Well Hello Thar

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[And here's Firo, his clothing once again riddled through with bullet holes. This time, however, his chopper is slung over his shoulder on a leather strap. He swipes sweat from his forehead, yelling orders obliviously.]

Lyman, Warren, around back! See what's holding 'em up. I've got this way covered, and don't argue!

[Blink. Blink blink. He groans.] Just plug me and put me out of my misery. How did I get here?

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[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[glances at the bullet holes] You must be Firo.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Have a Firo making this face at you.] You know about me? Who're you?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[offers his hand] Captain Jack Harkness. Ianto told me about you.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Surprised.] ...how much?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[uses the hand he'd extended to gesture at the bullet holes] The reason you're still alive after something like that.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Oh right, hand. He offers his own.] Um... nice to meet you. You're the other one around here, I guess?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Looks like you were having a touch time.

Just look at this as a chance to catch your breath.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Mrrt face.] I don't like being yanked from the middle of something.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Looks over the bullet holes and gun] It looks like you were involved in a gun fight.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Is not sure how he feels about this.] Proved you got eyes, good job.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino has suspected Firo might be involved in something anyway] Can I ask what was going on? People don't normally run around getting into to gun fights.

[contract_star]

[Weary smirk.] All it takes is a thought to get here. Happens all the time.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[-_-] They should fix that.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Rubs his shoulder, making a face.] In your world, maybe.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Studying Firo] You've show up twice with bullet holes in your clothes. You're getting into gun fights during the Prohibition and somehow you don't seem like the police type.

[contract_star]

[Nods at all the bullet holes.] Trouble at home?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Sheds his gun, setting it down on the plane and trying to loosen up his shoulders.]

You say 'the Prohibition' like it ends.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Looks down at himself and sighs.] Somethin' like that.

[contract_star]

But nothing you can't handle, right?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Because it does, eventually.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Right.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Uhh...Firo? You okay?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

....

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No!!

[contract_star]

I hope you're not caught up in this whole thing with the missing people, too?