My first AU…how fun.
I actually thought up this intricately twisted storyline during Chem lecture a few years back. Mainly plot and character-driven, this story is centered around two opposing law firms, dynastic in nature, and what happens when they get mixed up in the murder of one of the members of the family. It's going to be pretty dark and focused on—not just mentioning—mature themes (hence the R rating). Since the families are so dynastic in nature, I realize that it might be a bit difficult to keep up, so I might find some way to upload the family tree chart I have sitting in my writing notebook.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but that will not prevent me from screwing with them. This disclaimer is for all future chapters.
The Professionals
Prologue – Role Call
Who am I? I am Robert Drake, J.D. That's right, I'm an advocate. Advocate to the good people of this country. That's a joke if I've ever heard one. And believe me, I've heard them all. I can cut through to the heart of any matter with a cold efficiency that would make the devil himself do a double-take. Do I have any remorse? Hardly. I can look a bawling mother straight in the eye and manipulate her into admitting her only son is guilty of heinous crimes without so much as flinching. Seven-year-old who witnessed a murder? Cut him down to age two. I don't need a heart because ice runs through my veins. Who am I? I am the Iceman.
Qui est moi? Mes amis call me Remy, but you c'n f'rget dat name right now. I'm Monsieur LeBeau to you. En effet, I'm Monsieur LeBeau to most everyone. Don't need friends…dose be a dime une douzaine. I prefer jewels or money…pretty obvious I got theiv'n in de blood. But I'm a lawyer now—got to use my skills in other ways. C'n trick de president to admit aiming nuclear warheads at de heart of his own country. Could even get de judge to say he's guilty of de crime in de case he's presid'n ov'r. Known f'r lett'n witnesses t'ink dey superior f'r deduc'n some incriminating evidence, den lean'n back an' watch'n dem squirm after pinning dem wit' someth'n even Remy couldn't get out of. Qui est moi? Je suis de Gambit.
Who am I? Strictly speaking I am Warren Worthington III. To the masses I am a renegade playboy, turned responsible husband and forever will be a rich brat always bent on getting my way. They don't see me as the angel of mercy that I am; I strike with a quick, painless blow that will destroy all grief leave simple acceptance. I am each of the archangels rolled into one, supreme being: Gabriel the Announcer, Michael the Warrior, and Raphael the Guardian of Innocent Youth. Taking the poor defenseless souls under my wing after slicing them in half. Who am I? I am Archangel.
Who are we? To say we are the best team of lawyers that money can buy is not only cliché; it's a gross understatement. We can unearth crucial evidence, burn through witnesses, convince a completely biased jury to sell their souls to the devil to make sure our defendant is let free. Will we ever lose a case? Not even if Hell freezes over. We are efficient; We are effective. Who are we? We are the Professionals.
