[PRP] First move [Jeremiah]

[Blade Kuroda]

3:43pm

At first, it seemed that it was going to be like any other day off. Shun got some stuff done around the house, and did some training in the morning. He had some things he was going to need to think about soon enough. Magical things.

But first.. he needed to fetch the mail.

Among the spam and bills, there was one letter that stuck out to him. It had no return address. Furrowing his brow, he went on to open it up. There was no actual letter inside the envelope. Instead, it had a folded up slip of paper with only one symbol painted onto it. A symbol he knew all too well what it meant and represented.

Family.  

[Blade Kuroda]

6:00pm

The sun had not yet begun to set, but it was a fairly overcast day. Here, in this abandoned apartment, he had set himself up. He had been ready for awhile now, so it was just a matter of patience at this point. Patience, he could handle just fine.

Besides, unless something got him caught up at work, Jeremiah Mercer should be on his way home soon. If things didn't pan out tonight, another day could be arranged. He didn't really have a set time limit.

But for now, he waited, sitting at this mostly boarded up window with his rifle, watching carefully. If everything went well, he should see Mercer's car coming down the street a fair distance away.

azuredreams

 

[azuredreams]

6:52am

"What do you mean you lost a prisoner? How do you lose a prisoner?" Jeremiah said very calmly, staring up at one of the officers who was on rotation for watching the locals that were housed in the drunk tank until they dried out.

"I don't know, Chief Mercer. He just- He wasn't in the cell." A young officer, younger than Fox Bliskiss he thought, looked nervous.

"Did you think, perhaps, to check solitary?" he inquired, fingers spreading across his desk as he shifted to stand. His soft tone belied the frustration. It was always worse to hear than yelling. Chief Jeremiah Mercer did not yell. He did not have to.

"Why would he be- oh." The location of the missing prisoner seemed to dawn upon the officer. Jeremiah did not roll his eyes but he did gesture for the officer to get a move on it.

"Get Saddler out of here. Send him home and then you go home as clearly you need sleep." The officer turned to leave before Jeremiah held up a hand to catch him. "And next time, check everywhere before you decide to tell me you've lost someone."

It was going to be a long day if this was how things got started.  

[azuredreams]

10:01am

Jeremiah had already been on the phone for an hour with government officials. Another request for more testing of magical restraints. It made his skin scrawl with some of what he was looking over for possible testing.

He was already writing up notes for his next speech to them about how they were not guinea pigs here.

Hopefully this would be something that Aleksy had not heard already by the time it was done.  

[azuredreams]

12:45pm

Someone had the gall to eat his lunch.  

[azuredreams]

2:29pm

Let it be known that Jeremiah Mercer was quite happy with his current phone. Especially considering that he had had it for a while and it served all his purposes well. What he did not want to deal with was the smoldering wreckage of the new phone from work.

Had they not gotten the memo about the recall on Samsung Galaxy Note 7s?  

[azuredreams]

4:17pm

There was a particular shop in town he let deal with his vehicle but even then it was just to make sure everything was in good order. Today, however, they had been behind and he would have to pick it up tomorrow.

After the rest of the day, Jeremiah was pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.  

[azuredreams]

6:05pm

Despite the rest of the day, Jeremiah was not leaving work too late - at least for this particular day. He was, however, not driving his own vehicle. (He had taken Algie's for the day, having dropped his husband off and knowing he would have gotten a ride home with Killian; how else did one get all the college gossip going on without time with coworkers).

"With all this gossip," he chuckled, turning down the road, and smiling for the first time all day, "I'm beginning to think that I had a vastly different college experience. Actually that reminds me that there's a couple things I wanted to look into ..."

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

The road was clear for now. He figured it shouldn't be much longer before he'd spot Mercer driving down the street.

To be frank, he almost didn't notice when it happened. Jeremiah was not driving his usual vehicle, and that nearly threw him off. But thankfully, he managed to catch sight of the driver in the notably non-European car.

It was a long street and it didn't have that high of a speed limit. Even with the stop signs, he still wouldn't have that much time to line up his shot. He was going to need to be swift, and make it count. Breathing out slowly, he took aim, then pulled the trigger.

azuredreams

 

[azuredreams]

"Alg-" Jeremiah started, then stopped. The feeling was creeping up on his fast, an explicit sense of absolute danger. There was only thing he could think, the phrase slipping out.

"This is going to bloody ******** hurt."

The windshield shattered, the bullet striking. Jeremiah did not visibly crumble, his hands on the steering wheel making the car jerk in a slight swerve.

3lade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

He knew the Chief of Police was fairly resilient. The one shot might not be enough. Thinking quickly, he readied another shot. He snapped his aim to one of the tires of the swerving car, then fired once more.

If this seemed like Mercer had just gotten into a freak car accident, all the better.

azuredreams

 

[azuredreams]

With the car already swerving (he has to avoid traffic, that's his thought, even if there isn't much), Jeremiah - not dead, definitely alive and definitely iced over where the bullet had tried to pierce his heart and definitely angry - had no time to deal with the second surge of danger.

Did not even think about teleporting out of the vehicle.

The tire blew out and, with the car already in a spin, was enough to cause the vehicle to roll. It was probably a good thing the street was not so busy at this hour - not this particular one - but that did not mean there was no one on it, or that there wasn't someone already calling 911. The car rolled until it stopped, Jeremiah dazed and hanging upside down from his seat.

Gas dripped, he could smell it, and a small fire already started from the wrecked engine. He had no idea where his phone was, hoped Algie was not listening to this, the bluetooth headset gone, and he thought he heard someone calling from down the street.

Right as he was trying to reach for his seat belt - still not thinking with magic - the airbag deployed.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

That was quite a wreck. He watched the car flip and roll with a small sense of satisfaction. Resilient or not, he'd be surprised if Mercer managed to walk away from that.

But, he couldn't linger here. He began to pack up his things before heading on out. As he walked past the threshold of the room, he failed to realize something else had appeared behind him until it was too late.

azuredreams

 

[azuredreams]

The complication of the airbag was not helping, especially when it sounded like the fire worsened. Out of the corner of his eye he saw feet and yelled out. "Stay back!" His throat hurt. "Just make sure emergency services is on their way and-" Fire erupted and whomever jumped back. Jeremiah swore under his breath but was glad whomever it was did not approach again.

Instead he was left struggling before he finally realized that magic was the answer. There was no attempt at teleporting or firewalking, no. He grabbed a hold of the seat belt and burned it.

Jeremiah dropped to the ground with a thud, barely avoiding knocking his head all over again. He had to forcibly stop himself from struggling when he felt a pair of hands descend upon his and help tug him out.

Worse that he was smoldering in anger and had to quickly stop, the same as he had to forcibly try and call back the icy scales that covered him. The ones that had protected him. Except for the ones under his clothing where there was tell-tale hole, ice spreading on out on his shirt like blood because it had stopped the bullet.

The Chief of Police let himself be tugged away from the wreckage of the car, doing his best to ignore the whispers of the people that gathered. Instead he was trying to figure out just who had tried to kill him.

What kind of non-magical mundane bullshite was he dealing with here?  

[azuredreams]

6:25pm

Jeremiah was sitting in the back of an ambulance, trying to not smolder, expression deadpan and starting to show signs of what was going to be horrible bruising. The paramedics were trying to take his vitals and check him and-

"You can keep at it but until I speak with one of my officers, the one I specifically requested, I am not going to the hospital." His eyes were particularly bright, the glow obvious. Between that and the chill that was rather obvious around him (was that ice on his chest?), there was little that could be done other than warily take his vitals.

It had only been a couple of minutes since he had been pulled from the wreckage but there were already people gathered around.

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