"Ma'am...ma'am...please!" Brain shifted right, then left, keeping himself in front of the crazed woman. The crazed woman that had to be in her forties and was waving a bouquet of flowers like a crazy person.
"OH MY GOD! !" the woman screamed, very loudly, as she gave up trying to get around him and now tried to crawl her way over him.
I hate being short, he cursed himself as he was forced back a step, not only by the crazy lady, but the mob behind her...then another. Fuck it…
Gritting his teeth, Brian focused on his feet. He reached inside himself and pulled his frustration into the pit of his stomach. He focused on making it a ball, crushing it beneath his will. With a small snarl he broke off a piece of that anger and shoved it down as he slammed a foot forward.
He...didn't really expect the shockwave that rolled out of the impact. Nor did he expect the flash of red light as the entire crowd in front of him were forced back a step of their own.
One wouldn't particularly be that impressed with a single step… but he had just moved close to a hundred people.
Yeah… Probably not what Master Zenyatta had in mind when he taught me that focusing trick….
The crowd, however, took, maybe, a single heart beat before they pushed forward again. The flash and shock almost ignored in the chaos.
"Look, lady….Give me the flowers, I'll make sure gets them," Brain half yelled over the crowd at the crazy lady.
"You will?!" For being at ground zero of Brian's stunt, she had been stunned a bit longer than the rest of the people. And she was a little more hesitant to press forward, but Brian could see the craze seeping back into her eyes. Now, with Brian's offer, her face lit up like a small child in a candy store as she shoved the flowers in his hands. "Make sure she reads the note!"
"Yeah, yeah," Brian tried to wave a hand at the woman as he pulled the bouquet out of his face. Meaning he didn't see the shift in the crowd.
"Give her this!" a small girl shoved a pink envelope into Brian's hands before darting back into the melee.
"AAAAAA! AAA! AAAAA!" a balding man in a suit just screamed incoherently into Brian's face as he shoved a black stiletto heeled boot as Brian. Rocked, stunned.
Then there were more flowers, chocolates, letters, flowers, stuffed dolls and toys. It seemed as if the crowd sensed a method of getting their wishes at their obsession though Brian and mobbed forward. Oddly, however, it was like they formed some sort of insane queue as they took turns shoving...everything, at Brian.
"Rookie mistake," a calm voice spoke quietly in Brian's ear as he felt a hand grab the back of his suit jacket. And with one swift motion, Sanderson yanked Brian out of the small mountain of knick-knacks that had literally buried him.
"Thanks," Brian gasped as his feet reconnected with the ground, now in front of Hana herself. The girl had a slightly manic grin as she covered her mouth, fighting down laughter. "Don't even start."
"Small crowd?" Hana allowed a small giggle as she gestured at the limousine behind her. "Get the door?"
"You never ask us politely," one of the other guards, a somewhat burly woman half smirked behind her dark glasses. If one looked one could see the faint glow of her cyber eyes.
"Here," Brian shoved the half crushed bouquet into Hana's hands along with the card the little girl passed him. And for the perverse humor, the boot. Then, grinning at Hana's shocked expression, he opened the car door. "If Mistress Song would be so kind, we can get the fuck out of here?"
Recovering instantly, like the profesional she was, Hana spun on her heel once, held the flowers over her head and blew a kiss to the crowd. Spinning again, Hana slipped into the car as the cheers swelled even louder.
"It wasn't this crazy in Numbani," Brian gasped as he hit the seat next to her and slamming the door behind himself. He lurched slightly as the car moved into motion, almost before he actually touched down.
"Our country has a very special place in it's heart for Mss Song," a calm male voice said. The was a touch of amusement to the voice, but it didn't mask the commanding steel. "I'm afraid I don't remember assigning you to her personal detail."
"Ah...no…" Brian blinked at the older korean man. He was in that indeterminate age someplace between forty and a thousand that some, usually ruggedly handsome, people got. The navy blue suit and crisp dark tie couldn't hide the core of the man. "I'm..uh...my name is-"
"He knows who you are," Hana cut him off, the slight growl in her voice pulled Brian's eyes. She sat with her arms crossed over her chest, a dark glare in her sharp eyes. "Mister Kyo's job is to know too much. And he rarely makes personal visits."
"Yes, well," the man, Kyo, smiled warmly, ignoring Hana's sharp look. "I felt it prudent to debrief you personally, so that you can get on with your vacation. Besides, I have to inform Brian about his new duties."
"Uh...duties?" Brain glanced between Kyo's smile and Hana's glare.
"Indeed," Kyo nodded slightly as he held up a small remote. With the flick of a finger the screen mounted in the car's wall behind him came to life.
"-Reports in now, Miss Song has landed and is even now on her way back to the Meka Defense Force base here in Busan!' The news anchor was saying as he turned to the blonde co-anchor next to him. "Analysis, Jill?"
"Of course Byong-Juun!" the woman smiled plasticly as an image appeared next to her head. It showed Brian having the gifts thrust upon him by the crazed mob. "It looks here like there is a new member of 's entourage! He was not with when she left for Numbani last week, it's our little nose that says he was picked up personally by our Hana Song!"
"What do you make of it Jill?" Byong-Juun tilted his head in artificial curiosity.
"Glad you asked!" Jill showed her teeth as a circle swept around Brian as the video rewound to the woman first passing him the bouquet. "It looks like Miss Song may have picked up the young Numbani man, in the aftermath of the horrible terrorist attack, that, i must add, our Hana Song was there to lend a hand. From what we see, he seems to be in charge of taking 's fan items! Why, it looks like D. va may be opening up a bit more to her public!"
The screen blinked out again with another flick of Kyo's finger. "You, my boy," Kyo smirked. "Are now Miss Song's personal bag carrier."
The back of the limousine was quiet for a long moment before a small giggle broke the peace. "Well...we better play up the role," a mischievous look replaced the earlier anger in Hana's eyes. "Sanderson! Stop by that little shop I always say I want to go to when we go by. I need my bag boy to look like he's earning his keep!"