#mission o clock 😎

[fightwing]

UMBRELLA ! / @redhead-reporter

he caught up to mj easily, angling his umbrella to protect them both. the cover of rain and crowd blending them in near effortlessly, a rare blessing on what was ultimately one of the riskiest plans they'd ever quickly concocted. doing anything in a crowd gave dick a bit of pause --- a far cry from the life of showmanship he was born to, and the one in the shadows he was raised in. but they had one shot before the campaign moved states and they were even LESS prepared to act. the senator's speech was supposed to start in a few minutes, and although there had been talk of moving the event to a venue less prey to the elements, the crowd that had materialized was too big to disperse. the campaign was moving forward as planned. he took a steadying breath before speaking, the rush from planting the bugs they needed having to wear down. " we're all set. " he spoke lowly, to the shared space between them. he trusted the process, he trusted their intel and most importantly he trusted their combined skills. but it was still a risk. the rain pelted the umbrella, little raindrops skidding off the back of his jacket in an off-tempo beat. dick adjusted his grip on the umbrella. " all good on your end? "