Post by fury on Jan 26, 2007 20:09:51 GMT -5
Nick Fury leapt over the gap between the building he’d just climbed up and its neighbor. His boots crunched gravel as he landed, and he had to force himself into a tuck and roll just to avoid injury.
The mutant before him still fled, beating feet at a human pace, though quite fast. Fury followed, glad that he’d not stopped recreational running in his retirement. A handful of SHIELD agents were hot on his heels, but the mutant had a strong lead on them all.
The chase went on. After a second long jump to another rooftop, Fury finally had the bead he’d been waiting for. It took but a second to aim, and the hiss of air-pressurized darts whispered their poetry through the Manhattan sunlight.
The mutant fell with three darts in his back, and took a nasty skid on his face across the shingling. Fury considered rolling him off the side, as the bastard had spat up some sort of acid into the face of one the SHIELD agents, and had done some seriously irreparable damage.
But, as usual, Nick fell back on the law. Besides, this little bastard was a very important lead on a very bad mutant. His orders were to bring this one back alive. Top priority.