Previously on ... of Heroes and the Misunderstood. A continuing collabration between Clark and myself.
Now the story continues...
Rocco looked over in dismay at the scene in front of him… Rue, the person he had been entrusted to look after, bundled unconscious into the odd Englishman’s car… the man himself not taking another step further following a warning from the woman, Isla Sora, standing behind him holding his own weapon against his skull… a now stationary missile launcher… a bank of armed personnel… a helicopter beaming a bright spotlight down from above… and now a body harness hanging in front of him.
‘I don’t want to shoot,’ Isla said, close into Rocco’s ear, ‘but I am more than prepared to – I’ve known you for less than an hour, and have been unconscious twice in that time, and shot once – my patience is very, very thin. Get into the harness, and don’t worry, I’ll strap you in tight… I will get paid if I bring you in alive.’
Rocco could feel the pistol against the back of his head as he fed his arms through the top of the harness; once satisfied, Isla lowered the weapon and pulled the straps tight around his shoulders in a double-cross formation. She strapped her left wrist into another part of the harness, ignoring the constant ache in her arm from her own bullet wound, and climbed onto Rocco’s back, wrapping her legs around him, ‘secure… reel us in’, she yelled into a small radio concealed in a single pearl on her necklace.
On the ground, Moonbeam watched as Rocco and the woman were hoisted up towards the helicopter, which he could clearly see the underside of now the spotlight was no longer on him; he made a mental note of the tail number MC074CSL, and reactivated his earpiece, hoping Bubblegum would be able to run a little trace.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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