labcoatgirl: (thinking deeply)
Betty Ross walked a determined pace along the sidewalk, holding her notes and purse snugly under her arm. The weather looked about to turn inclement so she wanted to get home as soon as possible. There was an uneasy feeling carried on the wind, a typical California phenomenon called a Santa Ana. Betty was a little more uneasy as she walked, distracted by her thoughts of work.

She was so distracted in fact, that when she saw an opportunity to hail a cab, she ran right into a man exiting one of the many clubs on the strip. Her papers all went to the sidewalk. "Oh no!" Betty scrambled on her knees to try and collect them before the wind could take them too far to catch.

Date: 2013-03-19 05:18 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] sable_cloak
sable_cloak: (Lamont - Face)
Indeed, Lamont wasn't about to risk Betty's life so long as the weapon was pointed at her. He grudgingly allowed them to strap him to the chair. The demand made it only too obvious, her being addressed as "Doctor" was a well-deserved title, if they knew she had the information they wanted. It helped him to know she was not only sharp, but intelligent.

Finally the weapon is pointed at him, and he keeps that impassive expression on his face as he eyes up the gun, the hand holding it, and then the boss. A glance over to Betty tells him she's stalling for time, but it won't work for long, which is why he's working his hands free again. He's trying to work quickly, because Betty's tactic is working, but it won't stay that way for very long.

Date: 2013-03-19 05:39 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] sable_cloak
sable_cloak: (Watching)
Lamont scowls as the threats begin to escalate, and realizes he has to create another diversion, something to buy both of them time. The other thug who had met up with the boss was still in the room, so Lamont closes his eyes. He doesn't want them to betray his identity, but not seeing Betty at gunpoint also helps him focus a bit better. He can feel the thug's mind, and the weak will there is precisely what Lamont was hoping to find. He opens his eyes slightly with his chin lowered, the effect looking more like a resentful glare than the concentrated focus it really is. With his eyes shrouded, the wouldn't reflect what little light there was in the room.

He willed the underling to bend to his command, but it wasn't an easy task. Precious moments were wasted, but if that gun wasn't turned away from Betty, Lamont couldn't make a move without threatening her life. Slowly he could feel the thug's mind bend, but it was requiring intense concentration. He had to hold off on giving the command to attack the boss until he could be certain the thug would follow through, but it would only be a moment more until he could start the cascade of events.

Date: 2013-03-19 05:56 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] sable_cloak
sable_cloak: (Surprise)
Well, that worked too. In fact, it serves as a premature trigger, and the thug dumbly turns, raising his gun at his boss and pulling the trigger. Lamont loses his concentration, a bit surprised, and perhaps disappointed at the results because the thug, in his incomplete state of hypnosis, has missed.

The boss is staring dumbly for a moment at the thug before raising his gun at the man as the fog lifts, and he realizes what he's just done. He makes panicked motions, begging for his life as the boss snarls and fires.

That, is Lamont's cue as he frees his hands at last, and makes a desperate dive at the boss, both men dropping to the floor and getting into a grapple for the gun in hand. Lamont could have gone for the other weapon, but he's more concerned that the boss would start shooting wildly in the room, endangering Betty. At least this way, he can work to control where the gun is pointed, even if it occasionally wavers dangerously toward himself.

Date: 2013-03-19 06:19 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] sable_cloak
sable_cloak: (Struggle)
Lamont is managing to stay on top of the boss, holding the advantage to some degree. The gun wavers again, but it's not pointing toward Betty, so when the weapon fires, Lamont doesn't pay it much mind. He knows he's been hit, the arm stinging, but his adrenaline helps him to ignore the pain as he finally wrestles the weapon back around. With the muzzle pointed at the boss, the trigger is pulled. It's not a kill shot, but the man is more severely wounded. The gun clatters to the floor and Lamont rolls off. He's breathing heavily, tired and sore as he looks up at Betty, a hand idly wandering up to cover the oozing wound.

Date: 2013-03-19 06:51 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] sable_cloak
sable_cloak: (Surprise)
"It's not bad. Thank you." He takes the scarf gratefully, tying it up around the arm. He takes her second gun, wincing, but holding it with his wounded arm as he gets up.

"I'm much better off than they are." He nods with a wane smile at the thug and the boss who lay on the floor. "We need to move." He is well aware of the urgency, thugs down below would be expecting shots, but might still come to see a grisly scene, or to help with the cleanup. Transitioning the weapon to his good arm, he leads the way for the door.

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