xiv; and everything i see
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"As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss."
― Cassandra Clare , The City of Heavenly Fire
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Phil's brown leather jacket was zipped up that night, covering the black armour his best friend had designed when they had first been a team, when they'd vowed to be partners, forever and ever. His guns were holstered around his waist, and there was a compartment around his thigh that held more ammo, more bullets to shoot into his target of the night, another thing Benji had chosen for him to use.
His helmet was on over his face, and that was the final thing Phil would let himself relate to Benji, because he'd watched the man use slight fingers to design the lenses, watched him put cameras somewhere on his suit, slip a tracker inside, watched him fix the sound when Phil had busted it the first time around.
When he inhaled, he could smell the jacket, the smokes, the grease, the gunpowder that had gotten onto it on his many adventures that seemed just like that night. Except, for most of them, his boyfriend wasn't at his side. Now he was, mask covering pretty brown eyes, one hand balanced on the ground as they crouched by an alleyway. A short baton was sheathed at his side, along with a utility belt around his waist, both white, a contrast to the grey he was wearing besides that.
Benji would have killed to give him a silly name, just like he'd chosen Raze for himself, had forced The Devil of London onto the media.
There was a crash, footsteps, running, and then a figure appeared in the alleyway, a man with a black helmet on, and then another man with red hair visible. When the red-haired man got over to the other one, he reached for the helmet and pulled it off his head, revealing green hair, and Phil saw his boyfriend, out of the corner of his eye, move, went a ways away before he threw up on the rooftop.
"Jack..." The red haired man said, and Phil could only hear because he turned up the amount of sound his helmet would pick up. "Are you... Alright?" He cupped the other man's cheek, and there was a long silence before the green haired man leaned into his palm, giving a little sigh. "Sean?" The red haired man attempted again, softly.
"I'm fine, Mark." The green haired man said firmly, despite not moving his head away from Mark's palm. "The fire wasn't close enough to me."
"There's a fire..." Hayley interrupted into the communications, and Phil nearly rolled his eyes. "Lance and I are dealing with it, so you two just stay put. Jimmy's got the computers with Ana, everything's fine."
"Alright." Dan answered into the line, so Phil stayed quiet, tuning his attention back into the two men, not even moving when his boyfriend crouched back beside him. "That's... Edward and Jack."
Phil raised his brows. "Also known as Mark and Sean." He mumbled, putting his hands onto his knees, "I think... I think Mark and Sean are their real names."
"Jack," Mark pestered again from the ground, "we should go."
Seeming more apt to respond to the name Jack, the green haired man let Mark move his hand, straightening before he let the other man put his helmet back on.
Before they could leave, Phil shot his guns.
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