The Witchblade goes 007.. (Feat. Sara Pezzini and Jake McCarthy)
The nimble brunette was coated in a light dew of sweat as she squeezed her arm up behind the desk in Kenneth Iron's security room. Getting in here was a real trick, after filling the bathroom with steam. She snaked from the air conditioning vent above her shower, Sara had crawled though the duct system to drop down into the camera-less control room. Now she found herself with a window of twenty minutes to install the equipment Terry Sheridan had given her. As she wiped sweat from her eyes and continued to work, her mind drifted back to how she had come to this situation. ~It had all started when Sara was pulled off her assignment to work with the infamous Lara Croft, a dear friend of hers, to investigate a robbery. First off the detective was upset that her Captain Joe Siry felt the need to pull her off an active case to link her to something that didn't involve murder, after all her department was homicide. But when her ears heard from Croft that it may involve the multibillionaire Kenneth Irons, she was all ears. Sara had believed that Irons was dead, herself and McCarthy being witness to his fall from the large window of his penthouse months before. The robbery was of a good lot of antiques from the British Museum, and it was believed that they had trickled into the states either to the Mafia, or Irons. Toil as the girls might, their investigation was riddled with distractions. They included Jackie Estacado aka the Darkness (the mafias number one hitman), Terry Sheridan, an ex-spy with a past relationship with Lara, Ian Nottingham, and even Rat Alley's most feared vigilante Spawn. During their investigation a darker force crept into the scene, and that was the introduction of the Yakuza's repeated attempts on the Tomb Raider's life. They had hired the notorious Tora no Shi and his underlings to take out the Surrey born Brit. During the confusion of a gunfight with a few of their hitman, Estacado and Pezzini happened to exchange a few words. well and a bit of violence. The aftermath left Croft and Sara in separate corners, licking their wounds and one very pissed off Nottingham. It was all the girls could do to contain the violent exchange between Jackie and Ian. Sara awoke under the watchful eye of Irons and his personal bodyguard, cornered into a tough decision. A deal with the devil was struck. She agreed to live a life of subservience to Kenneth in exchange for her English partner's life. With Ken's ties into the seedy underground, it took little effort for the billionaire to ensure her safety.~ Now Sara found herself striving to continue her investigation, this time from the inside, the proverbial phrase 'bite the hand that feeds you' seemed fitting.
He was not some rookie... not in his mind, at least. To his partner, he was still green. He'd given up his pursuit of medicine to be a cop, and he'd taken his share of crap, from the chief, from Sara, his partner, but this... this was just bunk. He'd been given an assignment for Internal Affairs, and it was not one he liked. Currently, he was sitting, buried at his desk in old case files, each and every one of them being of Sara Pezzini's work. He was supposed to "investigate" Sara's credibility, but they really wanted him to dig up some grounds for expulsion on her. He'd been told at the start, that either way she was going to lose out, but he was given a choice: Help them find what they needed, or go down with his partner. He had no intention of getting any dirt. on Sara, but he couldn't just not do anything. She had been pulled from her assignment, for a mere larceny case, odd. He had gone over nearly half of Sara's case load, everything since she joined the force, and things were just starting to get interesting. He found something, something that didn't sit well. It was late afternoon, lunch time, and he was the only one in the general area. He took the file, gave a quick glance around as he removed a single page from the file and and slipped it into the paper shredder beside his desk. "This had better be worth risking criminal charges Jake old boy..." came a voice from inside his head. A lapse of conscious? Not quite. He had had a bad feeling for a while now, like something was very wrong within the system for which he, and Pez, worked. "If someone has to keep things sane around here... Even if I have to do it alone..." He leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his temples with a fore finger and his thumb, he hadn't slept for, he checked his watch, fifty-three hours straight, and he was in dire need of sleep, but he was going to get rid of anything that those pencil necks could use... He looked at the stack of files and leaned forward, "Another all nighter, Happy... Happy Joy. Joy."
The nimble brunette was coated in a light dew of sweat as she squeezed her arm up behind the desk in Kenneth Iron's security room. Getting in here was a real trick, after filling the bathroom with steam. She snaked from the air conditioning vent above her shower, Sara had crawled though the duct system to drop down into the camera-less control room. Now she found herself with a window of twenty minutes to install the equipment Terry Sheridan had given her. As she wiped sweat from her eyes and continued to work, her mind drifted back to how she had come to this situation. ~It had all started when Sara was pulled off her assignment to work with the infamous Lara Croft, a dear friend of hers, to investigate a robbery. First off the detective was upset that her Captain Joe Siry felt the need to pull her off an active case to link her to something that didn't involve murder, after all her department was homicide. But when her ears heard from Croft that it may involve the multibillionaire Kenneth Irons, she was all ears. Sara had believed that Irons was dead, herself and McCarthy being witness to his fall from the large window of his penthouse months before. The robbery was of a good lot of antiques from the British Museum, and it was believed that they had trickled into the states either to the Mafia, or Irons. Toil as the girls might, their investigation was riddled with distractions. They included Jackie Estacado aka the Darkness (the mafias number one hitman), Terry Sheridan, an ex-spy with a past relationship with Lara, Ian Nottingham, and even Rat Alley's most feared vigilante Spawn. During their investigation a darker force crept into the scene, and that was the introduction of the Yakuza's repeated attempts on the Tomb Raider's life. They had hired the notorious Tora no Shi and his underlings to take out the Surrey born Brit. During the confusion of a gunfight with a few of their hitman, Estacado and Pezzini happened to exchange a few words. well and a bit of violence. The aftermath left Croft and Sara in separate corners, licking their wounds and one very pissed off Nottingham. It was all the girls could do to contain the violent exchange between Jackie and Ian. Sara awoke under the watchful eye of Irons and his personal bodyguard, cornered into a tough decision. A deal with the devil was struck. She agreed to live a life of subservience to Kenneth in exchange for her English partner's life. With Ken's ties into the seedy underground, it took little effort for the billionaire to ensure her safety.~ Now Sara found herself striving to continue her investigation, this time from the inside, the proverbial phrase 'bite the hand that feeds you' seemed fitting.
He was not some rookie... not in his mind, at least. To his partner, he was still green. He'd given up his pursuit of medicine to be a cop, and he'd taken his share of crap, from the chief, from Sara, his partner, but this... this was just bunk. He'd been given an assignment for Internal Affairs, and it was not one he liked. Currently, he was sitting, buried at his desk in old case files, each and every one of them being of Sara Pezzini's work. He was supposed to "investigate" Sara's credibility, but they really wanted him to dig up some grounds for expulsion on her. He'd been told at the start, that either way she was going to lose out, but he was given a choice: Help them find what they needed, or go down with his partner. He had no intention of getting any dirt. on Sara, but he couldn't just not do anything. She had been pulled from her assignment, for a mere larceny case, odd. He had gone over nearly half of Sara's case load, everything since she joined the force, and things were just starting to get interesting. He found something, something that didn't sit well. It was late afternoon, lunch time, and he was the only one in the general area. He took the file, gave a quick glance around as he removed a single page from the file and and slipped it into the paper shredder beside his desk. "This had better be worth risking criminal charges Jake old boy..." came a voice from inside his head. A lapse of conscious? Not quite. He had had a bad feeling for a while now, like something was very wrong within the system for which he, and Pez, worked. "If someone has to keep things sane around here... Even if I have to do it alone..." He leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his temples with a fore finger and his thumb, he hadn't slept for, he checked his watch, fifty-three hours straight, and he was in dire need of sleep, but he was going to get rid of anything that those pencil necks could use... He looked at the stack of files and leaned forward, "Another all nighter, Happy... Happy Joy. Joy."
