#strikercannon

[ranchmanu]

to : @strikercannon

location : puhlman ranch

another day, another supposed alien sighting had dragged the unlucky amount of far too many tourists into the ranch & even if that was a not so foreign thing to see for the men working there, it did mean having to ride from one end of the terrain to the other, making sure no fanatic jumped where they weren’t supposed to— preventing the animals from being scared away— but it also meant having some fun. dealing with tourists was manuel’s best & most common argument to justify taking a well deserved break, make up some alien stories the tourists might as well just buy & get himself & his men a drink. any opportunity he could find to do anything close to any of that, he’ll take.

“ ey, people— keep movin’. nothin’ to see here, ” one hand waves around absentmindedly while the other grips the reins as he stirs on the horse, away from the people to face striker. he is grinning cockily, pearly whites shinning like a revolver before a bullet is fired. “ if they keep this up, i might dip jack in green paint n’ call him an alien horse or somethin’, ” patting said animal’s side with an airy chuckle, he briefly leans over the saddle, eyes squinting under the sunlight. “ you wanna head out, compadre? call it a day? ‘cause i certainly do. ”

[laraxfitzgerald]

'09: Cross My Heart, Hope To Die

Date: 29th of September, 2009 Location: Corpus Christi, Texas (port’s warehouse)           

                 Hell’s Bells. That’s what she heard when Jimmy called her and said Garcia is dragging on the whole thing. It was supposed to be a clean deal.. the Colombians get the money, the Westies get the coke. It was Jimmy who went inside - as her late father’s street boss, Jimmy along with Steve, her father’s underboss, took upon him to learn the newly acquired boss the reigns of the job. Meeting the second in command of the narco boss Velasco wasn’t supposed to be young boss’ today’s lesson. Yet, it was precisely Lara who Garcia wanted to meet.  

                  It was Mickey Cannon who followed Lara’s footsteps as she ran out of the black car through the both Colombians and Westies guard, not thinking twice. Whenever Colombians were dragging the deal.. someone got killed. It was the unspoken rule, the one she was determined to change. How, Lara didn’t know. But she knew they were running into a trap. It wasn’t just about meeting the young boss. There had to be more to it. Things were never so simple, not with the Colombians. “Mickey, just fuckin’ don’t do anything,” a hard Texan accent of hers came out as the duo stepped inside one of the port’s warehouses. 

                  Her eyes immediately found the second in command. Tall, dark bearded, his arms heavily tattooed, Garcia was in his mid-thirties.. the perpetual smirk on his features, he locked his eyes with Lara’s. “Mis condolencias, guapa.” Saying it with a smile, Garcia chuckled as he exchanged glances with the rest of the Colombians. All she had to do was to stay calm.. all she could feel was her blood boiling under her skin. “I’ve been wanting to meet you for a very long time, Lara.” Coming closer to her to touch her cheek, it was that moment Lara realized they were outnumbered. Jimmy, Reese, Sean, Lucky, Chris.. even with now Mickey and Lara inside, it wasn’t enough. Swallowing hard, feeling her breathing got faster, the brunette beauty frowned. “Too bad the feeling isn’t mutual.” 

                    “Ella muerde,” Garcia let out as his soldiers laughed.. exchanging glances with both Jimmy and Mickey, they all knew they would have to be patient with Garcia, just as they knew their lives were on stake. “Why are you so mad, guapa? We’re just having fun.. I heard you like that.” Another laugh from the Colombians.. Jimmy was still shaking his head, but who was the boss, Jimmy or Lara? As she was about to say something, door opened once again. “And who do we have here?” Moving his hand away from Lara’s cheek, Garcia smirked as he focused on the new person in the room.. Lara turned around only for her eyes to find someone she seriously didn't want here.. Striker Cannon.

@strikercannon​

[judedubois]

closed starter ft. @strikercannon​​.

With the freak storm still raging on around them, things seem to have only become more complicated, and Jude finds themself not really knowing what to do when the water in their place is cut off and they don’t have anywhere else to go. That’s exactly how they had end up out in their truck, maybe heading towards Ender’s or Jurriaan’s or wherever they end up being able to get to easier or first. They aren’t one hundred percent certain either of them are better off with it, but it seems like the obvious thing to do when they can’t take a fucking shower or do anything at all really. Only of course, their truck decides that today is the day it’s going to give them trouble, and when they’re a good distance from their apartment, they hear the engine start to sputter and give out. 

This is how they find themself standing on the side of the road, frantically waving someone down that they vaguely seem to recognize, but more so are hoping will be able to do something more than Jude can right now. Irritation is written all over their features, and the cold has them blowing into their hands, feeling overwhelmed and aching. “Hey! You. Old guy I saw get punched in the face last week at The Wild Pony? Pretty sure that’s you. You look like you want to either fix my truck, or give me a ride.”