As he blinked away the after-images of that rather gratuitously over-powered takedown, he discovered that the target of said takedown was still alive and moving somewhat, although rather the worse for wear. And smoking. With a twist of will, he threw some of his heaviest restraint constructs around the perp -- if that shot hadn't vaporised its target, then either the target was insanely tough, or the shooter was right up there in the top tenth percentile of skill among the heavy-hitters he'd worked with over his long and varied career. And, speak of the devil, here she came now (and just how far had she managed to make that shot from? Wow), a young woman in blue-trimmed white with long brown hair and carrying a long dangerous-looking cross between a spear and a plasma lance. Which she was very carefully not pointing in anyone's direction, although he could tell at a glance she was too skilled a combatant for that to make a major difference. Still, as long as she was trying to be polite....
"Good afternoon, miss. I'm Hal Jordan, Green Lantern of Sector 2814. I don't want to sound rude, but could I ask who you are, who this is (with a chin-jerk at his prisoner), and what the two of you are doing in my jurisdiction?"
She actually managed the cutest little embarrassed foot-scuffle in midair, which slightly dented her professional demeanor. But she straightened right up and bowed to him, Japanese-style. "Good afternoon, Jordan-san. I am Taka-- er, Nanoha Takamichi, of the Time-Space Administration Bureau. And this individual, I'm afraid," she frowned disapprovingly at Hal's prisoner, which seemed to take all the fight right out of... him? Her? It? Hal honestly wasn't sure, not that it mattered. "This individual, I'm afraid," Ms. Takamichi finished, "is an escapee from my jurisdiction."
"Ah," Hal said, enlightened. "Well, I'm always glad to help out a fellow peacekeeper." He scratched the back of his head, trying to think of the last time he'd been in quite this situation. "However, I'm sure you understand that I'll need to confirm your identity and jurisdictional authority before I can just hand the suspect over."
"Um..." Takamichi looked chagrined. "I understand entirely, but that could, ah... be a bit of a problem...."
On Oa, Ganthet was rubbing his temples as if fighting an incipient migraine. "No Boom today, Boom tomorrow. There's always a Boom tomorrow."
"Good afternoon, miss. I'm Hal Jordan, Green Lantern of Sector 2814. I don't want to sound rude, but could I ask who you are, who this is (with a chin-jerk at his prisoner), and what the two of you are doing in my jurisdiction?"
She actually managed the cutest little embarrassed foot-scuffle in midair, which slightly dented her professional demeanor. But she straightened right up and bowed to him, Japanese-style. "Good afternoon, Jordan-san. I am Taka-- er, Nanoha Takamichi, of the Time-Space Administration Bureau. And this individual, I'm afraid," she frowned disapprovingly at Hal's prisoner, which seemed to take all the fight right out of... him? Her? It? Hal honestly wasn't sure, not that it mattered. "This individual, I'm afraid," Ms. Takamichi finished, "is an escapee from my jurisdiction."
"Ah," Hal said, enlightened. "Well, I'm always glad to help out a fellow peacekeeper." He scratched the back of his head, trying to think of the last time he'd been in quite this situation. "However, I'm sure you understand that I'll need to confirm your identity and jurisdictional authority before I can just hand the suspect over."
"Um..." Takamichi looked chagrined. "I understand entirely, but that could, ah... be a bit of a problem...."
On Oa, Ganthet was rubbing his temples as if fighting an incipient migraine. "No Boom today, Boom tomorrow. There's always a Boom tomorrow."