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spaces_between2014-10-05 10:16 pm
infligere) wrote in spaces_between2014-10-05 10:16 pm
We're all animals inside
Who: Brock Rumlow & TJ Hammond (Political Animals)
What: PSL - Brock is assigned to keep watch on a Winter Soldier clone but also get himself in deep with the Hammond family in case he needs to put them all down so that HYDRA an prosper.
Warnings: Um... maybe violence? More to be added later.
When Alexander Pierce called, Brock knew that he was expected to drop everything, zip his pants up and haul over to where the new mission was. The changing political situation with Garcetti being in the water was one that Pierce was keeping a close eye on being an ex-Secretary and all that, but the man had a keenness for where the country was heading. He wasn't much interested in politics, though he kept up with it enough to be able to make chatter in the SHIELD lunchroom or on long-haul missions with STRIKE. The death of a President and the subsequent instating someone who smelled like a power-hungry, over-opinionated leech was not good for the country.
However, the Hammond family - as far as he cared - was circus side-show full of the kind of dysfunction one typically saw in the greasy underbelly of the poor neighbourhoods, minus the physical abuse and rampant guns. It was probably the only reason any of the Hammonds were still alive, but they were an important family, set up in a particularly good spot to take advantage of Garcetti's death. The rumours were a challenge for the Presidency was imminent.
The family also had a very particular piece of HYDRA sheltered - and the most dysfunctional of the lot - within that household. The Winter Soldier clone project had been some idea about thirty-five years ago, and it had been carried out with multiple people, the Hammond kid the most well-known. The Hammond kid was also one of the few survivors of the old project; apparently being cloned from a super-soldier had a high mortality rate, yet Thomas had survived two suicide attempts with little to no long-term effects. That made the kid both very interesting and very useful in the future. It meant the kid was someone HYDRA needed to have a handle on.
Pierce also wanted the rest of the family watched to see where Elaine would fall politically. She might not be swayed or hood-winked to the cause, and that meant if an agent was in close, he could end them all. For obvious reasons, they couldn't use the Winter Soldier.
So, he had been forced to take a leave of absence to take up baby-sitting of a recovering drug-addict homosexual kid with no doubt some kind of anger issues. It wasn't his cup of tea, but when the big man told him to hold his dick when he jumped, he did just that.
He wasn't secret service, but he was apparently being called in by Pierce as a kindness for the family to keep a closer eye on Thomas. Having rubbed elbows with the family so much, it hadn't been hard to get him in. However, he wasn't going to wear a suit all day, so when he showed up at the door for the first day of helping the kid out, he was wearing his black SHIELD fatigues, a tight black shirt, a relatively classy vest and his military jacket. He had his favourite pistol at his belt and a knife attached to his leg. He also had a days worth of stubble, going for the roguish rugged look rather than some clean-cut agent with a microphone on at all times. Pierce also told him to pull out his old dog-tags for effect. Whatever.
He was here to be effective and do whatever he had to do to keep Thomas close and as functional as possible. Well, at least he had to be in the same area as the kid or be able to track Thomas if the kid wandered off. Good thing he was highly effective at urban tracking, thanks to SHIELD and HYDRA. He been told to use any method required to get himself into Thomas' good books or trust or whatever a rich kid did aside from sleeping with as many men as possible. Well, he'd do whatever he had to.
He lifted a hand and knocked on the door. He probably should take up smoking for this. Oh well, time for that if this went South as fast as he thought it might.
What: PSL - Brock is assigned to keep watch on a Winter Soldier clone but also get himself in deep with the Hammond family in case he needs to put them all down so that HYDRA an prosper.
Warnings: Um... maybe violence? More to be added later.
When Alexander Pierce called, Brock knew that he was expected to drop everything, zip his pants up and haul over to where the new mission was. The changing political situation with Garcetti being in the water was one that Pierce was keeping a close eye on being an ex-Secretary and all that, but the man had a keenness for where the country was heading. He wasn't much interested in politics, though he kept up with it enough to be able to make chatter in the SHIELD lunchroom or on long-haul missions with STRIKE. The death of a President and the subsequent instating someone who smelled like a power-hungry, over-opinionated leech was not good for the country.
However, the Hammond family - as far as he cared - was circus side-show full of the kind of dysfunction one typically saw in the greasy underbelly of the poor neighbourhoods, minus the physical abuse and rampant guns. It was probably the only reason any of the Hammonds were still alive, but they were an important family, set up in a particularly good spot to take advantage of Garcetti's death. The rumours were a challenge for the Presidency was imminent.
The family also had a very particular piece of HYDRA sheltered - and the most dysfunctional of the lot - within that household. The Winter Soldier clone project had been some idea about thirty-five years ago, and it had been carried out with multiple people, the Hammond kid the most well-known. The Hammond kid was also one of the few survivors of the old project; apparently being cloned from a super-soldier had a high mortality rate, yet Thomas had survived two suicide attempts with little to no long-term effects. That made the kid both very interesting and very useful in the future. It meant the kid was someone HYDRA needed to have a handle on.
Pierce also wanted the rest of the family watched to see where Elaine would fall politically. She might not be swayed or hood-winked to the cause, and that meant if an agent was in close, he could end them all. For obvious reasons, they couldn't use the Winter Soldier.
So, he had been forced to take a leave of absence to take up baby-sitting of a recovering drug-addict homosexual kid with no doubt some kind of anger issues. It wasn't his cup of tea, but when the big man told him to hold his dick when he jumped, he did just that.
He wasn't secret service, but he was apparently being called in by Pierce as a kindness for the family to keep a closer eye on Thomas. Having rubbed elbows with the family so much, it hadn't been hard to get him in. However, he wasn't going to wear a suit all day, so when he showed up at the door for the first day of helping the kid out, he was wearing his black SHIELD fatigues, a tight black shirt, a relatively classy vest and his military jacket. He had his favourite pistol at his belt and a knife attached to his leg. He also had a days worth of stubble, going for the roguish rugged look rather than some clean-cut agent with a microphone on at all times. Pierce also told him to pull out his old dog-tags for effect. Whatever.
He was here to be effective and do whatever he had to do to keep Thomas close and as functional as possible. Well, at least he had to be in the same area as the kid or be able to track Thomas if the kid wandered off. Good thing he was highly effective at urban tracking, thanks to SHIELD and HYDRA. He been told to use any method required to get himself into Thomas' good books or trust or whatever a rich kid did aside from sleeping with as many men as possible. Well, he'd do whatever he had to.
He lifted a hand and knocked on the door. He probably should take up smoking for this. Oh well, time for that if this went South as fast as he thought it might.
(finally - i hope the format change is ok)
[it might not be the response rumlow's expecting, given that tj has - apparently - been told to expect him. but these things just seem to slip his mind somehow, and only the knock taps the remembrance back in there. today's when he's meant to meet the latest addition to the Hammond family security detail. one near-death-experience too many and tj gets his own, personal stormtrooper.
he's not an idiot. when his mom agreed that it was time he move back to his own place again, he knew it wasn't really an act of trust. it's just embarrassing for a woman pitching herself as capable enough to run a country to have a son she can't even keep a handle on still living in her back bedroom. maybe if elaine wasn't hitting the campaign trail she wouldn't have asked for the extra help, assuming she or dougie would be around enough to keep an eye on him. maybe without the added outside focus that her plans for the presidency would bring down on all of them she wouldn't be so afraid tj would crack again.
but she's running, and the vultures have already started circling. pretty soon there will be people going through tj's trash and trying to take pap shots through his bathroom window. again.
he knows it's going to be hell, he just doesn't see how getting him a guard dog he can't even pet is going to help any.
so that's rumlow's first greeting. the knocking over of something heavy, and muffled cursing from behind the door.]
One minute! [says a voice trying to normalise itself, and maybe five minutes later tj's actually there looking out at him. he's wearing jeans with one button unfastened at the waist, noticeable because there's no shirt under his hastily pulled on leather jacket. it seems like he's trying to style this out as a look, though when he steps back a little his t-shirt's crumpled up under a chair by his desk (the reason he couldn't find it), and he's turned off the camera on the computer, but the skype logo's still big on the display.
he offers a wry smile to detract from all that, and the general mess the apartment's in. more a slightly artsy college student's digs than the grown son of the political elite.]
Hey, sorry, I was just -- cleaning up? [a shrug, a grin, and he looks rumlow over for a second. pierce he knows. pierce is charming and smooth tongued, and has been there to ruffle tj's hair at birthday parties since he was a kid: kinda hot in a silver fox way. rumlow's more an unknown factor.] Wow, you really came dressed for the occasion, huh? Are we expecting missile strikes at dawn?
kk
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