B.L.’s Comments (group member since Dec 15, 2012)

B.L.’s comments from the A Wild in Colbie group.

Both Blue and Prophet laugh at that. Blue shakes his head,
"No, it's not that easy. Aim, for a start, is something that needs practice. You miss one and you're dead, because these people won't miss Kara. One miss, thats all it takes". He doesn't want to scare her, but what he's saying is the truth. These people are mostly trained assassins, they'll take down someone like Kara in seconds if he she can't even fire a gun.

(Thats ok)

Blue smiles slightly at the incredulous look on her face,
"Alright then. Like i said, we have time. So today's lesson will be, 'how to shoot a gun at the people who try to kill me'"

Blue nods in acknowlegement of her choice,
"The we'll be leavig later on tonight. Things will be different from now on. I'm going to have to trust you to a certain extent Kara, i need you to use your common sense and listen to me. I'm not saying that be a frutrating bastard, i'm saying it because that's the only way i'll be able to protect you, alright" Blue steps away from her and takes out another throw away phone from his pocket, thinking about calling Tommy but then deciding his silence will be a better 'fuck you'. Blue is pleased in some ways that Kara chose to come with him, it will certainly change things for him, but he keeps his promises. Blue looks back up at Kara,
"Before we go, we have some time. I think you'd prefer it if you had some way to protect yourself, if you're anything like me i mean, then i know you'd rather not be completely dependant on me. So, have you got any experience with a gun?". Blue takes out one of his. Blue usually carrie a few weapons, not just guns, at all times.

Blue moves towards Kara until they are only a few feet apart, he doesn't touch her, but his gaze meets hers. Everything has gotten even more complicated than before, and it was pretty fucked up to begin with. But it was fine, because Blue liked it that way, dangerous and choatic, never boring at the very least. This is Kara's life though, not his, she deserves every choice he can give her,
"I'm giving you this choice because if it were me, i'd want one. Feeling trapped inside your own life is the worst feeling there is. MI9 will put you somewhere, keep you, and then bring you out when they want you for something. That's how it will work, trust me on that if nothing else. But a life with them will be less dangerous than a life with me, that is also certain. I'm not taking you on jobs, that would be ridiculous obviously. Not yet anyway. But i can protect, i have the ability to do so for however long you need it. Your life will never be normal, but you'll never be bored either. I have enough money and even more connections in the world to make sure they won't find you, and even if they did I can protect you. With the Secret service your fate is sealed, but it is the safer option. With me nothing is certain, i can't promise to keep you safe, but i can promise to protect you till my last breath"

Prophet looks up slowly at Kara, he wants to tell her not to bother Blue when he's like this. But Prophet knows how much Blue would hate that so he just gestures for her to come into the room properly. Blue doesn't come out of it for another full minute. When Blue does, he stands up and walks away from the sofa until he gets to the mantle. Then he turns around to face both Prophet and Kara, his blue eyes no longer vacant, and now once again perceptive and intense,
"I'm going to Germany. You have a choice, either you come with me and i'll protect you, or I can....or i can put you under the protection of this country's secret service, more specifically MI9. I would put you with EE, but they only take on people they one day hope to employ. That is also an option for later on. You should know if you go with the secret service I will not be able to get you out again, they will own you for life. That's why i don't work for them, they see everyone as something to be used, they would use you to control me for example". Blue thinks back to his conversation with Tommy all about this. Tommy of course insisted she would be safer with SS, but Blue wants her to have a choice, he would want one.

Prophet comes down stairs to see Blue sitting on the sofa staring off into space, his foot tapping to a rythm Prophet remembers from years ago. It is likely that Blue got no sleep last night, he rarely does. The again Blue and Prophet have that in common. For Prophet the nightmares of his time in the military still haunt him and for Blue...well, there's a lot to lose sleep over. Prophet puts the kettle on and sits down next to Blue, his friend's black hair is even wilder than before from him running his hands through it all night, pale blue eyes looking off into the distance, his handsome face set in an expression Prophet recognises as deep thought. Prophet says nothing, allows his friend to come back to this world in his own time.

(to after she sleeps, whenever that is)

(ff?)

"You can go upstairs Kara. Use the bathroom if you want, or there's some food in the kitchen if you like" Blue forces out past his anger. Damn Tommy. The man drives Blue insane.

(Sorry for shortness)

Prophet gives her look, a look that says, 'don't ask me, i'm just the side kick this time around'. Prophet gestures at the stairs,
"I've checked all over up there, it's clean, no ninja criminals/agents with guns will jump out at you. Accept me. Blue doesn't jump, he prefers the less classy barg in, tuck and roll" Prophet drawls.
Just then Blue come back in, face like thunder. Prophet can tell the call didn't go well, rarely does with Tom on the other end.
"Run, escape to a room before he starts breaking things. Again" Prophet mock whispers at Kara, earning him a scalding blue fire glare from Blue.

Prophet can't help but smile slightly at that. How to explain 'Tommy'. Only person who calls him that is Blue, to everyone else he's Special Agent Tom Wilder. Anyone who knows of Tom Wilder also knows he is an infamous MI6 agent. What he is to Blue is a whole other issue.
"Enemy. Lover. Hunter. Ultimate oponant in the game of life. Pick one, it changes almost constantly. Like i said, Blue is a complicated man, and his relationships with anyone and everyone are even more complicated" Prophet says with a shrug. Trying to explain Blue and Tommy to Kara would be like trying to explain the meaning of life to a frog. Mainly because Prophet doesn't even understand it fully.

Prophet smiles slightly, he tilts his head, considering his answer. Prophet is even taller than Blue and towers over the girl. Prophet is a killer, no point arguing about that, but between the two of them, Prophet is suprisingly the kinder less rough edged man. Together they've always been chaos meets destruction, hail and lightening, darkness and shadows. When a tornado meets a volcano, nothing is safe. Phil Masters, Head of EE, said once to them. Eventually Prophet drawls honestly and confidently,
"Blue is a complicated man. He's unpredictable and as a teenager he was dangerously reckless. His father caused a lot of damage. But we can't always choose how we feel. Blue is the cleverist, most dangerous and infuriating bastards i have ever met. I trust him with my life. He's not an easy man to like, and understanding him is pretty much pontless, but you can trust him to keep his word. If he promises you something he'll do it, no matter what."

Once inside the safe house Prophet hands Blue a phone, Blue barely resists the urge to grown.
"It's Tommy isn't it?" asks Blue, Prophet just smirks in that way that makes Blue wants to deck him. Blue takes the phone and then turns to Kara, he meets her gaze steadily,
"Stay here with Prophet, do as he says. I'm just going to be outside...taking a call". He leaves before either Prophet or Kara can say anything, phone at his ear.

Prophet watches the girl, she seems tired, but her hackles are very firmly risen. He leans against the living room wall, thick arms crossed over his broad chest,
"Is there anything you want to ask? Can't promise to answer, but you can ask" he says, his voice low, gritty, with a sothern twang from growing up in texas for most of his childhood.

The rest of their drive is quite enough. Blue doesn't says anything more, thinking he'll just land himself in even more shit. Prophet keeps glancing at him and Blue can't stop himself from looking at Kara every now and again. He isn't really worried, people have been after Blue since he was 16, he can handle this. They get to the old safe house inthe early hours of the morning. The place is out in the middle of nowhere but is also close enough to the airport for tomorrow. Prophet parks outside and gets out, Blue does as well.
"I'll do the sweep" says Prophet, Blue nods and lets Proph do his thing. This is a secret safe house for just Blue and proph, but that doesn't mean they won't check it out first to be sure. Blue opens up Kara's door and gestures for her to get out. After about ten minutes Prophet nods at him from the porch.
"Come on then, you'll be safe here for a while" he says.

Blue frown for a moment, he knows this is his fault. Without thinking Blue reaches out and takes Kara's hand in his, his thumb softly smoothing over the side of her hand. She looks at him, idignation lighting up in her eyes, his bue eyes catch hers as he says,
"I don't mind you pestering me. I'm sorry Kara. I didn't mean it before, i do care, i never meant to put you danger. I promise i won't let anyone hurt you for as long as i live" he nods once more before letting goand turning around. Blue looks forward at the road, he can feel Prophet's raised eyebrow, Blue gives him a look that says loud and clear, 'shut up and fuck off'. Prophet just smirks.

Blue arches a dark eyebrow,
"This life didn't come with a manual love. Thats why i like it. I don't work for anyone long term for a reason. You'll never have a normal life again, that much i can promise you. Worse case scenario, you get stolen away by one the organisations, or one of my enemies, that wants me. Or they just kill you on sight. Best case scenario, you decide you'd rather not spend your whole life running and i could hook you up with a job. With EE most likely, youd have to train for it, hard as fuck training. But that's your choice, and i have quite a few things to sort out first. Just keep it together long enough for me to get things sorted and then we can make some real descisions about your future" Blue answers honestly. He can't promise much more than that, his life is a dangerous one. A job with EE would be dangerous as hell, but he won't lie, learning how to defend herself and become a hard as nails merc is the best option. He won't force it on her though, if Kara wants a normal-ish life somewhere he'll do his best to make it happen.

Blue sighs and looks at Prophet, he isn't sure what he's looking for but he doesn't get it as Prophet only shrugs in an 'she's your liability' kind of gesture. Blue turns in his seat fixing her with his blue eyes, he's feels a lot more calm than before, the adreniline high finally waring off some.
"Alright. I'm going to explain some things, but please, know how serious this all is, listen because i will not repeat. I won't give you specific information because then you would be in even more danger than you already are. Yes, i am a very much wanted theif and merc. Prophet works for EE, which stands for Extreme escapes, he works for....the gouvernment, but in more a loose capacity, also a mercenary, a very good one. Those people at your house were Spooks, or CIA agents to you. They've been after me for a while, they want to trap me into working for them as i refuse to do. I did my last job for the Albanian maffia, and they are some bad fuckers, trust me on that. The FBI, MI6 and MI5 and VD are after me. VD is an excusive world wide global protection agency against terrorists and world wars ect ect. The St. Patricks are also one of my more criminal-esk clients, and control main parts of the weapons and drug trade in Russia and Germany. I'm meant to steal a very rare dimond worth millions, possibly even billions. There are a lot of people who want me dead, but most of them want me to work for them. They would use you to get to me so i'm protecting you for both our benefits. Your family will be safe as long as you aren't there, i've sent out a call to destroy your personal files. You no longer exist. Welcome to my world Kara, get comfy, you'll be staying a while"

They drive silently for about half an hour, which is a small mercy Blue is sure he'll pay for. He expects either Kara or Prophet to ruin the beautiful silence at some point. Blue knows this is his fault, that he shouldn't have been with Kara more than once in such an open area. Especially after just finishing a job. He knows he was harsh with Kara, but he cannot have a girl getting pissy every time he snaps at her. It's not her fault that he's fucked up, but now she's here and they both need to make the best of it. There are countless people all over the world who would love to get ahold of something to hold over Blue. To threaten him with, to blackmail or lure him into a trap. Blue doesn't have personal relationships and this is why. Eventually it is Prophet to breaks the silence,
"You still got that job in Germany Blue?" he asks, his voice deceptively calm. Prophet is one of, if not the, most dangerous man Blue has ever met, as an ex marine he'd need to be, but sometimes Prophet is so deadly calm that it even throws Blue off. Blue takes out the throw away phone, sends a text and then gets rid of the phone out of the window. He turns to Prophet,
"They've offered me 100 grand when i get them the diamond" Blue offers.
Prophet scoffs,
"Since when have you given a shit about the money"
Blue tilts his head,
"I don't, but it's a good deal. I'd be in and out, would only take me a couple of days."
"You taking Miss Bones with you to Germany, she can be your back up, nancy drew style" Prophet says, dead pan, one dark blond eyebrow raised.
"Fuck off Prophet. I'm meant to leave tonight, but i have till the end of the month. This will be sorted by then" replies Blue,hoping to end this conversation.
"Oh, alright. Didn't realise you found yourself a genie, because three wishes is the only bloody way this will be sorted by the end of this lifetime, let alone this month" replies Prophet, still casual as hell, a bit of sarcasm creeping into his voice now though.
Blue runs a frustrated hand through his black hair and says nothing for a moment.
"I'll sort it" he says finally.
"Yeah, i know"
"It will be fine."
"Alright. So, when we gettin on this flying pig of yours"
"Shut up and drive sarcastic arsehole"
Prophet just chuckles to himself and says nothing.

Thats it. Blue grabs hold of Kara's arm. Fuck the cleaning crew, something has to be sorted right now. Blue slams Kara up against the wall, he's still running on that lethal edge of adrenline from both his job and killing four Spooks. Kara needs to understand how serious this is or she'll be a liability. Blue holds her off the ground with ease and gets close enough that their eyes meet,
"Listen to me. You almost died. There's a good chance you still could and i'm the only person willing to protect you. I'm not the hero in this story or any story, but i guess you've figured that out already. I am taking you somewhere safe, if you'd rather stay and die, fine. Grow the fuck up Kara, this isn't a game, not for you. This is my life, i'm sorry that being seen with me got you involved with all this. Get over it, or you will die. Accept the fact that you may never see your family again. No crying, no back talk, no being an idiot just because you're angry at me. The people who's attention you've gotten, many of them will kill you. And they're the merciful ones, a lot of them will take you, torture you for information on me, so the less you knowm the better. Now shut up, or i will leave you on the side of the road, don't think for a second that i'm doing this for any other reason than because i feel it's my resposibilty. You cause real problems, you're gone." Blue pushes away from her, takes hold of her upper arm and takes her out of the house. Prophet is parked out front, the cleaning crew from EE should be here any minute. Blue opens the car door, places Kara inside and then gets into the front. Prophet starts driving before Blue can even close the door.

Blue moves forward, those lethal pale blue eyes latching onto hers, the intensity of them almost stiffling with their brutal honesty,
"Away, thats all you need to know. They will come for you. The only choice you have is if you want them to come after your family too." he says simply, because it is the truth. Blue makes a call to Prophet,
"Proph, it's done. We're moving out now, be ready." he hangs up. Blue gestures out of the room
"Pack some stuff now, or we leave without it. Your choice Kara"