hey, asshole // jamie & riker
He’s been tracking this goddamn asshole for weeks.
Jamie’s got to admit, whoever this hunter is, he’s good at covering his tracks and leaving as little evidence of his existence as possible. Or rather, leaving as little of a trail as possible but Jamie’s the Multiple Man and he has dupes all over the city scouting out this bastard. Sure, it’s taken longer than he would have wanted and there’s been causalities in the process but he’s finally found him.
There’s no hesitation as he scales a fire exit and hurls himself onto the rooftop that the mutant hunter is sniping from. It’s that time of night where the Morlocks crawl out from the sewers and go looking for supplies. Sometimes Jamie leaves them care packages or sends a dupe to it to them but tonight, he’s using them as bait. Of course, he’s warned them and he’s not about to let one of them die on his watch but he needed to lure out this douche bag and SUCCESS IS MIIIIINE - or so he says in his own mind with a maniacal laugh.
As quietly and quickly as he can, he darts along the rooftop just to grab hold of the guy’s collar, throwing him down like a pro-wrestler would with a rag doll. Jamie’s strong as it because of just how much he actually works out but to lift a man bulkier than him...Well, that’s fulled by pure adrenaline and rage.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” He bellows, throwing a punch straight down without delay or remorse. This guy’s killed enough mutants for Jamie to not give a damn about the consequences - at least, for the time being.