Aaaand, I'm back! Brand new chapter, everyone! Now, I'd like everyone to remember that I'm a poor lil' nursery assistant, babysitter, and private tutor - under no circumstances are the police procedures I describe in this chapter valid or checked out. I just write stuff out of my noggin' and all, and it's just fun. Moving on!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SNK!
"Ah, there you are, darling", a female, sultry voice purred, as a silverfish gray eye watched the elegant blondette through a rifle's scope. The mole at the HQs had done a good job. The room and the hotel were both spot on. Now, all she had to do was wait for the right moment to pull the trigger.
She would be sad, she supposed, to see the other woman go. Michelle Delgado was an intriguing person. She herself would argue she was not that interesting – but Constance Chamberlayn had not reached so high in the ranks as a professional hitman just because of sheer luck and the size of her bust. She knew better. Uninteresting people generally didn't have to point their nature out like that – they didn't need to.
Her boss's wife had something to hide pretty much all the time. The real question was – and that's what fascinated Constance – what was it?
Such a shame I'll never find out now…
She smirked, licking her lips hungrily in anticipation of the kill.
Ymir knew she was an easy target as she sat with her back to the window, but she considered it a risk worth taking. Constance Chamberlayn was a woman with many talents – pun fully intended – and the Unit had no idea if she could also read lips through her scope, on top of so many other skills. The freckled woman wasn't about to gamble on the off chance she wouldn't be understood when she spoke.
What she could gamble on, though, was the hitman's professionalism. She'd bet that Delgado's top operative wouldn't care for a cop. Even if it meant rubbing it in their faces, she wasn't sloppy. She had one target, and that the quiet blondette, currently kneeling by the bed, with her head bowed and her hands clasped together in front of her face.
Poor thing… She had to give it to Michelle. For a woman who had drawn the shortest straw in terms of marriage, she was remarkably kind and modest. And forgiving – waaaay too forgiving, if you asked Ymir.
"Prayer, eh?", she mused out loud, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in her voice. She never was one for subtleties and niceties, anyway, and she wasn't about to start now. She leaned her bum on the windowsill behind her, making sure to give the assassin that was certainly stalking them a good view. "Praying for justice?"
A pair of solemn blue eyes pierced her with an intense, sorrowful gaze "Sort of… I also pray that he never takes a breath without remembering the breaths others will not be able to draw anymore because of him."
Yup. The woman was a fucking saint – selfless to the very end. "That's a sold golden heart right there, sweetie", she shook her head. "Me? I would have prayed for his pubes to get caught in a lawn mower." Her face twisted in a dark, homicidal expression "Or worse."
"OK, one, ewwww!", a voice echoed in her earpiece. Connie never lost a chance to let her know how much he didn't appreciate her input on certain matters. "Two, you're the worst kind of wife a guy could ask for, your vengeful tendencies are the stuff of nightmares."
"Good thing I'm into chicks, then", she smirked, winking at the golden-haired witness who turned a brilliant shade of scarlet.
The baldie snickered "Not for Reiner, it isn't. You keep stealing his crushes."
"Hey!", the blonde brute's voice yelled in an offended tone, making all the team who was listening crack up.
The soon-to-be ex-mafia-wife smiled gently at their banter. She, too, had an earpiece to ensure she would up-to-date with any last minute plans. At least she wasn't shivering the way she did when they told her the plan.
"God damn, yes!", Ymir cringed at Reiner's holler in her ear. "Hot mama on sight! We've got company, guys!"
A malicious smirk graced her lips "Then we should invite her to the party. You got her, Sasha?"
"Locked and ready to fire", came the sniper's reply.
The interrogator stretched lazily, and started walking towards the door. Chamberlayn needed to think her target was alone. Time to put on the show and circle her "I'm going to greet our little guest. Be a good girl and go in the bathroom until we call you, will ya?"
Michelle nodded, saying "Why, yes, a latte macchiato for me, please."
She nearly paused until she remembered that Michelle's lips were being watched. Smart girl, she thought, winking at her and giving an extra sway to her hips as she exited.
"So, what are we looking at?", she crouched, panting, by Reiner's side. Now that the sniper was spotted, they all needed to have their eyes on her. One small mistake and Michelle Delgado would be dead.
"Something divine", the blonde bear of a man practically drooled, making Ymir roll her eyes and take out her own binoculars, too. They were currently inside a building a couple streets away from the safe house location. Far enough to not be noticed – only downside was, if the unthinkable happened, they would also be too far from the target they were parading like bait. It wasn't the normal police procedure, but they were all too reckless and unorthodox in their ways to follow that anyway – with their Captain's blessings, of course (one of the main reasons the other "kids" at the force didn't want to play with them). Hopefully, they wouldn't have to reach that point – an innocent life was not something Ymir wanted on her consciousness today…
Bringing the lenses to her eyes, she whistled. Well, Reiner was right on that matter – Chamberlayn had one fine ass. She might be a happily taken woman – and wouldn't trade Krista for any booty in the world – but she had eyes. Turning to Reiner, she found him already glaring at her, his face bright red.
"Dude, you're blushing…", she deadpanned.
He scoffed, but did not break eye contact "So are you! Eyes off my prize and head out of the gutter, woman."
"Pri – What prize, you idiot?! She's a suspect! An accomplice!"
"Uh… guys?", Sasha's voice brought them back to present.
"WHAT?!", they yelled in perfect, pissed off sync.
"It's done", the sniper replied, making them scramble for their binoculars. Indeed, the assassin was laying on the ground, flat on her stomach, and, well, her boobs, and a dart protruded from her nape. One of Sasha's favorites, designed by Armin, for when they needed someone taken in and not out.
"Not entirely bad, team", the Captain's rough voice finally made his presence known for the first time today. "Bring her in. Fritz and Braun will do the honors of writing all about it on the reports, courtesy of them yapping my ears off during a fucking mission. And if I hear one word from either of you, you'll be cleaning Shitty Glasses's toilet for the next week."
Simultaneously taking off their ear pieces, they both groaned at the impending doom of paperwork…
PREVIEW:
"Think of it this way, Boobs: you're currently in a place where your boss can't reach you, or find you, and vice versa. No one knows you're here - and yes, we know there is a mole, don't give me that look. See that annoyingly cute blondie over there? He can erase everything about you online - and offline - with a click of a button. You might as well be wearing a fucking sign around your neck saying 'You have been banned from existence'. So, you either tell me what I want to know, or you'll continue being in this state, until I get bored with you - which is pretty easy, trust me - and then you'll really be gone. Nod once if you understand, twice if you want a hit to your head to comprehend thought or whatever."
"... Who are you people? Ouch!"
"That didn't answer my question - I don't tolerate insubordination. Let's try it once more - here, I'll go slower this time."
