001 - Network/action - Get along little dinosaurs?

[havingprecision]

[The network startles to life with a riot of noise. Shouts. Gunshots. The sound of large animals trumpeting and snarling.]

.. are you insane? STOP SHOOTING!

CRASH

Some idiots decided to rile up the dinosaurs and they're currently stampeding through old town Chicago and the gangsters.. [Cue a pause to hear the sound of a tommy gun going off in the background] are taking exception to this. Anyone within the sound of my voice who can help get civilians out of harms way, I need you down here. Everyone else stay clear. I repeat stay clear!

[Dinosaurs and gangsters. Yep. He's got this.
He'd better because Oliver is up and moving back into the fray.

At least it's better than sitting around.]

Comments

[strongerthanyouknow]

It's not surprising to hear the same thought she'd been having come out of Oliver's mouth. There was a reason they sometimes ended up finishing each other's sentences and already being in the same camp on a plan before even touching in with each other. A questionless, reliable professional ease in that found little elsewhere.

"Already got my people on it."

And she did. Also, on top of dancing with a dinosaur several times the size of her, but since never did Sara Lance choose safety over those kinds of facts. Protect the people on the ground, trust those with distance range. Trust her people to get the guns. Put herself in the path of the worst.

Not because it's reckless, but because she's the one who can handle that.
Stay in movement. Small, and fast. Keep it off balance. Aim for the eyes.