knife_bender | Baltimore

Danny definitely did the concerned soccer mom thing of shoving a hand in front of Steve's chest like that would protect him or something at the cry of pain and clattering of a gun to the ground.

"What the hell?"

Steve was diving to retrieve the gun, now that it was on the ground.

He'd worry about the whiny criminal in a sec.

Dang that was a nice dive, Steve. Diego appreciated the commitment.

He pushed up his mask into his hair--he knew he wasn't that well concealed what with the giant scar on his face--and moved a bit closer.

"Hey, make sure your friend gives my knife back." The one sticking out of his arm, yes.

"Did you throw a knife," Danny asked. Well, demanded, really. Now that Steve had the gun and all.

"Oh my God, it's sticking through the other side," their whiny criminal buddy groaned.

"Don't pull guns on people, then," Steve lectured him from the sidewalk. "You'll be fine."

And Steve wasn't gonna lose sleep if it turned out the guy wasn't going to be fine.

"Yeah, I did, and you're welcome," he said, looking over Danny's shoulder to give the bleeding guy a look. "Should I just let him shoot you guys next time?"

There probably would be a next time too, let's be real.

"No, you don't get a 'thanks' for throwing knifes around like a lunatic," Danny informed Diego. "And why are you dressed like a commando?"

Steve. Steve, he found someone crazier than you finally.

"Oh god, I was just supposed to scare you!" Man, they used to hire scarier people for crime syndicates, didn't they?

"We're Five-O," Steve said, still optimistic that someone on this coast would know what that meant. "We don't scare easily."

Steve smiled at Diego. "And thank you. My partner's being rude. Want me to get your knife back?"

From out of that guy's wrist? That would probably not really, really hurt!

"If you would be so kind." At least someone here had manners.

"Oh god," their knifed buddy said, going pale and just looking terrified.

"Tell us who sent you and I won't let him," Danny said immediately, shooting a warning glare to both morons he had the misfortune of working with.

"We're an offshoot of the Pink Panthers," the guy stammered, taking a few steps back from Steve.

Steve squinted. "Seriously? That's the name you went with?"

Edited 2020-10-13 14:52 (UTC)

Diego snorted. “You guys were being tailed by a group named after a cartoon character?”

Big talk from someone whose superhero group was called The Umbrella Academy.

"They said, they said to keep an eye out for you after the lizard thing," he continued to babble. "Look, I'm just in it for a paycheck. The economy is bad right now, you know?"

Real talk from the punctured criminal.

Danny turned to fix Steve with the stink eye for that. Not because he caused the economic downturn that was caused by late stage capitalism, but the lizard thing.

"Maybe look into a job that doesn't include lizard smuggling," Steve said pointedly. "And he still wants his knife back," he said, jerking his finger at Diego.

"You two are into some weird shit, you know that?" Diego asked. "And, yeah, I really do like that knife. Come on, it's not like you'll bleed out it's just your wrist."

"Says the guy dressed up like a ninja!" Danny said, tossing his hands up. This might be the best time to get the knife back while Danny was distracted.

Steve yanked it out of the guy's wrist and he shrieked. "Oh, get over yourself," he said, rolling his eyes. "I've been shot a lot and didn't bitch about it."

"Hey, thanks man," Diego said to Steve. "My outfit outfit is practical. Easy to get blood out of."

Their friend fainted at that, hitting the ground with a dull thump.

"Jesus Christ," he sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I'm calling for an ambulance."

It was a shame they didn't ask more about who was looking for them, because now a van was screeching over in their direction. Because one bad guy was never enough.

Edited 2020-10-13 15:33 (UTC)

"That's not an ambulance," Steve said observantly, checking the gun he'd just requisitioned from the passed-out guy to make sure it was in good working order.

It was weird Diego looked excited about this, right? That was weird.

"I gotta admit you guys have pretty interesting date nights."

Danny shot him an annoyed look. One that got even more annoyed as the side doors on that van opened up to reveal a lot of people with guns. Like, a clown car of gun-toting criminals.

"This is your fault," he informed Steve, already moving to find cover.

"How is this my fault?" Steve demanded, ducking behind the always convenient dumpster while scoping out the situation.

At least they weren't down a dead end alley? Plus sides!

"Guys, guys, it's both of your fault." Diego ducked behind cover, immediately pulling out another knife.

You don't wanna know how many he had on his person at any given moment.

"Maybe they're just here to pick up their unconscious friend?"

The only reason their unconscious friend wasn't dead was because he was prone on the ground as his friends opened fire.

"What happened---"

Oh, spoke too soon. Bad time to sit back up, pal. Bad time.

"All this over some lizards? Seriously?" Danny grumbled, looking for something they could escape in because he was the only one unarmed.

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