Chapter Three: Long Road to Ruin
"Hey Cait!"
A sigh followed. "Yes, Vi?"
"Are we there yet?"
Another sigh. "No, Vi, we aren't."
Vi groaned and shifted her seating in the side car of the motorcycle they had taken for the trip to Zaun. Caitlyn and Vi had been tasked with taking down a ruthless outlaw known only as Twisted Fate. Since they had both tried and failed to apprehend them on their own and working in tandem, they decided to recruit the help of another local outlaw, Graves. In order for them to buy his help, though, he required them to go to Zaun and ask some guy named Dreyer to make a few things.
And so here they were, running errands for some guy who was probably getting hammered while each bump in the gravel road hammered the back of the seat into the young brawler's back. All she could do was lean her head back and close her eyes, doing her best to try and get comfortable. All Vi could think about right now was why. Why were they doing all this? Why were they helping someone who they should probably be locking up instead of being their errand-girls? The entire thought perplexed her, and she ran a gauntlet-less hand through her bright pink hair.
"Hey Cait!"
"I swear to god if you ask me that damn question one more timeā¦"
Vi laughed and shook her head slowly. "No, not that again. Why are we doing this again?"
"You were there. If we want Graves' help, we have to get a few things for him." Caitlyn replied evenly. Vi just shook her head in disagreement. "Come on, we both know that's complete and utter crap. We don't even know if Graves can actually help us out. What's one more body worth when at the slightest sign of trouble Twisted Fate just vanishes into thin air? Besides, if he needs these things, why doesn't he just go to Zaun himself and pick them up? Why have us go for him?" Caitlyn drove in silence after that, contemplating the points Vi brought to her attention.
"I suppose we'll just have to trust him on this one. Besides, we don't really have any other options." Caitlyn responded after a while, which only merited a laugh from Vi in response. "Sure, you can trust him. Don't you and him have some, ehem, 'history' together?" She prodded the Sheriff, who only sighed in memory of what had been only a few years in the past.
The night obscured most of the prone figure, lying on a rooftop with a rifle aimed down at a building across the way. If not for the full moon hanging high overhead, the Sheriff would've been entirely invisible. As it was now, only someone standing behind her at a certain angle would be able to see her body.
Which is why the Sheriff was started to have someone tap the back of her foot. "Well lookie here, if it ain't the Sheriff of Piltover herself."
Immediately she rolled to the side, then lashed her leg out to sweep the legs of the unknown person behind her. The person jumped back in time, which gave Caitlyn the space she needed to get up and pick up her rifle. Before she could get it aimed, one hand roughly shoved it up and to the side. Caitlyn brought her knee up, ramming the stomach of the attacker before freeing her rifle from the grip of the enemy and bringing the butt of the rifle down on his back. The man fell, rolling to the side to avoid the boot of the law stamping down where his neck would've been. Before he could move any further though, the lithe sheriff dropped on top of the man, pinning him to the ground. He tried to shove Caitlyn off of him, but she was too quick for that. She handcuffed his hands to a piece of pipe attached to the building, ensuring that he wouldn't leave any time soon.
Then she smiled. The man let out a laugh, a deep baritone filled with amusement. "Y'know, we gotta stop meetin' like this. It's gettin' a little hazardous for m' health." The man commented. Caitlyn grinned and playfully slapped his face in response. He faked a wince of pain and grinned. "Oh, y'got me there. Now I'm hurting." He groaned in mock pain, making the Sheriff smile playfully. "Oh really now Graves. Did the big, bad outlaw get a boo boo?" she mocked, leaning down and planting a kiss on the cheek she hit. She leaned back up, only enough to where their noses where almost touching. "There. All better, you big baby?" she teased. He smiled and shook his head. "Not really. For someone known for her accuracy, you flat out missed." He joked, leaning up enough to plant a kiss on the Sheriff's lips.
"CAITLYN!"
The Sheriff jerked the handles of the motorcycle in time to avoid driving into a ditch on the side of the road. It wasn't like her to let her thoughts get clouded by little things like that, and things could've gotten bad if she had driven off the road. She shook her head, refocusing on what was going on now. "Sorry, sorry. We're almost there anyway." Caitlyn deflected, watching as the towering buildings of the city of Zaun came into visible sight. They'd be able to begin their search for this engineer within the hour.
