A morning headache to remember. (Feat. Sara Pezzini, Lara Croft, and Terry
Sheridan)
She was dreaming about the past again. Lying on the faded couch in her apartment, Detective Pezzini was finally getting some rest. She didn't want to deal with the watchful eye of Jackie Estacado and his Darklings at the penthouse and she missed her hole in the wall. Living in this efficiency style apartment took the calloused emotions of a dedicated woman, but to Sara it was a place to make pit stops. Sara memories in her dreams from inside the club, the last time she fought with the Darkness. She remembers that night at the Museum of History and Natural Sciences, embraced in a wind tunnel of energy and light as their weapons merged onto Ian Nottingham. Due to the intervention from a dark mage, his actions caused their cursed weapons to blend into a hideous form on the brainwashed assassin. Wincing in her dream state Sara arches her back restraining against the fibrous green vines of organic metal that have enveloped both her, the couch and half of the living quarters.
Lara was brooding. That annoying Boucher woman had left sixteen messages on her cell, and as much on her phone at the penthouse," Sara is so going to bloody pay for this." However some good news had resulted. The Raider had come by two copies of the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Her black combat boots thudded lightly against the stairs as Lara climbed up to the detective's apartment and lightly knocked on the door. Lightly? No more like this is the FBI sort of knocking," Sara Pezzini wake your arse up and answer this ruddy door!" Lady Croft knew her friend was inside and most likely sleeping as her bike was parked downstairs," I got some good news darling...that we need to hide." Idly she tapped her toe, knocking again then waited.
Sara's eyes fluttered open and her lips parted in a shocked cry of surprise. If the tenebrous fibers had not coated her body, her violent movements would have surely flung her from the sofa, but in this case Sara simply restrained against the vines and flopped back onto the cushions. "I'll be right with you." she called out to the door. Sara pulled at the vines trying to free herself, and the Witchblade's reaction was less then friendly. At Lara's second knock, the self aware alien material began to retract leaving Sara in the buff. She stumbled to her feet and unlocked the half a dozen bolts at her door and opened it. She was standing behind the cover of the door peeking her head out. "Come on in." she offered, her face blushed. "I'll be out in a minute." Sara offered as she jogged off toward the bedroom holding her shards of clothes as best she could about her form.
A brow arched slowly," Hmm.. never knew you were one to sleep in the buff darling." Lara chuckled and walked in, hazel orbs peering about," Nice. Small. Cozy." The Brit mused and settled herself on the sofa, combat boots coming to rest on the coffee table," I've located two of the Book of the Dead copies." Lara stretched and sat the two books on the sofa beside her," Problem being we need to have someone hold them that Irons or Nottingham wouldn't even dream of us letting hold them." Lara turned her body raising up as she knelt on the sofa, arms draping over the back," I was thinking perhaps--" ," Is it love? British archaeologist and Lady by birthright Lara Croft was a special guest at Danette Boucher's Summer showcase this past Saturday evening." Lara read on about the dress she modeled and a few other things," After Lady Croft made her modeling debut, she was spotted with supposed Mafia boss Jackie Estacado." )" Witnesses report that while Croft was modeling several young men were told to lay off Lara, and to quote Mr. Estacado, she is mine." Suddenly Lara became very pale and felt faint for the first time in her life," This is so not true!" Instantly the paper was wadding up and launched promptly across them room," Arseholes! Liars! Bollocks! Stupid muckers!" Lara's verbal rampage went on and on.
Sara's laughter echoed out of the small bedroom as she dressed. "You don't have to butter it up for me Lara, this place is a shit hole. hell the landlord should be paying me to stay here." Sara pulled a t-shirt over her head and quickly stuffed herself into a pair of jeans and her boots. She was shrugging her gun holster about her shoulders as she walked out of the bedroom. "What's all that? Something about you and Estacado getting it on? You know Lara as much as the tabloids like to exaggerate, I'm your friend and there are times when even I wonder about you two." Sara walked to the fridge and opened it leaning over the door she picked up a carton of milk and opened it, sniffing the contents. After making a repulsed face she put it back on the shelf. "Ugh!" She eyed the date and realized that the food had gone bad over a month before. "I was wondering what that smell was." She commented to herself. "Look, don't let it get to you, I'm sure it's just Boucher's way to promote their risqué clientele.
Sheridan was dressed in typical black, the souls of his leather boots were moving against the sidewalk while he tugged up the collar of his leather jacket one hand shoved inside the other holding a foam cup of coffee. At this time there wasn't much bustle about the streets so he kept going. He'd spent most of the time shadowing Iron, watching his place working out details in his mind of when to go. Being the sly devil he was he, might have played dumb but really he knew what was going on about him. And of course he had some watch over the girls here and there. Still his lips pursed a moment as he walked by a rickety looked newspaper stand. Stopping he dropped some money on the counter and picked up a paper and a magazine, not bothering to wait for his change. The tall ex-spies for moved while he took a sip of the coffee eyeing the paper. "Lara, Lara, Lara.." he murmured into the steaming cup before taking another sip. What did he care really, or rather why should he? Lara and He weren't a thing any more, she did as she pleased just as he did. As she so fondly put it he was nothing more than a 'Skirt Chaser'. But for some reason it bothered the Brit. The paper was folded and tucked under his arm and while he walked he finished off the coffee, tossing the empty cup as he headed towards Sara's Apartment. They only had a small window of opportunity to be able to get in and out of Iron's place with out being noticed. If they were going to, they needed to do it within the next short while. Iron would be leaving soon, and only be gone an hour. It didn't give them much of a cushion but still it was opportunity knocking. And his knuckles hit against the door of the Detectives apartment.
She was dreaming about the past again. Lying on the faded couch in her apartment, Detective Pezzini was finally getting some rest. She didn't want to deal with the watchful eye of Jackie Estacado and his Darklings at the penthouse and she missed her hole in the wall. Living in this efficiency style apartment took the calloused emotions of a dedicated woman, but to Sara it was a place to make pit stops. Sara memories in her dreams from inside the club, the last time she fought with the Darkness. She remembers that night at the Museum of History and Natural Sciences, embraced in a wind tunnel of energy and light as their weapons merged onto Ian Nottingham. Due to the intervention from a dark mage, his actions caused their cursed weapons to blend into a hideous form on the brainwashed assassin. Wincing in her dream state Sara arches her back restraining against the fibrous green vines of organic metal that have enveloped both her, the couch and half of the living quarters.
Lara was brooding. That annoying Boucher woman had left sixteen messages on her cell, and as much on her phone at the penthouse," Sara is so going to bloody pay for this." However some good news had resulted. The Raider had come by two copies of the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Her black combat boots thudded lightly against the stairs as Lara climbed up to the detective's apartment and lightly knocked on the door. Lightly? No more like this is the FBI sort of knocking," Sara Pezzini wake your arse up and answer this ruddy door!" Lady Croft knew her friend was inside and most likely sleeping as her bike was parked downstairs," I got some good news darling...that we need to hide." Idly she tapped her toe, knocking again then waited.
Sara's eyes fluttered open and her lips parted in a shocked cry of surprise. If the tenebrous fibers had not coated her body, her violent movements would have surely flung her from the sofa, but in this case Sara simply restrained against the vines and flopped back onto the cushions. "I'll be right with you." she called out to the door. Sara pulled at the vines trying to free herself, and the Witchblade's reaction was less then friendly. At Lara's second knock, the self aware alien material began to retract leaving Sara in the buff. She stumbled to her feet and unlocked the half a dozen bolts at her door and opened it. She was standing behind the cover of the door peeking her head out. "Come on in." she offered, her face blushed. "I'll be out in a minute." Sara offered as she jogged off toward the bedroom holding her shards of clothes as best she could about her form.
A brow arched slowly," Hmm.. never knew you were one to sleep in the buff darling." Lara chuckled and walked in, hazel orbs peering about," Nice. Small. Cozy." The Brit mused and settled herself on the sofa, combat boots coming to rest on the coffee table," I've located two of the Book of the Dead copies." Lara stretched and sat the two books on the sofa beside her," Problem being we need to have someone hold them that Irons or Nottingham wouldn't even dream of us letting hold them." Lara turned her body raising up as she knelt on the sofa, arms draping over the back," I was thinking perhaps--" ," Is it love? British archaeologist and Lady by birthright Lara Croft was a special guest at Danette Boucher's Summer showcase this past Saturday evening." Lara read on about the dress she modeled and a few other things," After Lady Croft made her modeling debut, she was spotted with supposed Mafia boss Jackie Estacado." )" Witnesses report that while Croft was modeling several young men were told to lay off Lara, and to quote Mr. Estacado, she is mine." Suddenly Lara became very pale and felt faint for the first time in her life," This is so not true!" Instantly the paper was wadding up and launched promptly across them room," Arseholes! Liars! Bollocks! Stupid muckers!" Lara's verbal rampage went on and on.
Sara's laughter echoed out of the small bedroom as she dressed. "You don't have to butter it up for me Lara, this place is a shit hole. hell the landlord should be paying me to stay here." Sara pulled a t-shirt over her head and quickly stuffed herself into a pair of jeans and her boots. She was shrugging her gun holster about her shoulders as she walked out of the bedroom. "What's all that? Something about you and Estacado getting it on? You know Lara as much as the tabloids like to exaggerate, I'm your friend and there are times when even I wonder about you two." Sara walked to the fridge and opened it leaning over the door she picked up a carton of milk and opened it, sniffing the contents. After making a repulsed face she put it back on the shelf. "Ugh!" She eyed the date and realized that the food had gone bad over a month before. "I was wondering what that smell was." She commented to herself. "Look, don't let it get to you, I'm sure it's just Boucher's way to promote their risqué clientele.
Sheridan was dressed in typical black, the souls of his leather boots were moving against the sidewalk while he tugged up the collar of his leather jacket one hand shoved inside the other holding a foam cup of coffee. At this time there wasn't much bustle about the streets so he kept going. He'd spent most of the time shadowing Iron, watching his place working out details in his mind of when to go. Being the sly devil he was he, might have played dumb but really he knew what was going on about him. And of course he had some watch over the girls here and there. Still his lips pursed a moment as he walked by a rickety looked newspaper stand. Stopping he dropped some money on the counter and picked up a paper and a magazine, not bothering to wait for his change. The tall ex-spies for moved while he took a sip of the coffee eyeing the paper. "Lara, Lara, Lara.." he murmured into the steaming cup before taking another sip. What did he care really, or rather why should he? Lara and He weren't a thing any more, she did as she pleased just as he did. As she so fondly put it he was nothing more than a 'Skirt Chaser'. But for some reason it bothered the Brit. The paper was folded and tucked under his arm and while he walked he finished off the coffee, tossing the empty cup as he headed towards Sara's Apartment. They only had a small window of opportunity to be able to get in and out of Iron's place with out being noticed. If they were going to, they needed to do it within the next short while. Iron would be leaving soon, and only be gone an hour. It didn't give them much of a cushion but still it was opportunity knocking. And his knuckles hit against the door of the Detectives apartment.
