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Who: Bucky Barnes sidecars and Napoleon Solo smoothaf
When: 1/18
Where: Harashan, Abandoned Subway Station; Moira
What: Solo and Barnes decide to team up to find out just what is going on. So far all they have accomplished is getting arrested, but there's always hope.
Warnings: Two smarmy conmen that is warning enough.

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FLAGrant Behavior

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[ Maybe Bucky shouldn't have even asked around, but curiosity always got the better of him. He figured it was just one more flier from the advertising vultures squatting around every street to push their incoherent products on a poor tourist. But this one is clearly advertising nothing. There's distinctive numbers and a list of words that mean very little to him. So he asked.

Those that bothered to respond to him kept giving him the same answer: an address at the far end. It's nothing he expects, or maybe it's everything he did from a cryptic humanoid handing him an equally cryptic flier. Either way, the towering construction is nothing but a tattered skeleton at this point. ]

Great... [ What a waste of time coming here. The floor is overgrown and the ceilings are practically sky lights at this point. He looks for signs of life or anything making recent marks in all this debris. If he can't find anything quickly, he's splitting! ]

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[Napoleon's already there examining the signs of fighting when he hears Bucky. He has no reason to believe that this is a safe area so he draws his gun. Shoot first, ask questions later is probably the safest option, but not the most feasible if it does turn out to be nothing.]

Who's there?

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Jesus! [ Bucky's got his hands in the universal "Don't shoot me!" position by his head. He looks annoyed more than startled by the sight of another man with a gun. ] Just an innocent bystander you're about to plant six feet under, ya horrible no good murderer.

[ Yeah, it's dramatic, but it's supposed to be. He's just an ornery kid in the wrong place at the wrong time, golly. ]

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[He lowers the gun, but doesn't put it away just yet. Age doesn't mean anything in Napoleon's experience and it doesn't escape his notice that the kid isn't scared.]

You'll forgive my scepticism considering there was some kind of fight. How did you get here?

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Oh, you know, the usual way! Good advertisement placing. Though, I gotta say... [ Bucky keeps stepping forward slowly, keeping one hand low in case he needs to pull a knife from a sleeve. ] Seems a bit of a let down.

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[This kid definitely knows what he's doing. He lets Bucky get a few steps closer, but after that Napoleon makes sure to keep a distance between them.]

I don't know, a picture paints a thousand words and all that.

I won't insult the both of us by asking if you're armed, but I want to know if you have any intention of trying to use them.

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[ That gets a snicker out of him. This guy's as cool as a cucumber. Interesting. But when he asks about his intentions, Bucky lifts his hand away from his body. As fun as witty banter between strangers can be, he came here for a reason. So did this guy. ]

No, Came here to figure out just what's so sensational about an abandoned dump no one wants to really talk about. I'm definitely willing to play nice if you are.

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[He considers it for a moment and then puts his guns away, although they remain within easy reach.]

Alright. We're pooling everything together and we're out before any authorities arrive, are we clear?

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Crystal, pal. [ Bucky just hope he can run as fast as he can talk, 'cause if worse comes to worse, he doesn't want to end up dead weight because of this prim bastard. Taken into custody on an alien planet sounds like the worst thing ever, and he has totally been to China! ]

So, what're you thinking? Homeless squatting here? A travelling sideshow blowing through? Ooo what about giant subway rats!

[ The disturbed debris doesn't exactly coincide with Bucky's wild hypotheses, but his imagination is a lot more fun than the reality. ]

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[Napoleon raises an eyebrow, but is otherwise unimpressed with Bucky's hypotheses. He points at a pocked mark on the wall.]

This is a bullet hole. [He touches it and his finger comes away with traces of dried blood.] And this is blood.

Still attached to your theories?

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Hey, if it was giant subway rats, I wouldn't blame them for shooting.

[ It sure sounds more interesting than the alternative. This is an alien world! They float around in a space ship! Things like murder are just too pedestrian for his first time on a new planet.

But he steps closer all the same, curious about the trajectory. Then he turns around and starts checking the floor. Eventually his foot nudges what he's been looking for a mere inch or more forward. ]

You recognize the casing?

[ Bucky could hazard a guess, but coming from 1945, his point of reference is likely way too dated to be of any use. ]

DISCLAIMER I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT GUNS

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[Napoleon's from 1963 so both of their knowledge is going to be vague at best. Still he crouches down to get a better look at it.]

It looks like a .30 calibre. Whoever they are they must have had some decent firepower.

CSI: Harashan

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