"I don't like pancakes."
Locus and I both stare at Felix. Who's sitting with his arms crossed, nose up at his food.
"What?! Why not?" I demand. He huffs. "It's the most boring food ever. It's just, sweetened bread. Covered in syrup."
I slump in my chair. Sighing sadly. "Oh. I'm sorry."
A moment later Locus was on Felix. Wedging his mouth open and forcefully cramming pancake inside. The smaller mans eyes were wide in terror, as he mumbled around the pancake.
"Eat it!" Locus demands.
He pulls away hand syrupy. He grabs a napkin and wipes it off.
Felix pouts. Cheeks chubby with pancake. Syrup smeared across his mouth as he chews begrudgingly.
I stifle a giggle as I take a bite of my own pancakes. "Hey Felix? If you don't like those. I made blueberry, chocolate chip, peanut butter, and banana pancakes too."
He quirks an eyebrow. Pausing his chewing. I grin, "I also made floppy bacon."
His face lights up and he points at me excitedly. Almost like a toddler. Locus gives me an appreciative look before asking. "Any crispy?"
I nod. "I made some in case you liked it. If not, I was going to eat it. I'm not picky." He stands, moving to get a plate of the bacon.
"Thank god. Felix is the pickiest eater."
"Hey, it's part of my charm!" I quirk an eyebrow at him amusedly. He frowns. Looking back down away from me. I sigh inwardly. Not understanding why he didn't like me.
Locus grabs the plate of covered bacon and walks back to the breakfast table. I notice in his other he has the wider variety of pancakes. Felix grabs a bunch of chocolate chip and blueberry.
Grabbing a syrup bottle he then drowns them. Before snatching some bacon from Locus.
"You know, for someone so ugly you make good bacon." He comments. Taking a bite of a piece. I look down at my own Pancakes.
What a fucking asshole.
He suddenly jolts under the table. "Ow! What the fuck Locus? Your leg spazzing like Si's does?" Locus growls and grabs he back of his shirt. Dragging him from the breakfast table.
He hauls him behind a door and I hear shouting. "She saved our lives! We owe her! And she's A MEMBER OF THE TEAM NOW. SO QUIT BEING A PRICK. Or so help me your face will look WORSE than hers!"
I stare down at my food. Appetite suddenly gone. Why couldn't I fit in anywhere?
The door suddenly opens. I look up and see a strange man. It takes me a moment before I recognize him as Sirus. He smiles and waves at me before approaching.
"Oh hey. Pancakes." He grabs a peanut butter one and rolls it lightly like a burrito. Dipping it in the huge pool on Felix's plate.
"Mmmm. These are incredible! Did you make them? Man, I need to get you around Megan. Maybe you can teach her some things." I blush awkwardly. "Uh thanks."
He steals a piece of bacon as well. "So where's Felix and Lo?"
"Here." Locus growls returning. Felix walks in a little slower behind him. Head drooped in shame. "Hey guys! Got a new job. This ones paying 48,000."
They both look up. Interests peaked. "So, split between us that'd be 12000 each." Locus states. Taking a simply massive bite of food.
Felix smirks. "Well when do we get on it? What's the job?"
Sirus takes a seat in the chair opposite Locus. Picking food off the plate of pancakes and Bacon.
"We've got to go up 207 story building kill over a hundred guards, or sneak past them somehow. And catch a man named Vien Chou. He's selling women on the slave market. We wanna take it?"
Locus crosses his arms. "The cost of ammunition to take out those guards, assuming we only use one bullet each is pretty high. 300 dollars. Any other ,protective, equipment would also be expensive. Unless we were to wear our old armor from the great war. And if we were going to scale the sides we'd need at least a two thousand dollar lift. Plus additions. It'll be expensive."
I make a face and turn to Sirus. "What kind if women us he selling, and how does he go about it?" Taking everyone by surprise.
"Well uh. They don't know how he chooses them, or takes them. But they're all around 24 to 26 years old. Most of the time there's something wrong with them though. Missing limb. Bone disorders.-" "Facial Scarring?" I interrupt.
Locus narrows his eyes. "Are you suggesting we send you in as bait?"
I shake my head. "I'm suggesting we cut costs altogether. We send me in, to kill him."
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I itch at my side lightly. I was currently wearing a suit. Why a suit? So I could hide knives in the sleeves and pants.
My blonde hair was done up, giving a nice view of my scars. My retched facial scars. With this money I'm so getting those fuckers removed.
A loud bing tears me out of my thoughts. As the elevator I was in reaches the top floor.
:Locus: Are you in?
I hear over my silver earpeice. "Negative. Just reached the lobby."
I was standing in a large room. A small Japanese woman was behind a desk ordering papers. I notice she's missing an ear. "Do you have an appointment? Please go sit on a chair." She speaks. I turn to where a series of couches are set against a wall. A fish tank in front for decor. Along with some magazines.
I walk over. Careful of my blind side so I don't hit a table.
:Locus:Tell us when you're in. Remember, no unnecessary risks. Or we all are in danger
"No problem."
:Felix:Also, be sure to flash him your ugly! He has to try and kidnap you. So- Be ugly I guess.
I frown. "You know what. If you say one more god damn thing about that I'm-"
"Mr. Chou will see you now!"
I growl lightly and stand.
"Going in now."
The building we were in, was set as a cover for a makeup manufacturer. I was going to pretend that I was interested in buying stock in his product.
I walk to the large office doors and knock lightly.
"Ah come in!"
I push through the doors. To see a white room. The two far walls were glass. Letting bright sunlight screen into the room.
A conference table was to the far right. A smaller, what looked to be a meal table. Was set in the left. He was currently sitting at the table. Eating from a white bowl.
He was a Japanese man. Around the age of 30 I'd say. With a short brown quiff. And brown, almost black eyes.
"I apologize ma'am. I was just in the middle of my lunch hour when you arrived. But, when my secretary told me a -Beautiful woman such as you was waiting outside. I just had to see you myself."
:Felix:Beautiful? What the fuck is he smoking?(Background [Felix you say another word I'm going to shoot you in the face])
I smile kindly and curtsy. An action Wash had taught me. When we were still planning to run away.
"Oh, and what manners. Here, take a seat and let me look at you."
This guy was milking it way to much. Either he definitely was going to go after me. Or he was just crazy.
I smile though and sit in the chair across from his. "Well. Mr, Chou. I'm sure you know why I'm here today. As stock in your Company seems to be the-" "We don't need to discuss business my dear. Let's talk about you. Any close friends?"
I gulp. "No sir. Not since the war."I expect him to awe, or apologize. But he grins. "Oh. Well. Any, significant other? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Someone who'd miss you when you're gone? If- you we're to be gone?"
Okay. Now I see the game he's playing. "No. Not anymore." I say.
He frowns in an overly dramatic way. "Oh. What happened?"
I straighten the tie to the suit. "He um. He was killed. By someone- I thought was my friend."
The man nods. "Well. That's good for me I suppose."
Great. Here we go.
He stands and walks past me. Drawing a finger across my shoulder, past my neck an to the other.
"You see this room?" I glance around. He had many assorted vases and trinkets.
"Yes sir." "Well. I consider myself. A collector. I find, items. Some would say Misused. Abandoned. Old. Broken. Antiques you could call them. I pride myself on my collection. Well. The ones I keep." He suddenly knocks a large vase to the ground. It shatters loudly.
Making me cringe. "Sir?" I ask worriedly. He doesn't pay me any attention.
"I always get things that are ugly though. Ugly, with beautiful imperfections. But now, it seems I've found something. Both beautiful and Broken. A prized jewel for my collection."
He suddenly pulls a book from his shelf. Though, instead of coming out. It pulls down like a lever. The , the conference table on the other side of the room is spinning. Along with a portion of the wall.
I stand from my seat. "What is this?!"
He smirks at me. "It's your display case." The wall stopped spinning. Now it was a wall, with three glass; What looked to be cryotubes. The two outer ones had women in them. One was missing both her arms. And a leg. The other's skin was warped and red. And it seemed as though her back was broke as she was at an awkward angle. The middle tube however was open.
And empty.
Chou suddenly made a grab for me. I dodge his hands. Bringing a fist into his face. "You sick bastard!"
"No! I'm appreciative! Give me your face!" What the fuck?!
He pulls a knife out of nowhere and makes a stab at me. I screech and duck. Swiping his legs out from under him, then swung my arm. Flicking my hidden blade from where it'd been hidden.
"Oh! So you play dirty!?" He purrs kicking at my head with surprising agility and aim.
"No. I win!" I growl. Jumping into the air and spinning sideways. kicking a foot into his face. He groans and flies backwards. Landing into the tube.
I approach. He groans. "Who-who are you?" I smirk. "I'm the bitch who's taking you down." Before planting a strong fist in his face.
The back of the glass shatters and he falls to the ground.
I reach and grab his body. Checking his pulse. Good, he's still alive. I haul him up onto my shoulder just as the door opens. The woman secretary looks at me in shock. I notice her one ear again.
"Ma'am. Are you forced to work here?" I ask. She nods. "Not anymore. Call the police. Get these women safe."
She nods and runs from the room. I smile appreciatively. "Guys, I've got Chou. Going down on a window washer." I say looking out the window. Where a window washer was now hanging.
:Locus:Got it. What side?
I look where the sun is setting. "West side."
:Locus:We'll meet you there with the car.
I kick the window out. The man standing on the washer screams. I roll my eyes, grabbing his collar and dragging him into the building. I step out. The drastic change in air pressure making my ears pop.
Wind rushed past me. I set Chou down carelessly and turn to the controls. I see an up arrow. And a down arrow. I slam my hand down on the down.
I felt my stomach that day, leap into my throat. I maybe shouldn't have slammed my hand so hard into the button.
The massive city that seemed so far away before, now grew closer and closer. I smile lightly. Loving the rush. Wash would have hated it. He hated heights.
Right now, he'd be biting his bottom lip. Eyes screwed shut. Grabbing my hand tightly. Maybe even curled around my shoulders.
I'd have to squeeze his hand reassuringly. And once it stopped give him kisses until he was calm. After I'd tease him about being a scaredy cat.
That is- If he was here.
I sigh as the washer comes to a halt. Stopping about 8 feet above the ground. I grab Chou an swing off. Landing smoothly to my feet. Just as Sirus pulled the car up.
The trunk pops open and Locus steps out. Walking around and zip tying Chou's hands together behind his back.
"You did good." He states. I look up at him. Mood dampened by my thoughts of Wash.
"Thanks." I mumble quietly. I feel his hand clasp my shoulder. "Ignore Felix. He's always been a jealous person. He feels like you're going to replace him on the team." I shake my head.
"I wouldn't do that." I say softly. He shrugs. "Sometimes jealousy blinds us to what's obvious."
I nod and move to get in the car.
As I sit and buckle in I'm aware of Sirus and Felix speaking to me. But I tune them out, as I'm swallowed in a bout of depression. Thinking about Wash.
'I miss you David.' I think in my head. Gazing out the tinted window at the setting sun.
'I miss you so much.'