Cleanup Crew
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dolevalanTitle: Cleanup Crew
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mousling's, the characters are mine
Characters: Helena, Ed
Rating: PG-13
A/N: A quick one-shot. Eddie and Helena and in the middle of a modern-day war with Gorgons. It leaves collateral damage. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
prompt_a_day.
The crowd was dead. Helena swore under her breath lightly. “Fucking monsters. Eddie, what’s the count?”
“Looks like about thirty, at the outside. And a few might be recoverable, if we can afford to hang around.”
“Cops on the way?”
Her earpiece crackled. “None alerted yet, love, but you’re in the middle of a lively little beat there. Someone’ll be through before long.”
“We need to get them moved or gone,” Helena said, making a snap judgment. “If we save one, but the whole thing’s exposed, we’ve as good as killed hundreds more.”
“Gone quicker than moved, ‘laina.”
She exhaled, and touched the stone face of a woman with her gloved hand. “I know, Ed. It’s gonna have to be gone. Greater good.”
He snorted. “Yeah, yeah. The Sibyl’ll be thrilled about this one.”
“Yeah, I’m fucking thrilled myself,” Helena snapped. “We’re not the cleanup guys.” She pulled out her sonic pulse gun.
“Guess we are now.”
“Don’t push me, Ed.”
He smirked, but fell silent as he set up a quick, makeshift perimeter. It’d give them warning, at least. Helena said a quick prayer to Athena, hoping she had made the right call. No guidance came.
She leveled her machine at the first statue, the woman who’s face she’d touched. There was more confusion than terror on the woman… the statue’s face. That seemed to be the case, these days.
“Alright, we’re set,” Ed called, low but loud enough for her to hear clearly.
“Ready. Set,” she murmured to herself, under her breath, and pulled the trigger.
Fandom/original: the setting is
mousling's, the characters are mineCharacters: Helena, Ed
Rating: PG-13
A/N: A quick one-shot. Eddie and Helena and in the middle of a modern-day war with Gorgons. It leaves collateral damage. For
prompt_a_day.The crowd was dead. Helena swore under her breath lightly. “Fucking monsters. Eddie, what’s the count?”
“Looks like about thirty, at the outside. And a few might be recoverable, if we can afford to hang around.”
“Cops on the way?”
Her earpiece crackled. “None alerted yet, love, but you’re in the middle of a lively little beat there. Someone’ll be through before long.”
“We need to get them moved or gone,” Helena said, making a snap judgment. “If we save one, but the whole thing’s exposed, we’ve as good as killed hundreds more.”
“Gone quicker than moved, ‘laina.”
She exhaled, and touched the stone face of a woman with her gloved hand. “I know, Ed. It’s gonna have to be gone. Greater good.”
He snorted. “Yeah, yeah. The Sibyl’ll be thrilled about this one.”
“Yeah, I’m fucking thrilled myself,” Helena snapped. “We’re not the cleanup guys.” She pulled out her sonic pulse gun.
“Guess we are now.”
“Don’t push me, Ed.”
He smirked, but fell silent as he set up a quick, makeshift perimeter. It’d give them warning, at least. Helena said a quick prayer to Athena, hoping she had made the right call. No guidance came.
She leveled her machine at the first statue, the woman who’s face she’d touched. There was more confusion than terror on the woman… the statue’s face. That seemed to be the case, these days.
“Alright, we’re set,” Ed called, low but loud enough for her to hear clearly.
“Ready. Set,” she murmured to herself, under her breath, and pulled the trigger.
