cause you gotta stay cool in the corner

[waiting]

WHO: Rick Bradbury & Diamond Lil
WHERE: A local shopping center.
WHEN: Sometime this weekend.
WHAT: Bradbury's in the market for hired muscle; Lil happens.
WARNINGS: Lil Crawley.

[ Bradbury's been turning Mitch's request over in his head. As far as security goes, a few names come to mind easily enough. After all, he doesn't have any other members of his security team left around the place, so Lil's a natural option.

He could have just asked over the phone, or dropped by Mitch's house -- he isn't sure if Mitch has already said anything -- but it seems like the kind of offer that's better brought up face to face. Which is why he's here, standing around awkwardly beside a fountain in the atrium of whatever mall he and Lil agreed to meet in.

He doesn't need to scan the crowd for her, since she's going to stand out no matter what she does anyway. This isn't normally the kind of place he hangs out in, since the merchandise is definitely outside his budget, even if it would be nice to get a new suit. ]

Comments

[waiting]

Something like that.

[ He keeps his tone bland, non-committal -- then shakes his head ruefully. ]

Or, maybe I'm just getting as paranoid as Mitch is. [ He's too out of practice, even if security is his job. Guarding a bank just doesn't require the same skillset that bodyguarding does, and Bradbury's worried that if something does happen, he's not going to be able to move fast enough. Despite his reservations, he manages to collect himself enough to muster a weak grin for Lil.]

Thanks, though. I feel a little better just knowing you'll be there.

[glassbox]

[ She feels her age sometimes -- invulnerable or not, there's no stopping the process of getting older. Even being a mutant, with genes like hers, Lil isn't what she was twenty years ago. But her powers haven't faded, even if she's slightly slower and a bit more tired. Worse comes to worst, she'll make for a better human shield than most.

Either way, she doesn't seem much concerned about it. Instead, she pats him lightly on the arm again, as if she feels like he needs her reassurance. ]

It'll be fine, Rick. [ Then with a mild curiosity: ] Who else y'recruitin'? 'Cause I'm doubtin' it's jus' gonna be you an' me, right?

[waiting]

[ That gets a laugh out of him, and he shakes his head. ]

That's the thing. Most of the people I would've asked about it aren't around anymore. [ He shrugs. ] I'll ask John, maybe Ace, but besides that, I can't think of anyone off the top of my head. Guess I'm gonna have to go looking around and see who wants any work for an evening.

[ Please don't point out how sad it is that Bradbury's falling back on the talking dog do do security, Lil. ]