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

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

"No" he answers coldly, still having not shifted away from the lethal man he has to be to kill people so easily without hesitation.
"Prophet has called someone in to take care of the bodies, but we have to move out now or they'll come for you again within the next 12 hours. Get a bag, pack the essentials. Now." Blue shoves one gun into the back of his jeans and the other into a holster inside his leather jacket. Blue has to get her out now or more Spooks will come. Or worse. Most likely both. Blue and Prophet called in a cleaning crew from EE, but they need to be out now.

Blue ignores her glare. Again wondering how she can possbily be angry with him instead of worrying about the gun at her bloody head. This girl isn't just niave, she's insane. He makes a mental note to stop saving insane girls in alleys, let the crazies get attacked next time Blue, just keep walking next time. Blue's steely fire eyes stay on the Spook's. The Spook seems pretty arrogant despite Blue's threat. Blue hates that, almost wants to kill him just to wipe that smirk off his face, he's killed for less. Blue puts his finger on the trigger and clicks the safety off on his gun. The Spook keeps eye contanct and cocks the gun against Kara's head. To save Kara he needs a head shot, it'll be risky, but Blue can do it,
"I doubt you'd go through all this for some random girl Blue. She must mean something, it isnt like you to save people for no reason. You're a theif and killer. A very talented one, but still, not exactly white night material. She must know something for you to give a shit" the Spook says almost conversationally, as if they aren't both trained killers who are holding guns.
"Last chance Spook. Let her go, or die" Blue says calmly.
The Spook merely raises an eyebrow,
"You wouldn't risk shooting me, not while i have her so close-"
Blue fires. It's a clean shot through the head. The dead Spook's body crumples to the floor, his gun clattering towards Blue. Blue picks up the Spook's gun and looks up at Kara.

Blue gets in through the same window that the Spooks came through. They haven't killed her yet, he can feel that they haven't. Blue keeps to the shadows and snaps another Spooks neck. There are two left. Blue comes down the stairs silently, his movements quick and liquid smooth. He hears the commotion in the kitchen. Blue takes out his gun and shoots one of the Spooks right in the head, a clean shot. The other is holding Kara, a gun to her temple. Spooks aren't stupid, the CIA's moto is 'If you can't kill it, hire it', these men know how to survive, but so does Blue. Blue moves into the room, his gun trained on the last Spook standing. The Spook holds Kara in front of him, his gun still at her head. Blue keeps his eyes on the mans dark face, Blue slides into his merc persona, completely lethal and cold to his core.
"Blue I presume. The agency wants you in for questioning-" begins the Spook.
"They want me in so they can trap me into working for them. I've said before, i'm not interested. Let the girl go, she is nothing, she knows nothing" Blue says, his voice hard as steel with just enough edge to put the deadly promise into his voice.
"Or what?"
"I will kill you"

Blue and Prophet stop a few streets away from Kara's and get out. Prophet stays in the car, ready for a quick get away when this is all over. Blue can handle a few Spooks. When Blue gets near the house, he see's that the Spooks parked around the corner and that they are most likely already in the house. He gets to the one in the van, pulls him out before he can even yelp and snaps his neck just as fast. Blue heads closer to house, trying to find their point of entry.

Prophet drives fast as they track the Spooks to Kara's house. Blue waits for it, know it's coming, but damn if he's going to start the conversation. Then finally,
"Blue, how do you know this girl?" Prophet asks.
Blue's gaze darts over to Prophet for a few moments,
"I don't"
"Idiotic bastard"
"I know"
Prophet just shakes his head in amusement and frustration.

Blue gets into the car and turns to Prophet, an old friend who's in EE, a merc with somewhat good intentions. He technically works for the gouvernment, but he's a merc, he kills people for a living, how good can that ever be. Prophet and Blue met a while ago, when Prophet was undercover working for a crime boss in New York. They've had each others backs for years, and help out when they need it. They've worked a few jobs together, legal ones, or at least ones supported by EE, which stands for 'Extreme Escapes'. EE is in the same league as the FBI, the CIA and MI6, except EE has less rules and allows for more...creativety on cases.
"I got a call, they saw you with that girl" Prophet drawls, with that look in his grey eyes that says Blue is going to get into some serious shit. Prophet used to be in the military, recon, and then went onto the CIA before joining EE. He's 33 years old and is the only person Blue trusts in the world.
"Is it the St. Patricks?" asks Blue, mentally cursing like hell.
"Nah, Tommy says they might be Spook assholes again" answers Prophet, his ruggedly handsome face passive in the face of danger as always.
"Fuck. Think they'll go after her.....yeah they'll go after her. Come on, lets go, track 'em alright"
"Yeah, got them. This girl better be worth it Blue"

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(Yep, i'll go make it)

(Hmmm, yeah. She gets in her car and drives home. Blue gets a call, or text, warning him about people going after the girl he was with. He has a few enemies so he'll know its true. Then he goes to her home and stops them from killing her, probably by killing them.He tells her to pack a bag and that they have to go. Thats just the basic idea i've got going atm. x)

(Are time jumping? Because Blue has a job in Germany, he isn't meant to come back. So we'd need to do this by the next day x)

(Lets stick with cliche, if we go too complicated we'll just end up stopping half way through. If thats ok with you, if you have another idea you'd rather do just say so x)

(Yeah. I mean, i was thinking that Blue isn't the type of person to give information freely, and Kara seems to be a bit stubborn to. Thats why i suggested the semi-kidnap situation where he takes her away because then they'll be forced to spend time together and won't be able to walk away like they've been doing. That's what happens in, like, every romance book including a bad boy and a independant good girl)

(Now what?)x

Blue resists the urge to laugh once again, instead rolling his eyes lightly and nodding along with her mini rant. He knew she would take all the wrong things seriously. He places a hand over his heart, throws his head back and shouts,
"OH THE DRAMA, OH THE AWFUL LIVES WE LEAD. YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND ME" he moves back away from the car and spins around and around in circles as he says the words.
He stops and strides back over Kara, his expression intense and again slightly amused,
"You know that's what you sound like right. Please stop, i'm alergic to teen angst. You had no right to ask me what i was doing because I wasn't the one who was almost bloody raped/mugged/killed, or all three, because thats what those nice people wanted to do Kara, people like that don't stare at a pretty girl alone at night for funsies. Just remember that, alright, unless you have a death wish, if you do then i apolagise for getting in your way". Blue nods once more and begins to walk away from her, for the seconds time in 24 hours.

When they reach her car only then does Blue let his arm fall away from Kara. He can tell she resented having him walk her here like that, and that she didn't like him calling her out on doing something stupid and reckless. Blue can also tell that Kara is smart enough to understand what could have happened so he doesn't say anything about it. Blue regards Kara for a moment, he really needs to go meet one of his handlers and get that plane. Pale blue eyes burning he says,
"'Thank you Blue, for saving me', 'You're welcome Kara'. Play nice child.", he knows she's already irritated, so pushing her can only end badly, but the girl is amusing when angry, still very pretty too.
"What were you trying to prove with that stunt Kara? Seriously? Have a fight with your uncle did you? For the love of hell, next time just stomp your foot and demand a pony like everyone else" he goes for humour, guessing she'll take it far too seriously once again.

Blue almost laughs at Kara's words. He gives every single person who looks anywhere close to Kara a look that promises severe pain and zero mercy. He knows where she's talking about and begins to walk them both there, still keeping her close to him.
"I'm here because i had a job to do nearby. The reason i can be in this place alone is because I'm the most dangerous fucking person here, and they all know it. So stop being such a drama princess and use the brain i know you have" Blue answers, deadly calm, his voice smooth and deep. He isn't going to argue with this girl, it was stupid of her to be in a place like this alone at night and he knows that she knows it.

Blue only pauses for a moment before moving forward quickly and wraping a hand around Kara's wrist. How she'd managed to get into this part of the city without realising he has no idea, but he can't leave her alone. Blue can already feel eyes on them, more likely eyes that were on Kara, white hot anger builds inside him at the thought of what they could have done to her. Blue pulls her close to him and puts a firm and strong arms around her shoulders, holding her close protectively, sending off 'fuck off' vibes like they're going out of style. He leans down and whispers,
"Stay close to me Kara. I knew you were attracted to danger, but bloody hell, one more minute around here alone at night and you could have been....just keep walking, where is it you're trying to get to?"

Blue moves swiftly from shadow to shadow, he has to meet someone tonight before he leaves for Berlin. Blue's mind momentarily goes back to his dying father. He will never see the man again, not alive. If you can really call being hooked up to a life support machine and a crap load of tubes living. Blue keeps his dark haired head down and does his best to blend in with the darkness all around him, there are only a few people on these kinds of streets, it isn't the kind of place you'd want to be cornered in. He almost misses her, but that feeling, that strange natural power inside him that he's had since birth unfurls and alerts him to her presence.

Blue scales down the building, in moments his feet hit the floor. He got the job done hours ago and dropped off the stolen items worth millions with the people that wanted the damn thing. Blue has always has a thing for scaleing up and down buildings, especailly down. He loves the rush. Then again that's why he steals. Blue does what he does because A-He's fucking brilliant at it and B-because Blue likes to steal. The rush is worth more than any money they could give him. The more difficult or dangerous the better. They transffered the money into one of his accounts before he made the drop off. Always get the money up front, Jones always said, that's the first rule of any buisness arrangement like this one. Made Blue feel like a prostitute for a while at first, but he understood it. Blue's slept with plenty of people, he'll have sex with anyone, man or woman, to complete a job.
Blue walks down a few side streets, makes sure to loose that damn tail who's been following him. Being as wanted as Blue is means that someone is always following him. Blue takes his hands out of his leather jacket pockets, he dressed all in black, and he takes off his black gloves now that the job is completely done with. His next job is Russia, he'll have to leave soon.

(just made it, can you, i have to do something a minute x)