supposed to do with mutants. He entered a betting place, a small pharmacy, a drugstore...Laura was expecting him to enter a supermarket any time soon. She also looked up now and then, sometimes catching Jean-Paul with the corner of her eyes -and she had an awesome eyesight-, but most of the times unable to pinpoint him, which was awesome, since that was the whole idea.
Jean-Paul stayed aloft for most of the rest of the afternoon, only alighting on rooftops when the man stopped or stayed in one area for long enough to remain clearly visible from the vantage point. He kept an eye on Laura, talking to her briefly over the comms every now and again to make sure the man had gone into a certain building before moving over to keep an eye on the back of it. The likelihood of their mark making them was very, very low, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
After the supermarket he headed to a video store, then another coffee shop. "He is very dull, this man we are following," Jean-Paul said over the comms, watching their mark exit the shop a few moments later with a large coffee of some kind and a sandwich. "Also, I am hungry. I say we follow him home, note the address, and then I will buy dinner. Lots and lots of dinner."
Laura was also hungry, and certainly bored, but she kept on following just as well as she had been. No sense on being discovered when the had been tailing him so much. "He's not going anywhere, as in, a place where he has actually business to attend." It was as if he just liked to walk around, which was increasingly irritating.
Her stomach made a little complain. "I say that is a good idea. I just fear for your economy." Because between the two of them, Laura was likely to argue she had to pay a bit, because she wasn't about to measure her appetite. Not now, not ever.
"Do not fear," Jean-Paul said, drifting over to another building before settling down to watch their mark wander into a more residential area. "I will pay now, you will pay later. It will be an even exchange, oui?" He had a feeling Vanessa would wind up putting them on assignments like this fairly often just because it made good business sense and covered multiple bases.
It was at this point that the Quebecois almost fell off the building, but given his powers, it wasn't particularly troublesome. He glared down at the slant of the roof, contempt in the line of his mouth, before lifting off again.
"Says the dude that almost fell head first to the pavement." Because yeah, she had seen it. "And it's a deal, then." What was money for, if not to use it? And if it was used on good food, Laura had no complaints.
As they entered the residential area, the crowd started to get thinner, so Laura sidetracked, and moments later was following the man over the rooftops herself, although her balance and reflexes made it look as if she were still on the ground. "And we are almost...here." He had stopped in front of a average looking building. "Gotcha, mystery man."
"I did not almost fall off the roof," Jean-Paul muttered, settling next to Laura and watching the man enter the building. They had no way of knowing which apartment might be his, but at least they had an address. "Let us go, then." He'd taken out his phone to mark their location on the GPS. Once that was done, they could go eat something that didn't have a ridiculous amount of sugar in it.
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