Neon and Dust
The Shoot space western AU that no one asked for.
(AN: The rough first chapter of the person of interest space western au that no one asked for. Rough because I haven’t fully finished world building stuff and won’t until I finish STC. It’s a bit long for tumblr but I didn’t want to move it over to ao3 just yet. The hub planets, if I ever write that far, will be more cyberpunk-y thus the neon in the title. Final rating unknown as of yet.)
Shaw looked around the table over the top of her cards. “You boys sure about that?”
The sound of a ship passing overhead roared through the bar and the entire building shook slightly, bottles rattling on shelves. Sounded like a freighter to her, probably headed towards the nearest terminal to blink the hell away from this dusty hellhole on the outskirts of nowhere.
“I said call, you damned cyborg.” The big guy across the table from her had been getting angrier and mouthier over the last few rounds as the little blue numbers on the credits bar in front of Shaw had ticked steadily upwards.
Shaw almost rolled her eyes at the insult; she was pretty sure he didn’t actually know about her arm. She dropped her cards on the table. “Read em and weep.”
She heard quiet mutters throughout the bar as everyone took in her cards.
“You’re cheating.” The man on her left stood up and leaned on his fist on the table, trying to tower over her.
“Maybe you’ve just got shit luck.” Shaw slouched further in her chair, the smallest of smiles playing around her lips. It was really too damn hot for the fight that was inevitably going to break out. Despite the fans turning lazily on the ceiling, there wasn’t even the semblance of a breeze in the dark bar.
“Well, your luck just ran out.”
The man reached behind himself, presumably for his gun, but Shaw didn’t wait to know for sure. Her left arm shot out under the table and clamped onto his upper leg, squeezing hard enough that she felt something snap. He screamed incoherently, and collapsed to the floor.
There was a long moment of silence and then the other two men at the table both jumped up, reaching for their guns. Shaw finally did roll her eyes and kicked the table over at them. She used the time it took them to recover to unfold herself from her chair and stand up, rolling her shoulders back and cracking her knuckles. The knuckles on her right hand, anyway.
Her left arm, hidden beneath her long coat and a very special glove a friend had gotten for her, was a bit…different. She’d have to pull her punches a little in this place or someone would catch on. (The man whose leg she had just pulverized could be a problem, but it had been so worth it).
Or maybe she could take them all on with only her right arm. Sounded like a good challenge. She wasn’t carrying any weapons today, didn’t want to give the local Samaritan Enforcement officers any reason to take a shot at her.
In her peripheral vision she saw five or six other people from the bar slowly moving in.
Looked like it was going to be a fun assignment after all.
When the local Enforcement officers got to the scene five minutes later, Shaw was the only one left standing. Mostly standing. One of her new friends had smashed a bottle on her leg and done a bit of damage, but nothing too serious.
“Empty your hands and turn around!”
Shaw sighed and dropped the man she’d been holding by the throat. She turned around slowly and raised her hands.
“Don’t want any trouble, gentlemen.” She tried to look harmless, though she was aware that given the large number of injured, groaning bodies around her it was probably a tough sell. But pummeling Enforcement agents was not on today’s agenda so she needed to play along. These guys were pretty pathetic as Enforcement agents went, the bottom of the barrel, but they still technically reported in to Samaritan and that meant not causing a scene.
Well, more of a scene.
She should have gotten out of here sooner, but it was too late to regret that.
“Arrest her,” snapped the leader of the squad. “And don’t try anything or we’ll open fire.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, officer.”
Reese was going to have a hissy fit when he bailed her out.
“Finally.” Shaw stood up when the Enforcement officer approached the cell door.
He looked at her and sneered. “Oh, you’re not getting out. We’ve just got some company for you.”
Another officer came down the hall, shoving a woman in front of him.
“Oh, hell no.” Shaw stalked over to the bars. “You are not putting her in here with me.”
“You two know each other?”
Shaw glared at the other woman, took in the mischievous look in her eyes and the shit-eating grin on her face.
“I know her type.”
“I thought I was your type, sweetie.”
Shaw was tempted to give herself away and just punch straight through the bars and knock the woman’s teeth in. Instead, she fumed quietly and made herself step back so they could open the door.
The first officer shoved her new companion into the cell and slammed the gate behind her. Both men turned to leave.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” the woman called after them, holding up her still-restrained wrists.
“Those stay on,” the first officer said. “We don’t want any repeats of what happened earlier.” Both officers disappeared through the metal door at the end of the hall.
“Well, I can’t say much for the hospitality here, but at least the company is excellent.”
Shaw made a disgusted noise. “Why the hell are you here, Root?”
Root pulled experimentally on the metal cuffs. “I got arrested, obviously.”
“Yeah, I don’t buy that for even a second.”
Root only smiled and waltzed past her to perch daintily on the edge of the bench that ran along the back wall of the small holding cell.