01-28-2017, 04:33 PM
Jay lounged in his seat while the preshow was set up. Folks filed in on either side, and he kept an eye out for guys that looked like they could handle themselves. There were two rich looking Russians in the row ahead of him, three seats to the left that gave him the stink eye as they passed. Jay grinned and lifted his glass in return. The two smirked, exchanged words in Russian, chuckled and spent the next ten minutes ignoring him.
Then there was an older guy, upper 50's, who would fit in at a biker bar. He wore leather head to toe, shaved his ead, tattoos, and Jay even gave the one on the back of his scalp a thorough examination since it was genuinely interesting.
But nobody looked like genuine threats. Oh they could do some damage definitely, and more so when tempers were lost or egos bruised, but the real danger was in someone like teenie bopper's body guard. Another one was standing near a pair of rich looking identical twin girls that had taken over the front row. The body guard had his own seat, but the hawk-like focus in his eye told Jay he had zero interest in the concert. He wore a suit, one that fit loose enough to conceal all kinds of weapons. Though most, of not all, of those had been confiscated at the gates. If he was anything like the private security Jay heard about in Moscow, like that Pervaya Ilenya company, his hands were just as dangerous as any edged weapon. Probably former military too. They had a look about them. Jay understood the temptation to join the private sector. So no judgement from him. In fact, he gave the idea merit last year when he suddenly found himself up shit creek without a paddle. That's how he knew of Pervaya, researching options. A few places tried to recruit him. But it had been the Legion where he found a home. Something about the cause made risking his life seem worthwhile. More than saving ritzy teenagers anyway. If he was going to die, dammit it would be for at least a half way decent reason.
So, he kept an eye on his surroundings but for the most part enjoyed the solitude of the overhead music, set up, and beer. In fact, he was tossing popcorn in his mouth when more guys joined his row.
He scoped them out like he had the others. First guy looked about half Jay's weight soaking wet, and about as tough as a drowned rat. They can bite, but nothing a good kick couldn't handle. Second guy looked scrappy. Kind of like a street tough bloke. But it wasn't his physique that caught Jay's attention, though he was definitely in the kind of shape to kick ass if he knew what he was doing.
It was the fact that he was sizing up their surroundings just like Jay. He saw the red head hulk, gathered surroundings, exits, entrances, threats, maybe even the vulnerable-apparently preteen girl managed to buy a ticket.
Jay followed his line of sight to the stage where he was fixated on something. Frowning, he reexamined it for himself. It all seemed normal. What was he seeing?
He pulled his feet off the chair in front of him, sat up, set the popcorn aside.
"Hey. What is it?"
He kicked a nod toward the stage, growing vaguely concerned.
Then there was an older guy, upper 50's, who would fit in at a biker bar. He wore leather head to toe, shaved his ead, tattoos, and Jay even gave the one on the back of his scalp a thorough examination since it was genuinely interesting.
But nobody looked like genuine threats. Oh they could do some damage definitely, and more so when tempers were lost or egos bruised, but the real danger was in someone like teenie bopper's body guard. Another one was standing near a pair of rich looking identical twin girls that had taken over the front row. The body guard had his own seat, but the hawk-like focus in his eye told Jay he had zero interest in the concert. He wore a suit, one that fit loose enough to conceal all kinds of weapons. Though most, of not all, of those had been confiscated at the gates. If he was anything like the private security Jay heard about in Moscow, like that Pervaya Ilenya company, his hands were just as dangerous as any edged weapon. Probably former military too. They had a look about them. Jay understood the temptation to join the private sector. So no judgement from him. In fact, he gave the idea merit last year when he suddenly found himself up shit creek without a paddle. That's how he knew of Pervaya, researching options. A few places tried to recruit him. But it had been the Legion where he found a home. Something about the cause made risking his life seem worthwhile. More than saving ritzy teenagers anyway. If he was going to die, dammit it would be for at least a half way decent reason.
So, he kept an eye on his surroundings but for the most part enjoyed the solitude of the overhead music, set up, and beer. In fact, he was tossing popcorn in his mouth when more guys joined his row.
He scoped them out like he had the others. First guy looked about half Jay's weight soaking wet, and about as tough as a drowned rat. They can bite, but nothing a good kick couldn't handle. Second guy looked scrappy. Kind of like a street tough bloke. But it wasn't his physique that caught Jay's attention, though he was definitely in the kind of shape to kick ass if he knew what he was doing.
It was the fact that he was sizing up their surroundings just like Jay. He saw the red head hulk, gathered surroundings, exits, entrances, threats, maybe even the vulnerable-apparently preteen girl managed to buy a ticket.
Jay followed his line of sight to the stage where he was fixated on something. Frowning, he reexamined it for himself. It all seemed normal. What was he seeing?
He pulled his feet off the chair in front of him, sat up, set the popcorn aside.
"Hey. What is it?"
He kicked a nod toward the stage, growing vaguely concerned.
Only darkness shows you the light.