"Sam," the young woman whispered in warning as her arms tightened around the man maneuvering the cycle. But her warning came too late as a familiar siren filled the underpass they weaved through at a dangerous speed. Realization hit her as Sam's shoulders shook in silent laughter as he lifted his visor to glance back at her and at the motor cop before looking forward.
But she caught his look, he did it on purpose!
Ass.
With a smile she jabbed his side which only warranted her a deep chuckle that she barely caught through her helmet and wind.
"Tori, hold on tight," Sam drawled out as he turned off his lights of his bike and sped up.
'Tori' was confused and a bit worried as the sirens got closer but did as was told even though his backpack made it hard to do so, she trusted him.
Trusted him to get them out of trouble in the craziest way possible that is.
Without a moment of hesitance, Sam sped up to cut the oil truck ahead and dropped off the rising ramp and into a descending one. Tori's teeth clattered against each other as they landed roughly on two sets of wheels before setting off. Loosening her hold slightly she glanced back to see the cop following the oil truck before the bridge skewered her sight.
There were so many things that could have gone wrong with that landing but…
"Cool," She breathed out with a laugh as they continued on their way through the city.
She loved nights like this, peace and quiet.
Well as quiet as this city could ever be. Even though the night sky was a blank slate, the lights of the city made up for it as they sped past them all to reach their destination. As they slowly made a stop at a familiar street she jumped off the bike as Sam paused to allow her to. Simultaneously they slipped their helmets off with a sigh as they relished the feel of the cool air against their overheated cheeks.
Black hair tumbled down in layered waves to rest midway of Tori's leather-clad back. Her long bangs were pulled back along with the rest of her hair as Tori tied them back with a rubberband as she glanced up at their target building. Her darkly lined cat-like eyes indicated an asian descent but her dark blue eyes indicated another. She had an athletic build under her black jeans, white tank and black leather jacket but her height shot way below Sam's 6 foot figure at about 5'4". Vertically challenged, as she would say and pocket-sized as he would call it.
Once again, ass.
Her name was Victoria Turner, a famous last name if you tuned in on the business section of the newspaper. Daughter and heir to the largest manufacturer of medical supplies, James and Esther Turner. Well, technically it was now only her mother since her father had died on the operating table after a car crash. Ironic really, how what he built to save other people's lives in turn could not save him. But her situation dimmed in comparison to the business tycoon's son next to her.
Turning back around Tori let out a deep breath as she glanced back at her partner. Only to find his chest about an inch from her face, causing the girl to jumped back slightly in shock.
A boyish smirk split Sam's angled face as she glanced down at her with his own set of blue eyes, much different in hue but similar in history behind them.
Short blond hair stuck to his head in a messy fashion as a faux-hawk like style jutted out. Sam Flynn, the son and heir of the grandeous Kevin Flynn. Creator of their most favorite game, Tron and the leader in all things technological.
That is, until he disappeared, literally.
No one knew, not even paparazzi, sleezy tattle-tales, foreign paparazzi, no one. Which only made his whole life worse as it topped the previous death of his mother.
And yet he moved on and here he was in a black leather jacket with a sweater beneath and jeans. They weren't here to dress and impress but he was still so hot.
'What a cutie,' she thought with an inner smile as she dazed for a second. But a sharp laugh brought her back to stare at Sam's amused look.
Crap.
"I said that out loud didn't I?" She questioned with a deadpanned look before following after him. A smirk was her only answer, but it confirmed her suspicion.
Double crap.
"Aww don't worry, I think you're cute too," He said as he jumped up the small set of stairs to a large bolted door.
"Whatever," She retorted with a smile as she fumbled after him.
With a quick breath and a mental speech to himself, Sam waited for the door to unlock. Opting to glance at his partner in crime to pass the time.
A smile creeped up onto his face before he could realize he was smiling.
That tended to happen a lot around her. Like before, when she clung onto him as on the bike and the other times they spent together. Her and he 'danced around' yet nothing beyond that. Well, prom but that didn't really count according to her.
That memory brought s small chuckle but he kept it down for his sake or else she'd beat him for thinking about it.
She was psychic.
He determined that about a year into their friendship even though she denied it. It was freaky yet comforting. They had known each other for years. A little after…after his father left and hers soon after
.
The heavy doors unlocking and careening open had his focus back onto the task at hand. Pocketing his "James Bond phone" as Tori would call it, he chose to gawk at the door with raised eyebrows with her.
"Now that is a big door," he commented before shuffling into the building with Tori right behind him. It was show time.
They had some big ass doors here at Encom. Yeah, they were breaking into his own company. Stupid huh? Well it was the only option with what they were going to do next.