Random Scene (General)

This scene came to me earlier this evening and I’m not quite sure what to do with it. It’s not specific to any of my stories and it’s not part of something new that I thought of developing. It is purely random and therefor it annoys me b/c I hate not knowing what to do with things that come out of nowhere. *sigh*

Here it goes, though.

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Coltrane looked at the Transgenic in exasperation.

“Look, kid, this is way out of your league. Let the professionals do their jobs, okay?”

X5-494 smiled grimly. “Okay,” he said, whipping his gun out from the concealment of his trench coat and firing a succession of shots over the sheriff’s shoulder. His target went down with a heavy thud, weapon clattering some feet away from the fallen body.

“And you’re welcome,” 494 added, before walking away.

(later)

“Hey, Alec,” came the stilted voice the young man had come to dislike.

X5-494 hesitated a moment and then turned to acknowledge the other man, raising a brow in question but not uttering a word.

“Wait,” Sheriff Coltrane said. “Look, I’m sorry about earlier. You’re nothing like I thought you were. You got balls, you don’t back down, you’re smart. Anybody can see that. But you ain’t been around long in this business.” A dark shadow passed over 494’s eyes, knowing the sheriff was dead wrong, but there was no point in correcting the man, so he settled instead for crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back against the wall in silence. “You gotta understand that this shit can get dirty and the players are hard and mean and they don’t give a rat’s ass if you got a family or loved ones. They want their merchandise and they ain’t got issue with killin’ for it if someone gets in the way.”

Alec pursed his lips. His gaze was steady and unblinking and it unnerved the sherriff more than he liked.

“I was just lookin’ out for you, Alec. But it looks like you ended up lookin’ out for me. You had my back out there and for that I’m grateful.” He gave the young man a wry smile. “You know, if you ever thought of a career in law enforcement, you’d make a fine cop.”

At this, 494 smiled. “Thanks, but I kinda like what I do.” Alec gathered his belongings and slung the duffel over his shoulder, smirking at the reactions to this effortless move. The whispers almost made him laugh. (“Wasn’t that at least a hundred pounds?” “What is he, Superman?”)

Coltrane extended a hand to X5-494 who took it in his own and the two shook firmly. “I can’t say I hope I’ll be seeing you, Sheriff. Good luck.”

The younger man stepped out of office and made for the building’s exit.

“I liked that kid,” Coltrane commented fondly to his dark haired assistant.

She cocked her head to the side, watching the surety of the younger man’s gait and admiring his posterior with a smile.

“So did I.”