[HOLO] 001

[paranoidtiger.livejournal.com]

What the hell kind of place was this? With everything that the Agency had put him through, Bobby Hobbes had learned that expecting the unexpected just couldn’t cut it. From a man with poisonous skin, to a woman who can turn you old with a bite, that retrovirus that made him a genius, and whatever the hell else had left him confused, annoyed, and desperately needing a vacation. “What…” he paused, shifted his grip on the box of donuts he was carrying and glanced around. Well, that he had been carrying around until just a minute ago. Instead there was now a bracelet on his wrist, and Hobbes immediately tried to remove it, not doing much more than scratching his arm in the process.

Things were never exactly calm at the Agency, even though Darien now had his quicksilver under control, but that didn’t mean that Bobby Hobbes didn’t enjoy pretending he had some time off. What was going on? A hand slipped into his pocket, grabbing for his cellphone. After only a minute of searching he pulled his hand out of the coat, frowning. Nothing. Not even the order slip for what everyone wanted from the bakery. “Too good to last, huh?” Hobbes muttered, glancing around the room with a scowl.

Nope, didn’t have his gun on him either. Well, this was swell. “I swear to god, Stark, if this is one of your games,” he growled, fists raised in a battle-ready way. Oh, it was true that things were never calm at the Agency. Moving from sponsor to sponsor helped with that aspect, and now Hobbes was way past missing working for Fish and Game. He was certain that this wasn’t some trick that anyone could pull. That left on dangerous enemy. “If this is a Chrysalis move,” Hobbes said to himself, running a hand through his remaining hair. “Fawkes… you gotta stay safe.” He couldn’t afford to have Chrysalis get their hands on Darien. He pulled on the door, cursing when it. “Can someone hear me! I am a government agent. Holding me here is a violation of federal law!”

Comments

[likeafawkes.livejournal.com]

"You never know until you try, buddy." He's glad to see that he was right about his reaction to the replicator hatches. "Or at least those. I mean, I was able to get a bunch of stuff out of it."

He gestures to the bag slung over his shoulder and looks somewhat amused.

[paranoidtiger.livejournal.com]

"I gotta think about what songs I want to learn..." He tapped his forehead, still grinning. "So what else did you get?"

[likeafawkes.livejournal.com]

"I say some really romantic stuff to woo the chicks with."

He adjusts the bag a little, but makes no move to open it to show Hobbes. "Nothing you need to know about."

[paranoidtiger.livejournal.com]

Disappointed that Darien isn't showing off the contents of the bag, Hobbes shrugs after a moment. If he needs to find out, he'll just look through it when his partner isn't around to tell him not to.

"Something to woo the chicks with," he repeated, thinking. "I'll have to refresh my memory on Sinatra to find the perfect song."