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the_rabbithole2015-08-11 01:34 am
saintofaboss) wrote in the_rabbithole2015-08-11 01:34 am
Zero Saints Thirty: Take 2
[So the entire mission went well. Things got done, problems solved, sappy speeches while the Boss sang Aerosmith to himself while flying on a rocket to save the day during what became rather quickly a suicide mission... He heard all the words, of course. The speeches given, or lack thereof from Johnny, but a fist to... Whatever he hit... Was definitely just as worth it. So, landing in the office chair of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. was a rather pleasant surprise. Of course, the helmet helped disguise the face of the man underneath who even while kicking his feet onto the table, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back, he definitely was a bit freaked out.
That lasted all of two seconds before he tried to see if he could get any contact from the others, even if his own suit was faulty when it came to sound.
Apparently falling and having debris falling over him in the Oval Office was enough to make communication useless in general. So the next mode of contact was to grab his phone from one of the pouches and taking a selfie, still wearing the entire suit as his free hand did his best 'I've got duckface under this helmet' peace sign he could manage before adding text to it after and to only one person from that team.
So Johnny Gat would be getting a text in a few moments with said picture.]
Thinking of you as I sit in the goddamned oval office
[And at that point was when security got there. He rolled his head back in annoyance before aiming to get under the table from gunfire and text again]
Get here fast I'll leave some security guys for you
That lasted all of two seconds before he tried to see if he could get any contact from the others, even if his own suit was faulty when it came to sound.
Apparently falling and having debris falling over him in the Oval Office was enough to make communication useless in general. So the next mode of contact was to grab his phone from one of the pouches and taking a selfie, still wearing the entire suit as his free hand did his best 'I've got duckface under this helmet' peace sign he could manage before adding text to it after and to only one person from that team.
So Johnny Gat would be getting a text in a few moments with said picture.]
Thinking of you as I sit in the goddamned oval office
[And at that point was when security got there. He rolled his head back in annoyance before aiming to get under the table from gunfire and text again]
Get here fast I'll leave some security guys for you
no subject
[There's a shrug as the Boss grabbed one of the handguns off of one of the Secret Service members.]
I mean I guess if were we to think logically not shooting and kicking their asses would help, but still.
[Two men were at the door and he went for a shoulder shot to one of the guys, the goal at this point incapacitate. When they're thanked he wanted everyone to apologize for trying to kill them or arrest them.]
In their defense, though, some whack job in a black helmeted suit fell through the ceiling into the Oval Office. I think they miiiight have some justification to being a bit upset.