Collaborated Post With McHaggis
"An officer chased the suspects Will, they escaped via vehicle after a short on foot chase. The officer seems to be remaining in pursuit. Find and stick with him. At least three suspects, heavily armed and dangerous."
Collin's info had better be rock solid, this was the first time they had co-ordinated as such and Will had emphatically reminded Collin beforehand that mess ups could and would lead to very unfavorable circumstances.
"Ok. I think I see the officer."
One of the criminals leaned against the tarnished metal railing at the edge of the road. Traffic had stopped entirely, leaving the path clear for the police force to begin running (or driving) after the remaining fugitives. The older detective handed the cuffs to his colleague, an almost bemused smirk crossing his face as he tapped on the wanted man's face as if trying to tell if a nut was rotten or not.
"Look, kid, just remember – they aren't loyal to you nor each other. You risk nothing by telling us where they're going."
"Go suck a–"
The handcuffs tightened and the 'kid' was shoved over the metal bars, arms pinned behind his back. The other police officer's voice held a note of warning: "Zaquina..."
"Anything you say can and
will be held against you. You have the right to legal counsel as well as spiritual guidance from a practitioner of a chosen creed, both of which will be offered to you at the precinct..." 'Zaquina' let go of the cuffed kid as a patrol car and its siren screamed down the main road. "Delaney, you take him."
Will skidded to a halt in a half-landing, half-running motion on the rooftop above the detective. The man was roughhousing a suspect, a cheeky young man. No doubt allured into this gang with delusions of grandeur and promises of a prodigious lifestyle. Idiot. A curt integration street-side was the least he deserved, a slap of the book and a jail sentence should have been in store for him.
"I'm going to chase after 'em, see how far I can get." The senior detective lit up a cigarette, almost directly contradicting what he claimed were his intentions as he instinctively half-turned towards the building behind them.
'Delaney' scoffed. "Like you know where they are?"
Zaquina straightened his posture – someone was watching them – in a way that was similar to a cat bristling in defense. It didn't shine through in his voice, even as he pinched the kid's pierced ear apathetically to stop the profanity from spewing out of his mouth. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I do."
And there wasn't anything the other man could say or do to refute that.
"Gonna take a shortcut." Detective Zaquina slipped into the alleyway without another word and, amazingly, nobody seemed to notice the breach of protocol. Life went on, the criminal was bundled into a car and he was looking
right at the building Will stood atop as if seeing through brick and mortar. "You can come down."
Internal conflicted had preceded this moment as Will wrestled with the decision of interacting with the 'proper authorities'. Fears of rejection and even persecution made him a tad trepid. Lives were at stake here however, and he trusted they would know he could help.
Jumping timidly off the roof, Will released small but consistent pops of energy downwards slowly his fall to a light float down, still accompanied though, by a pretty heavy thud. Examining the man he ascertained he wasn't a rank and file blue; he didn't wear a uniform and seemed to have an a little air of authority about him. Catching the man's gaze, the suit's optics caught his retina and scanned it. Fitzroy Zaquina, detective indeed.
"Detective I'm here to help stop them. Do you know where they're heading?" Will's tone was as respectful as possible but fairly clearly put on.
He knew roughly where they had headed and Collin was attempting to track them but if good old fashioned intel worked, then so be it.
"Don't bother chasing the car," the detective said to the vigilante – the wannabe hero – with a distinct tone of nonchalance. He looked up to the sky as if trying to ascertain their destination from the clouds, or the Gods themselves, and his lips curled up into some sort of smile. His mouth moved slightly, wordlessly for a few moments as if he'd forgotten how to speak aloud, before he collected himself. "They're taking the long route back to their HQ. You'll find them in the Industrial District, down by the warehouses. 24 Floriette Street."
And then, unexpectedly, he continued. "There's twelve of them – try not to kill more than half, if you're into that sorta thing." Fitz's head tilted to the side was if he was listening in to something whispered on the wind itself. "
Try and keep your secret identity secret, please. It was me and the boys who had to clean the last one off the sidewalk."
Thankful for the information as he was, Will still felt a little anxious of the detective. His mannerisms were
odd. The ever so subtle tilt of the head, the lack of shock at Will in his suit and powers. It was definitely a bit odd. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth though Will knew he'd have to press on soon.
"Warehou.." nattered Collin's voice over the comms before being cut short by a curt 'on it' from Will.
"Thanks detective. I'll do my best to incapacitate the crooks, but you had better follow. It's not like I can formally arrest them."
'Crooks?' he quizzed himself. Really? If he was one to cringe he would be. Laughing to himself slightly he tried to relax. It was important this, what he was attempting to make work. Yet, he had perhaps been taking too seriously.