Fic: Entropy and Chaos Magic
Title: Entropy and Chaos Magic
Rating: PG
Prompt: Leverage, team!fic, they're superheros (with pyrokinesis, telekinesis, etc)
Summary: "One should always look for any possible alternative
to the exercise of destructive magic, for to be forced into the
position of having to use it is a position of weakness."
Notes: Takes place before The Empath and We Can Rebuild Him.
Nate knew who his people were. IYS had some serious files. Nate suspected they'd hired psychics and mind-readers and the like to get half of the information because Nate knew there was no other way to get this sort of information.
Dubenich didn't know what was coming for him. He had no idea what he'd amassed. No, Nate thought as he flipped through the files he'd taken with him, Dubenich would never have double-crossed them if he had known exactly what he'd collected and put Nate in charge of. He'd never have put Nate in charge if he'd known what IYS insurance investigators really were.
Parker. No last name (or maybe it was no first name). No existing recording. No one had been able to catch her on surveillance footage since she was twelve, but her name was linked to at least 40 major robberies - everything from private homes to Swiss banks. Suspected phasing gifts. Nate pulled out a pen and wrote, "Definite adrenaline junky," below that.
Alec Hardison. System kid. Cyborg. IYS had been on that like flies on shit. Sterling had thought about recruiting him to the tech department, but Nate had declared him his territory. And even if Sterling was usually more powerful, he knew Nate wouldn't hesitate to play dirty if he thought he was being threatened. Nate didn't have anything to add to the file. The kid acted human enough and didn't seem to have any problem with his upgrades.
Eliot Spencer. His file was actually thinner than Parker's. He shouldn't have been even on Nathan's radar. By all accounts, he was just some kind of hired gun. But Nate knew he wouldn't be here if that were true - he'd lowered the odds just enough to encounter the best people on his old docket. Of course, some people came into their gifts late in life. He jotted, "Superstrength? Speed healing? Mind control?" on the mostly blank sheet, but doubted each idea even as he wrote it down.
Sophie Devereaux. That wasn't her real name, but Nate doubted that Sophie ever used that. Her file was the thickest and contained information even older than IYS. She was a legend at IYS and when her file first crossed Nathan's desk, he'd taken it as a sign of great things to come. She was a thief and a grifter and one of the best there ever was - or would be. According to IYS, she was at least two hundred and speculation on her other gifts ran wild. It was unimportant, though. Nate already had notes on her going back ten years.
He sat back and pondered the probability of them meeting, coming together, pulling off a job. It was impossibly low. Dubenich had already done the dirty work and Nate could feel that someone else had been playing with the odds. Dubenich didn't have the gift, so he'd probably paid someone off.
Nate grinned, really feeling it for the first time since he realised his power couldn't save Sam's life. He shifted the odds and pulled a few strings. They wouldn't just pull off a job. They'd win the lottery and make Dubenich's life an unexpected living hell.
Rating: PG
Prompt: Leverage, team!fic, they're superheros (with pyrokinesis, telekinesis, etc)
Summary: "One should always look for any possible alternative
to the exercise of destructive magic, for to be forced into the
position of having to use it is a position of weakness."
Notes: Takes place before The Empath and We Can Rebuild Him.
Nate knew who his people were. IYS had some serious files. Nate suspected they'd hired psychics and mind-readers and the like to get half of the information because Nate knew there was no other way to get this sort of information.
Dubenich didn't know what was coming for him. He had no idea what he'd amassed. No, Nate thought as he flipped through the files he'd taken with him, Dubenich would never have double-crossed them if he had known exactly what he'd collected and put Nate in charge of. He'd never have put Nate in charge if he'd known what IYS insurance investigators really were.
Parker. No last name (or maybe it was no first name). No existing recording. No one had been able to catch her on surveillance footage since she was twelve, but her name was linked to at least 40 major robberies - everything from private homes to Swiss banks. Suspected phasing gifts. Nate pulled out a pen and wrote, "Definite adrenaline junky," below that.
Alec Hardison. System kid. Cyborg. IYS had been on that like flies on shit. Sterling had thought about recruiting him to the tech department, but Nate had declared him his territory. And even if Sterling was usually more powerful, he knew Nate wouldn't hesitate to play dirty if he thought he was being threatened. Nate didn't have anything to add to the file. The kid acted human enough and didn't seem to have any problem with his upgrades.
Eliot Spencer. His file was actually thinner than Parker's. He shouldn't have been even on Nathan's radar. By all accounts, he was just some kind of hired gun. But Nate knew he wouldn't be here if that were true - he'd lowered the odds just enough to encounter the best people on his old docket. Of course, some people came into their gifts late in life. He jotted, "Superstrength? Speed healing? Mind control?" on the mostly blank sheet, but doubted each idea even as he wrote it down.
Sophie Devereaux. That wasn't her real name, but Nate doubted that Sophie ever used that. Her file was the thickest and contained information even older than IYS. She was a legend at IYS and when her file first crossed Nathan's desk, he'd taken it as a sign of great things to come. She was a thief and a grifter and one of the best there ever was - or would be. According to IYS, she was at least two hundred and speculation on her other gifts ran wild. It was unimportant, though. Nate already had notes on her going back ten years.
He sat back and pondered the probability of them meeting, coming together, pulling off a job. It was impossibly low. Dubenich had already done the dirty work and Nate could feel that someone else had been playing with the odds. Dubenich didn't have the gift, so he'd probably paid someone off.
Nate grinned, really feeling it for the first time since he realised his power couldn't save Sam's life. He shifted the odds and pulled a few strings. They wouldn't just pull off a job. They'd win the lottery and make Dubenich's life an unexpected living hell.