Time: 13:00
Location: Downtown
Motive: "Whatever I fuckin' choose."
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Code Purple with a two-forty-five. Two suspects, one male and one female. Location unknown. Code two; let the 'heroes' deal with it but stay in the area.
Raising his eyebrows, Hunter cracked open an eye to glance at the laptop. He couldn't help the small grunt of laughter, pulling out his phone and dialling in a call to both of them. Both voicemails answered his call and he shook his head. "Police know of your activity. They plan to monitor the city but aren't getting involved, Super Freaks are being dispatched is my guess. Don't get caught."
A typical day, if anything.
With a forfeited sigh, Hunter closed the screen of the laptop, flicking ash out of the window before he stepped out of the vehicle. He felt like a parent, despite only being a few years his comrades' senior. He was hardly thirty for God's sake. Smirking, Hunter flicked the bud onto the ground. A bit of littering to add to his growing list of illegal activities. But alas, he was a terrorist. A ticket for littering was the least of his worries.
He had parked fairly close to an arms dealer, heading in that direction. A gun was more reliable than bleeding to death. A fifteen-minute walk was all it took for him to reach the store, smirking at the bars that covered the windows. Donning a cheerful grin, Hunter made his way into the store.
"Hey," He started, pressing his palms against the counter, "I'm looking for a pistol, something that shoots a 9mm?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
The man nodded, "I have a Sig Sauer P226 if that tickles your fancy. Might be a bit more than your budget though."
Scowling, Hunter leaned in close, "Can I have a look?" The store owner nodded again, leaving briefly before returning with the handgun. Hunter grinned, nearly snatching it out of the man's hands. A good heft, recoil might be a bitch but he's dealt with worse. The man put a box of ammunition next to it.
"This'll cost you over one grand."
"Could you test it out for me?" The man's brow furrowed in confusion, opening his mouth to speak. But as Grimes leaned in, the other stopped, "Go on." He demanded, watching him closely as he loaded a single bullet into the chamber. His expression was clouded in confusion as Hunter stepped away from the counter. Raising the gun to his temple, Hunter gasped mockingly, "What are you doin-" His words were cut off with a loud gunshot, wincing at the noise. He'd never get used to it. Controlling people. He felt drained, rubbing at his face as he rounded the counter. Grabbing the weapon, he shoved it into the back of his jeans, swiping the box of ammunition on his way out.
At least with this he had a trick up his sleeve.