As he walked, something vibrated in the front of his raincoat. His already scrunched face in anger furrowed even deeper as he felt for the device. He watched in the distance as Jessica seemed distracted by someone in the opposite direction. It looked like Mary and Charlie. Diego looked to the device that had a text message on it.
"Fucking, Rand." The mutter was quiet while reading the message.
Looks like you made it. Just squeeze both the buttons on the sides and we'll come help if you need us. The guy you're looking for is Jack McKinnon.
Diego silenced the phone and the screen, slipping it into the pocket it had been in. McKinnon. Mary hadn't used the name. He wasn't sure if she kept her maiden name or hid her married one for his class. Thoughts continued to run through his mind but no clear plan came together.
"Mary, get your ass in here and quit talkin' to that degenerate!"
The voice got his attention and Diego quickly headed back toward the front of the building. Jessica might have been called worse but he didn't like hearing it.
"Buzz off, Lady! You don't wanna make Jack mad! My brother's a cop and he'll throw your ass in jail! Damn it, Mary! Didn't that social worker showing up teach you enough of a lesson? Don't tell me this is another one! That's it, I'm calling Jack!"
Mary shook her head profusely, guiding Charlie into the building. Diego couldn't hear her voice over the rain unlike the asshole who had been yelling from the window on the second floor. The knife thrower picked up a piece of broken sidewalk that was a couple of inches and threw it into the open window, receiving a satisfying yelp in response.
"You fuckin' bitch! What kind of social worker throws rocks?! You broke my goddamn phone! I'm coming down there and teaching you a fuckin' lesson myself!"
And THAT was the reason he wanted his soulmate to stay out of the situation. Diego pulled open the trench and held a knife in each hand as he hurried up to the front of the building. It wasn't as if Jessica couldn't defend herself, he didn't want her to get mixed up with having to teach a cop a lesson. Especially when the lesson was possibly being an amputee. Now they had to deal with an extra asshole.
The closer that Diego got, the more intensely focused he became. He had no idea if the brother shared the same apartment or if Mary was just being watched now by relatives. Number Two could easily be walking into a hornet's nest but he wasn't fazed. His objective remained to get the victims to safety by any means necessary.
Little did he realize the commotion could provide Mary enough of a distraction to pack her and Charlie's things. Maybe something Jessica said convinced her to take the chance. Unfortunately, none of those thoughts came to mind as Diego saw red. He somehow missed there being someone behind him.
"Hey, Asshole! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring a knife to a gun fight?" A voice cackled at him as he spun around. Shots rang out and knives dropped to the ground. Number Two held hands out in front of him, somehow redirecting the rounds into the parked car next to them. "What the--"
Diego had no idea if the man was Jack or yet another sibling. A quick strike to the throat stopped any further conversation. Before the one threatening trouble could come downstairs, the vigilante flung the shooter into the side of the nearby building--knocking him out cold in the process. Hargreeves quickly picked up the dropped knives and continued toward Jones.
"I'm going up to get Mary and Charlie. Find a ride out of here," he barked while walking toward her.
"Who the fuck are you? You're not getting anybody! --What did you do to Liam?!"
Sadly, Diego learned that he hadn't laid out Jack. Apparently his relatives thought they could carry guns or were also cops. He didn't give it much thought as his wrath was now aimed at the idiot yelling in front of Jessica.
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"Fucking, Rand." The mutter was quiet while reading the message.
Looks like you made it. Just squeeze both the buttons on the sides and we'll come help if you need us. The guy you're looking for is Jack McKinnon.
Diego silenced the phone and the screen, slipping it into the pocket it had been in. McKinnon. Mary hadn't used the name. He wasn't sure if she kept her maiden name or hid her married one for his class. Thoughts continued to run through his mind but no clear plan came together.
"Mary, get your ass in here and quit talkin' to that degenerate!"
The voice got his attention and Diego quickly headed back toward the front of the building. Jessica might have been called worse but he didn't like hearing it.
"Buzz off, Lady! You don't wanna make Jack mad! My brother's a cop and he'll throw your ass in jail! Damn it, Mary! Didn't that social worker showing up teach you enough of a lesson? Don't tell me this is another one! That's it, I'm calling Jack!"
Mary shook her head profusely, guiding Charlie into the building. Diego couldn't hear her voice over the rain unlike the asshole who had been yelling from the window on the second floor. The knife thrower picked up a piece of broken sidewalk that was a couple of inches and threw it into the open window, receiving a satisfying yelp in response.
"You fuckin' bitch! What kind of social worker throws rocks?! You broke my goddamn phone! I'm coming down there and teaching you a fuckin' lesson myself!"
And THAT was the reason he wanted his soulmate to stay out of the situation. Diego pulled open the trench and held a knife in each hand as he hurried up to the front of the building. It wasn't as if Jessica couldn't defend herself, he didn't want her to get mixed up with having to teach a cop a lesson. Especially when the lesson was possibly being an amputee. Now they had to deal with an extra asshole.
The closer that Diego got, the more intensely focused he became. He had no idea if the brother shared the same apartment or if Mary was just being watched now by relatives. Number Two could easily be walking into a hornet's nest but he wasn't fazed. His objective remained to get the victims to safety by any means necessary.
Little did he realize the commotion could provide Mary enough of a distraction to pack her and Charlie's things. Maybe something Jessica said convinced her to take the chance. Unfortunately, none of those thoughts came to mind as Diego saw red. He somehow missed there being someone behind him.
"Hey, Asshole! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring a knife to a gun fight?" A voice cackled at him as he spun around. Shots rang out and knives dropped to the ground. Number Two held hands out in front of him, somehow redirecting the rounds into the parked car next to them. "What the--"
Diego had no idea if the man was Jack or yet another sibling. A quick strike to the throat stopped any further conversation. Before the one threatening trouble could come downstairs, the vigilante flung the shooter into the side of the nearby building--knocking him out cold in the process. Hargreeves quickly picked up the dropped knives and continued toward Jones.
"I'm going up to get Mary and Charlie. Find a ride out of here," he barked while walking toward her.
"Who the fuck are you? You're not getting anybody! --What did you do to Liam?!"
Sadly, Diego learned that he hadn't laid out Jack. Apparently his relatives thought they could carry guns or were also cops. He didn't give it much thought as his wrath was now aimed at the idiot yelling in front of Jessica.