doubleoohbaby | IC contact

[ right after this, Mitchell is sending a text.]

Are you here yet? Where are you?

2 mins. Do I need gun

Yes!

[ Two seconds later, he's calling... ]

[Distractedly answering. He's also trying to drive top speed and weave traffic.]

Sir?

[ Bond, you've probably never heard Mitch sound scared. ]

We've got a problem. A big one.

[Tyre screeching, several car horns blaring, Mitch will probably hear it stereo seeing as it's literally down the road.]

Who's there with you?

[ and in triple, since he can hear the car too ]

Watch it!

Shit, the morning crew is here, but I want this kept quiet. I need Gracie Mansion's guards doubled. I--

I got a message.

[Oh. Oh, no immediate threat to life right this second. That at least means he can park the car into the drive way without like... ramming it through a wall.]

One moment, sir.

[Click of his pistol juuust in case, passing one of the morning crew with a casual nod. No biggie, just checking his gun, nothing to worry about. And then he's with Mitch, eyes on everything at once.]

What sort of message?

[ He left it on the floor, after he'd dropped it, he didn't even want to fucking look at the thing. Mitch's normally tidy desk looks much less orderly, even after Electro's little sit-in, when he stood on his desk, that had been straightened up. Now the desk had papers everywhere, drawers pulled out, hell, he'd even tossed the autograph from Superman onto the top, with just a touch more care.

In his hands was a neon green...gun? It looked like a nerf gun. He wasn't taking any chances. ]

I don't care how small it is, even if it's a fucking ant, it gets killed, understand? I don't care if it's April's fucking raccoons, they don't come in either.

[ A beat, he knows he sounds crazy. ] Someone sent me message by pidgeon this morning. I'm not taking any chances.

[There's a moment of hesitation as he finally spares Mitch his full attention, still poised, hackles up.]

Someone sent you a message by pigeon?

[He's trying to understand the significance.]

Yes!

[ for several moments, he gives James this 'what are you on' look, before he realized that he hasn't actually...explained what's happening. He gestures to the floor. ]

Read the note!

[Pause. And then a nod as he moves forward, ducks down to scoop up the note and scans over the few lines. If nothing else, he can read a threat behind it.]

Who?

Do you remember last year when all the fucking pigeons and rats went nuts? Someone was playing a prank on me in the middle of all of that.

[ Still agitated, but a bit calmer. ] I don't know how they found out, or even who they were, but they were taunting me with some imagery of my, [ a beat, ] arch-nemesis.

[A nod. How can he forget?]

Your arch-nemesis?

[After a small consideration, his gun gets tucked back into it's hip holster.]

Yes, my arch-fucking-nemesis! I'm an only child, James. There's only one person who's ever called me "brother", and he kind of made my life hell!

[ Look this is a big deal to him 8( ]

There's a gigantic flock of pigeons near Gracie Mansion. That doesn't spell good news.