Did she get lost? No.. she doesn't seem the type to get lost. Volt sighed and looked at the clock once more. Two hours passed since he ran into the woman who was stealing the medallions, and yet she has still to arrive.
She probably thought I was gullible, waited till I was gone to finish the job. Volt scowled, slamming his fist into the wall.
Idiot, why did I have to be such an idiot? He berated himself, I'll just have to catch her next time. And this time actually arrest her.
As he was thinking to himself, Volt began to strip out of his suit, not really thinking about going to his room to do it since he lived alone. In hindsight, he probably should have moved to his room because the next thing he knew Volt was looking at the woman, standing in his doorway, eying him up and down.
"Well no wonder ya can keep your end of the bargain. Ya be a cop anyways." She tipped her head to the side, "Well, from what I know, ya be Ben Armsfield to be precise am I right?" Volt blinked at her several times. He then could have face palmed himself right then and there. Well... fuck. Why does it seem I carry bad luck around with me like a shadow? Volt complained mentally as he tried to hop back into his suit, albeit awkwardly, all the while aware that the woman was standing there amused.
"Well while ya try to...fix that problem of yours I'm gonna borrow your shower, mine's broken." He heard her say. Volt blinked and watched her as she walked to his spare bathroom as if she knew exactly where to go, still awkwardly hopping about trying to get his suit pants and mask back on.
"Damnit, damnit, damnit.." he was muttering, until her heard her say that, ".. wait WHAT?!" Volt nearly fell as he tried to follow her. He then groaned as he heard the click of the lock in the bathroom door.
"Borrowing one of your bathrooms boyo. Are you deaf?" Her voice came back to him, smothered mostly by the door. A moment later he heard running water, evidence she was indeed going to use his shower. Volt cursed under his breath, and after a few more agonizing moments of struggling to put his suit back on, he finally managed it.
I sure hope she isn't naked... not that would be completely bad but still... Volt thought to himself as he kicked down the door to the bathroom, "Seriously? Entering unannounced to use my shower when we have business to attend to?" he snapped as he kicked down the door. Volt blinked a couple of times as he watched pull her head out from under the water and grab a towel, drying off her hair and shutting off the water. He had to blink a few more times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating any fantasies, but no, her outfit stayed the same.
And I thought her body suit was amazing... Volt thought as he took her in. She wore jeans that were a deep navy blue, that came up to rest snug around her hips, and what seemed like deep purple tribal designs came up the outside of her pants legs. Since she had her back to him, He got a full view of her bare back. From the top of her shoulder blades, two black Chinese dragon heads started, and trailed down the spine of her back, all the way down, the tails entwining at the end of her spine. The tattoos were only interrupted by a band of deep purple leather, her bra strap, he realized. He watched as she finished drying her hair, revealing blue and purple highlights he didn't see the last time they met.
"You try wearing a body suit and be a chick boyo. The thing doesn't breath." Her tone was chiding, and she didn't seem the least bit embarrassed he barged in on her half-dressed. Volt blinked again before spinning quickly on his heel, and tapped his foot in an impatient manner.
"Fine, fine. Whatever, Just make it quick okay?" This woman is too distracting. Volt thought to himself as he glanced back again, catching a glance of her shrugging on a black leather motorcycle jacket with the sleeves cut off, though it still showed a good part of her lower back, he quickly turned back around. He then blinked when he felt someone push against his back.
"Well then, let's talk." She replied, pushing him out of his own bathroom. Volt sighed and dashed over to the couch, for a moment he despaired over the fact his apartment was so bare, save for a few files and an old faded photo. Quit it Volt, she's only here to help with the case. Nothing more nothing less. But he wanted it to be more, even though he hardly knew the woman he was drawn to her. Dammit Volt quit it, she's way out of your league and you're probably not even her type. He mentally sighed to himself as he watched her saunter after him, carrying some long boot socks which she proceeded to put on as she leaned against the wall in front of his doorway, the jacket hanging open, leaving in full view the leather bra top. Volt groaned to himself, She'll be the death of me.
"So what all do I have ta help ya with?" Her question jolted him out of the dangerous thoughts he was having. He blinked, the gestured to a case file on a desk, now that they were talking business he could focus, for the most part. The file was already open and held a picture of a break in, unfortunately he couldn't find any picture with the criminals themselves.
"This particular heist happened a few nights ago, however its actually been a series of heists happening in several Longbow tech development labs. I think Arachnos is behind it but I can't be too sure." He glanced up as she pulled on her last motorcycle boot and folded the pant leg over it. She then walked over and picked up the file in front of him. He watched as she flipped through the file, her brow furrowing in concentration.
"Hmn... no video records of who broke in?" she glanced at him and he shook his head, she tsked and went back to examining the file, "And the list of things stolen... mainly items used to enhance a human, advance cyber implants, suits of experimental armor..." she whistled slightly, "They don't seem ta be holdin' back."
Volt nodded, "The list is pretty extensive. Long story short, Arachnos might have a new person on their payroll." he watched as she frowned and then shook her head surprisingly.
"Sloppy... if they are a new group they're being sloppy. Usually the Arachnos are a bit more careful in their heists..." her frown got deeper, "This list... don't seem right..." he then blinked as she snapped the file close and looked at him, "Mind if I borrow this for a bit? I need to look up something." Volt shrugged slightly, Didn't expect her to be this knowledgeable... he mused. "Whatever you need. I haven't had to deal much with Arachnos up here in Paragon. I got an extra room if you need a place to stay." Right might as well tell her you're single and desperate you idiot. Volt berated himself, Why the hell did I have to offer that? Volt was both relieved and disappointed that she shook her head and smiled at him as she walked out.
"Nah, I got my own place set up around here." She then waved the files at him as she opened the door. "I'll get ya better detail come mornin'. Expect them on your desk if I don't run into ya tomorrow." Volt flashed her his most charming smile as she winked at him.
"Wouldn't doubt it beautiful." He muttered as she walked out, fading from sight as she did so. He then blinked right after she shut his door.
"Wait... she better not mean my work desk... at my job..."
Ben walked over to his living room sipping at his coffee as he absentmindedly watched the news. He blinked and turned up the volume however when he saw the special report come in.
"In a strange turnaround, each owner of an item stolen has found their possession usually sitting right inside their own homes. Each had a note attached that said: 'I set out what I wanted to do, therefore I return this to you.' There has been no confirmation whether this is the same person who stole the items in the first place."
Ben frowned slightly, leaning closer to the TV in perplexity, rubbing his chin at the report while taking a sip of his coffee, "Wonder if she's the one who left those notes..." he wondered out loud. A flash of what she said last night suddenly came to him.
'Although now I'm going to have to send them back earlier than I meant ta.' Ben frowned slightly, didn't think she actually meant the medallions...huh. He sighed finishing his coffee and got up to put away the dishes, when he heard the news switch over.
"In other news, Mickey Beat, one of the hottest DJ's around have decided to visit our fair city, and has confirmed she'll be opening her Wandering Club tonight. Right here in Atlas Park"
Ben shook his head shutting off the TV and went over to the doorway shrugging on his casual fall jacket sighing.
"Why can't they ever focus on the important stuff?" He muttered as he tucked his wallet and phone into his pockets. Locking the door to his apartment behind him he then tucked his keys into his pocket as well as he trotted down the stairs in his apartment building and outside.
Ben strolled down the street of his neighborhood which was thankfully not too far from his job. It was a quiet neighborhood and rarely had too much trouble with gangsters so he was a little surprised when he saw the woman. She was leaning against a building wall in the way of his path, but it wasn't so much of where she was but more of what she was wearing. Starting from the top, her black pixie-cut hair was weighed down by headphones she had on, to which she was bobbing her head to whatever music she was listening to, and she had on some dark one-way lenses sunglasses. Her milk-chocolate skin stood out against the stark-white tank top she was wearing. She wore cargo pants held up by interestingly a chain, or a belt that looked like a chain. Her outfit was completed with combat boots that her pants were strangely tucking into.
Ben furrowed his brow, Odd she seems...familiar. Unable to shake the feeling he perked an eyebrow as he walked closer, then it hit him who she might be.
"Say...aren't you that new DJ in town?" he asked. He watched as she pulled something out of her pocket, maybe her music player, and pulled her headphones down to around her neck. She then turned her head to him pushing up her sunglasses to rest on top of her head staring at him with startlingly familiar bright blue eyes.
"Mickey Beat's the name, playin' out tunes is my game. How can I help you?" she asked with a smile, her voice also strangely familiar. He kept his brow perked and his hands in his pockets with a casual sway. Then Ben blinked and a flash of realization came to him, It couldn't be.. the woman from last night? But it was, her eyes were to familiar and her smile was just on the edge of that familiar smirk.
Well...one way to find out... "I think you already have helped me, if you are who I think you are." he said. Her smile turned fully into a smirk and she raised an eyebrow at him.
"You're a quick one. Here." Ben blinked as she picked up a satchel next to her and tossed it at him, without thinking he caught it, "But don't go blabbing because I know several ways to ruin your job without exposing who you are." Ben grinned at her as he slid the strap onto his shoulder as he thought about his boss.
"I'd say so, my boss hates me as much as it is. I don't think it would be that hard." Ben smiled wryly at that thought. He then paused searching for something else to talk about, anything to delay his way to work.
"So..you're going into that club tonight right? Real nice place...good luck. Lord knows I can't afford to get in." He could have smacked himself. Going to the club? Of course she is you idiot she owns the damn place! Ben was jolted out of his thoughts when she pushed something into his hand. Looking down at them they were tickets of some sort.
"Can't have that. One's a season pass as long as my club's open. The others are just one-time tickets. The pass is for is for you. I want to see you tonight mkay?" his heart skipped a beat when she said that and he blinked a couple of times unsure what to say.
"Uhm... wow! Thanks. I would say that you'd like to see me just for the sake of it.." she arched an eyebrow at him, "but it probably has something to do with the files don't it?" Ben mentally sighed at himself, You.. are so hopeless. He berated, but his heart skipped another beat as she winked at him, pulling down her shades and sliding her headphone back on.
"Possibly, but at the same time, it's not like I don't like showing off my club." She said, then gave him a casual wave, pressing a button on her music player she sauntered past him and down the street in the opposite direction he was going. Ben watched her for a bit grinning, before glancing at the tickets in his hand and striding towards his job.
At least now I have something to look forward to tonight.
