Prompt: You hired my gf as a getaway driver
Quinn dodged another bullet. It hit the corner, sending plaster into his eyes and his hair. He kept himself from kicking Chaos as the hacker worked frantically on the floor.
He slid the magazine out of his gun, counting the bullets.
Three left.
It was fucking messy and about to get messier.
"Say one word and I will leg you," Quinn warned. He saw the smarmy comment on Chaos' face. "Are you done?"
"Five seconds," Chaos replied. The clacking seemed to get louder as if the more noise it made, the better it worked. All it accomplished was making Quinn's eye twitch.
"It was five seconds over a minute ago," Quinn snarled. He fired a shot around the corner.
Answering shots came, making him backpedal. This was not what he expected when he woke up that morning.
Why had he taken the job?
The answer escaped him while dragging Chaos down another hallway.
"Our ride is thirty seconds out!" Chaos yelled. "Make that fifteen!"
Quinn bit his tongue to ask if it was going to be fifteen seconds in thirty seconds from then.
The SUV was waiting, like Chaos said. Not that Quinn planned on acknowledging that fact. He fired another shot to buy some distance. If the laptop got damaged, he wouldn't get paid, and it meant all his work was for nothing.
"Get in!"
Quinn knew that voice. He woke up next to its owner every morning he was stateside. Rather than stop, he threw himself into the backseat, sending Chaos into the other door.
"You hired my girlfriend as the driver?" Quinn yelled. He slammed the door closed, bracing himself as Parker sped the car up. "What the fuck were you thinking?"
"She's the best! You're dating Parker?" Chaos asked. He held up a fist. "Props, bro, for bagging that."
Quinn tried not to enjoy how good it felt ramming his fist into the hacker's face, but he did enjoy the silence that followed.
"If you kill him, we don't get paid," Parker said. He met her eyes in the rearview. "Are you mad?"
"Why would I be mad?" Quinn asked. The back window shattered, spraying glass into the cabin, but Parker kept the car steady. "Put a pin in that thought, Sweetheart."
The hitter latched onto the grab handle before opening his door, bracing his weight against it, and aimed. Everything narrowed down before he squeezed the trigger. Rather than trying for the small target like the tire, Quinn went for the engine block.
He sat back, slamming the door behind him again.
"Why would I be mad?" He asked again once they left their pursuers with a dead car three miles back.
"Sophie mentioned couples do things together and I thought I'd surprise you, but you don't seem happy to see me," Parker said, her eyes locked on the road. "All the things she suggested sounded boring. Like painting pottery or bocce ball."
Those did sound boring he thought.
Quinn knew Parker saw the world differently. Most people dismissed her worries or thought them too strange to even respond to. If he asked her to stop the car so he could get into the front seat, she'd take it as Worst Case Scenario.
Until his dying day, Quinn planned on never mentioning to anyone how he contorted himself into the front seat from the back.
"I was mad at Chaos because he put you in the line of fire. I was extremely happy to see you, Parker, it was like the cavalry come rushing in at the right moment," Quinn said. He grinned at her, knowing she caught it in the corner of her eye. "Most beautiful thing I've seen since this morning."
She smiled.
It had taken her a minute to believe his compliments held water when they first started this and he lived for that smile.
"How about next time we pick the job together?" She offered.
"Sounds good to me."
