[ He does have a point. Though she's not sure how much her behavior would've changed in regards to knowing beforehand. It's hard for her to move away from her cynical attitude unless a certain purple person is involved.
Which obviously isn't the case this time around. Thank fucking god.
No. No, this time she thinks it's just an angry weirdo rando with something to prove. Call it a hunch. ]
We can still try to narrow it down. I mean... it probably shouldn't be too hard to figure out, right? [ Maybe. She takes another sip from her coffee, obverses the letter once more, and slides it back over to him so he can take a look at it again if he wanted to. ] Have you had any disgruntled clients lately? Or maybe people associate with them? I can think of a few on my end.
[ Jessica at least feels the same way he does. She does care despite not showing it all that well and, well... she wont admit it out loud -- but she does respect her last name sharing counterpart.
Which means no matter who the target is, having them stick close together is all for the better. ]
Whoever this might be is surely going to be caring a gun around with them.
[ J'onn has quite the broad selection of potential enemies of his own. Some he can dismiss out of hand, because they're alien conquerors, or the psychic remnants of murdered teenagers, or other such horrors. It, sadly, does not narrow it down much. ]
If it is intended for me, 'lately' isn't a necessity... Considering the method, I wonder if it was someone I put away when I was still on the force.
[ He's never explained why such a straight-laced by the book guy like him is no longer a police detective. Especially when he's still occasionally hired by the police. It's one of those subjects that doesn't come up, like why she's not a superhero anymore. Of course, he doesn't mention he also used to be a superhero either. It's been a long time since the Bronze Wraith fought crime in the sun, and he contents himself with his detective work and saving the world in the shadows when needed. ]
Precisely what I was thinking, a gun at minimum. That is why I want to hire you to find them. [ He pauses for a moment, drinking his coffee- he's been here longer, and he finishes it. ] I suggest you hire me to find them and we call it quits.
[ Extending a hand across the table, he offers to shake and seal the deal. His human form is only slightly smaller than his massive Martian appearance, barely shy of 7' and with a hand fit for a gorilla. He still makes sure to hide that he could crush a car like a coke can. As for the gesture? It's technically meaningless. But it's also a semi-official way to agree to... what's the best way to put it... get the job done. Make it a job. Better, make it a duty. And say whatever you want about John Jones, but he's honourable enough to do his duty if it kills him.
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Which obviously isn't the case this time around. Thank fucking god.
No. No, this time she thinks it's just an angry
weirdorando with something to prove. Call it a hunch. ]We can still try to narrow it down. I mean... it probably shouldn't be too hard to figure out, right? [ Maybe. She takes another sip from her coffee, obverses the letter once more, and slides it back over to him so he can take a look at it again if he wanted to. ] Have you had any disgruntled clients lately? Or maybe people associate with them? I can think of a few on my end.
[ Jessica at least feels the same way he does. She does care despite not showing it all that well and, well... she wont admit it out loud -- but she does respect her last name sharing counterpart.
Which means no matter who the target is, having them stick close together is all for the better. ]
Whoever this might be is surely going to be caring a gun around with them.
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If it is intended for me, 'lately' isn't a necessity... Considering the method, I wonder if it was someone I put away when I was still on the force.
[ He's never explained why such a straight-laced by the book guy like him is no longer a police detective. Especially when he's still occasionally hired by the police. It's one of those subjects that doesn't come up, like why she's not a superhero anymore. Of course, he doesn't mention he also used to be a superhero either. It's been a long time since the Bronze Wraith fought crime in the sun, and he contents himself with his detective work and saving the world in the shadows when needed. ]
Precisely what I was thinking, a gun at minimum. That is why I want to hire you to find them. [ He pauses for a moment, drinking his coffee- he's been here longer, and he finishes it. ] I suggest you hire me to find them and we call it quits.
[ Extending a hand across the table, he offers to shake and seal the deal. His human form is only slightly smaller than his massive Martian appearance, barely shy of 7' and with a hand fit for a gorilla. He still makes sure to hide that he could crush a car like a coke can. As for the gesture? It's technically meaningless. But it's also a semi-official way to agree to... what's the best way to put it... get the job done. Make it a job. Better, make it a duty. And say whatever you want about John Jones, but he's honourable enough to do his duty if it kills him.
And also, it's just kinda funny, right? ]