Dangers of Deville Chapter 7
By Jurassicfatt
Author's Note: Hello everyone. Hope you're doing well. This is the final chapter of Dangers of Deville. More about that on the bottom. Hope you enjoy and see you there!
Daria's (Sonya) POV, Spectrum Physical Rehabilitation Center, Four Days Later
The A.C. unit blares in the background, the distinctive hum cutting through the silence in the room. I sit with my team, having told them everything, and showing them some evidence that agent Stephanie was willing to share. Mandy lies on her hospital bed, a hand on her head as she looks over the pictures and reads the reports. Otis sits next to her, hovering over some files, his hands clenching into fists every few seconds. Gable paces around the room, his frantic footsteps tapping against the smooth ceramic floor and echoing off the taupe walls. I needed to tell them the truth, because they should know what was really going on. Doesn't make me feel that much better about it, though.
"Look at that." Otis asserts, pointing to the fake ID photos.
"I see it. Guess she valued money more than anything." Mandy declares, shoving the papers away. Mandy turns away, a look of hurt crossing over her face and her eyes tearing up. Otis ruffles the documents together and places them on a nearby table with a slam.
"Why didn't she come to us?" Gable asks, a hand on his chin, shaking slightly.
"What the hell were we going to do?" Otis demands, his voice angry. "Jesus. She fucking sold us out. Tough bind or not, we were supposed to be family."
"What the hell does this all mean?" Gable questions. "How long was she in league? All those years back, when Esparanta shot her? Or was it more recently?"
"There's no indication that she was working with them before her debt went up." Mandy argues.
"But there's nothing there that says she wasn't, either." Gable retorts, rubbing his face and temples. "Our captain. The commanding officer of our squad. Our friend." he says, murmuring the last part.
"She's no friend if she killed Shayna, that's for damn sure!" Otis yells, slamming a hand to the table.
"Okay, okay, breathe everybody." I tell them. Usually Mandy plays peacemaker, but she's still recovering, so I'll handle this. Placing a hand on Otis' arm, I repeat my request. His large chest heaves in breath. I beckon Gable over. He comes beside me, and I grab his shoulder. "The three of you are my best friends. And Mercury is still a family. No matter what she did, she never broke the bond we have." I explain, looking at Mandy. "We're siblings for life."
"Damn right." Mandy asserts, wiping her eyes and trying to reach over. Otis grabs her hand, given he's the closest to her at the moment. Her small hand grabs his as I smile at each of them. Mandy does the same, followed by Gable and a reluctant Otis. "Plus, you guys know way too much. As do I."
"Like, what, exactly?" Gable asks, pensively looking at Mandy.
"Alexander Keith's Coconut shrimp platter at the Surf n' Turf. With double chocolate brownie sundaes. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, Chad Gable." Mandy states with an eyebrow raise. Otis and I stare at one another. Our eyes scrunched in confusion, we turn to Gable, who hasn't moved an inch since Mandy spoke. He looks between us, an uneasy chuckle leaving his mouth.
"I thought you were working on your diet?" I ask.
"I… tend to splurge every few weeks. Make that every 2 weeks." he admits, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.
"And you couldn't go get me a Five Guys burger when I was eating shitty hospital food? That tasted like soggy pulp!" Otis asks, his voice fraught with tension. Gable puts his hands up. "And then you filled my fridge with broccoli smoothies so that I could 'keep up with my fitness goals'. Come here!" Otis yells as Gable backs up. Otis chases Gable around the room, the smaller man expertly dodging his clutches. When Gable hides behind me and Otis barrels through a table, knocking its contents to the floor, I put my hands between them.
"Guys, enough. You can't keep this up. You're disturbing Mandy right now."
"How?" Otis asks.
"You kind of knocked down my snack tray, Otis." Mandy asserts, pointing to the fruit cups spilled onto the floor.
"Oh…" Otis murmurs, lifting his shoe and peeling a piece of pineapple off it.
"There's an easy solution to this that doesn't involve throwing Gable around, Otis." I argue, the larger man staring at me. I hear Gable exhale a sigh of relief behind me.
"Thank you, Daria."
"Gable, give me your wallet." I say, turning to the smaller man. He cocks his eyebrow.
"Excuse me?"
"Your wallet, Gable. Give it now." I demand, putting a hand out with a stern face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a simple blue and gray wallet with a Velcro strap. Unravelling it, I check through. "How much for a Five Guys burger?"
"Cheeseburgers are 7.49$, last time I checked." Otis declares. Pulling out a 20$, I hand it to him.
"Go wild."
"Thank you, Daria." he responds, pocketing the money.
"Daria, what the hell? I thought we-"
"This is the only way you two will ever get along. Especially now that we know you don't practice what you preach, Gable."
"But a 20?"
"Yes, a 20." I argue, scowling at him. Gable backs down, and I give him his wallet and a smile. Mandy bursts out into laughter. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
"That's a lie." I tell her, giving her a look.
"It's nothing. Just now, I couldn't help but notice how much you acted Shayna." she admits. I freeze with my mouth open, averting my eyes from hers for a second.
"Yeah. You really did." Gable agrees, giving me a pat on the back.
"Dar?" Mandy asks. I slowly turn to her.
"Yeah, Mandz?"
"What else did you want to tell us? When you walked in, you said there were two things you needed to get off your chest."
Mandy, Otis, and Gable all stare at me. I feel a bit of apprehension, my heart beating faster by the second. Coming to her bedside, I grab the arm rest and answer.
"Agent Stephanie offered me a position with the DOD, on her team. She wants me to help them track down the guys who killed Shayna and Ronda. 1 last mission, before I retire." Taking a breath, I look at them. "And I'm taking it."
Silence fills the room. Gable and Otis look at each other, while Mandy grabs my hand, pulling me back to reality.
"Is this really what you want?" she asks.
"Yeah, Dar. I thought you wanted to move on?" Otis continues, placing his hand on a chair. I nod.
"I know I said that. I've been thinking about this for a while. Even before I started therapy, I felt guilty. Everything from Shayna, to the op, to Ronda, I felt was my fault. That I wasn't strong enough to protect them. Or to protect you guys. That maybe if I had done things differently, things would not have turned out the way they did." I explain, as the 3 listen. "What I started to realize, with the help of some friendly advice, is that no matter how much I tried to plan, there are some things that were just beyond my control. Some things that you just can't prepare for." I say, blowing out a breath. "So, then, I started to ask: could I walk away from this? Could I tell Steph I wasn't interested, and be done with it? Do I really need to go after the ones who conspired against us? Who got Ronda on their payroll, and got Shayna killed? And no matter how many flowers I lay on their headstones, there's something missing. I understand this might sound selfish. And yeah, it is. I can't control how things will go, but I know that if I don't get this closure, it'll haunt me forever. I need to help take them down. I'm not sure how Stephanie will bring me onboard, or how long it will take, but I need to do this. For them. For us. And most especially, for me."
My squad stares at me, the A.C. unit cutting through the palpable anticipation.
"You really made up your mind, huh?" Mandy questions, tilting her head. I nod to her.
"Daria… We're with you. 100% behind you, my plum." Otis asserts. I turn to him, as Mandy continues.
"And if you ever need us, we're only a phone call away. I may not have full feeling back in my legs, but I can answer my phone." she proclaims, pulling my hand. Otis goes to the right side and puts his fist out. Mandy puts hers in, as Gable slowly saunters over to the bed. We look at him, as he runs a hand over his chin and contemplates silently. A few seconds later, he lifts his head up and puts his fist in the middle.
"You've got this, Dar. Go get those sons-a-bitches!" he tells me. We stare at him, shocked by his abrupt swearing.
Putting my hand in the middle, our fists all in a circle, we smile at each other, before lifting them up and saying "Mercury!" together.
"Just promise me no matter what happens, you won't let them change your mind." Mandy says, as we pull our hands away.
"This is it. After this, our donut business is the priority."
"Damn right. You've got an empire to build." Otis asserts, making me chuckle.
"You know I got Sabby to go pick you up another perfume? Thought it might come in handy for press interviews and photoshoots. Guess you won't be needing it, now." Mandy argues.
"Maybe I will. You never know."
"I'm glad you approve. So, does that mean you'll go downstairs and get me a pudding cup?" I give her a look of disbelief. She shrugs. "Someone knocked over my fruit cups. Since you're not on mission yet, you've still got time to handle 'business' for me."
"You little shit." I murmur. Mandy just laughs. "Alright, I'll go get your pudding cup, you fatty." Mandy gives me an eyebrow raise.
"What did you say?" she asks cheekily.
"Nothing!" I respond with an exaggerated tone, smiling and heading out the door to the cafeteria. Grabbing two chocolate pudding cups, I pull out my phone. Typing in agent Stephanie's number, I listen as it rings. Suddenly, that familiar voice comes over the phone.
"Hello? Agent Stephanie McMahon, here."
"Hi Stephanie. It's Daria Berenato."
"Hello again, Daria. How are you?"
"Not bad." I answer truthfully.
"That's good. I take it you've called about my offer?" she asks.
"I'm ready to give you my decision, yes."
"And that is?"
"I want in."
"That's great news!"
"So, can you tell me where we go from here?"
"Can you come by my office, around noon tomorrow? I want to make sure I hear you in-person. We can discuss details then." she tells me, her tone playful but to the point.
Swatting away a fly circling my face, I answer. "Okay, I'll be there."
"Great. See you tomorrow, Daria."
"See ya." I hear the call end and get out of the phone app, then stuff my Android into my pocket. I quickly head back to Mandy's room, pudding cups and spoons in hand, as I wonder what tomorrow's meeting will bring.
Daria's (Sonya) POV, DOD Building, Florida, Noon
Going towards the building, I walk through the doors. I'm greeted by a few guards and Dolph, sporting a black shirt and pants combo, who escorts me upstairs. Stepping off the elevator, we walk into the waiting area, where Joe and Bobby, both in button up shirts, are waiting. Joe leaves, walking into Stephanie's office to call her. Stepping out into the hall in a blue dress, she saunters up to me, her hips swinging slightly. I meet her halfway, her floral scent intoxicating. But I'm not here to flirt. At least, not yet.
"So, Ms. Berenato, have you made your decision? I want to make sure you're certain about this." she asks, her blue-green orbs staring into my soul. Joe comes to her left, Bobby to her right, and Dolph next to Bobby. I start to think about my family back in Jersey. My friend, Mercedes. My team- Gable, Otis, and especially Mandy. They support me. I know if I back away from this, I'll never get over it. Looking into Stephanie's eyes, I nod.
"I have. I want in." Joe's stare remains the same, his eyes focused on me. Bobby rubs a hand over his face, while Dolph cleans some dust off his dark button up. Stephanie walks closer to me; our eyes locked the entire time.
"You sure you're ready for this?" I chuckle silently.
"Didn't you seek me out with an offer, Steph?" I challenge. Joe and Bobby smirk, while Dolph seems to be holding in his smile, shocked by my boldness. Steph grins widely, never breaking eye contact.
"Great answer. Let's see what you've got. Ziggler?"
"Yes, Boss lady?" he asks.
"Please show Ms. Berenato to the training area. I want to see what she's got." Steph murmurs, her playful tone laced with curiosity.
Dolph tilts his head to the elevator doors, then starts walking. "Come on, follow the Zig-man." Rolling my eyes, I do as I'm told. We take the elevator down to the basement level, the silver doors opening to reveal another long hallway. Multiple cameras watch us as we move through the facility. Going past the doorway, he brings me to a large shooting range, where multiple recruits are testing their accuracy. "Locker room is on the right. We won't be starting here, though."
"No?"
He shakes his head. "Steph wants to see all your skills. Problem solving, endurance, accuracy, the works. Best if you change into comfortable clothing." he pulls a key from his pocket. "Locker C-217 should have some in your size." He tosses the key to me, which I catch with one hand. "Good reflexes. I'll be in the gym area, on sub-level 1. See you there, 'Fighter'."
Dolph leaves the locker room as I stare at him. Last person who used my CG nickname was Shayna… I promise I'm going to stop them, Baze. I take a deep breath, before looking at the key in my hand. Walking up to locker C-217, I put the key in and unlock it. Inside the locker is a black and white duffel. Taking it out and placing it on the bench, I unzip the top and look through its contents: a pair of gym shorts, a blue DOD t-shirt, a pair of black and white running shoes, a navy-blue hoodie, a few note pads with pens and pencils, a baton, a SIG P229 pistol with no ammo cartridge, and some other stuff. A sticky note reads 'Be Ready', in cursive writing. Grasping the paper in hand, I study it. I assume Stephanie wrote this.
Grabbing the bag, I close it and lock my locker. I head into one of the changing rooms and put on the athletic gear, before going back to the elevator and heading to sub-level 1. A stop later, I walk down an entryway, leading to a window that shows a large gym area, equipped with a few machines, weights, boxing ring, punching bags, etc. Grabbing the brass handle, I open the door, and see Dolph waiting with some special equipment. As I walk in, I notice the room is filled with mirrors. One directly in front of me looks slightly darker; I bet it's a two-way mirror, and Steph is behind there watching.
"Daria." Dolph says slowly, before two women in lab coats come close to us, one holding a laptop. "Just here, please." He then motions to come beside him. He takes my bag and leaves it on the floor.
"Um, what's all this?" I ask.
"These two are going to determine your fitness level. Put this on, please?" he explains, before handing me a black training mask. The mask has 3 white dots on the front. Putting my hair up into a bun, I place the mask over my face, beginning to breathe. One of the women places a heart-rate monitor on my left arm, before showing the results on her laptop.
"From here, we'll be able to see everything from heart-rate to lung capacity and beyond. The mask," she points to a black table showcasing my oxygen levels, "will help see your endurance in an ideal environment. Eventually, you will need to take it off."
"How long will these tests take?" I ask. Dolph looks at me.
"We need to train you in a compressed format. 4-5 days for testing, then 4-6 weeks after for training. Maybe more, if you're not as skilled as Steph thinks."
"Wait a second, what about the bastards who killed my friend? I thought-"
Dolph cuts me off by putting a hand over the mask. "The only way you get to be on this team is if you prove to Steph, Joe, Bobby, and I, that you have what it takes to be on it. This is your time to shine. So, make Steph proud now, alright?" he tells me. Glaring at him, I nod. He points to one of the treadmills. I walk onto it, noticing it has been put at the fifth level for endurance. Stepping onto it, I press the button and start running in place. I'm directly in front of the two-way mirror, and I can feel whoever is behind it staring at me. It feels a little weird running with this mask on. I keep going, my muscles warming up over time. About 20 minutes later, the doctors show Dolph the numbers. He motions with his head to get off. Taking some deep breaths, he taps me on the arm, then motions to take the mask off. I do as he says, handing him the equipment and detaching the heart-rate monitor from my arm.
"Getting tired?"
I shake my head. "Nope."
"Good. Then let's see your strength." he states, grabbing two white, red, and black boxing gloves and tossing them to me. He then puts two sparing gloves and eggs me on. "I heard you've got an MMA background, huh? Show me what you got, Daria."
Putting them on my hands, I walk up to him. I start punching his hands, ducking under his swipes. After a few minutes, he rolls his eyes. "Okay, taking the training wheels off. Hit me!" Taking my fighting stance, I start hitting harder, his swipes getting faster.
No One's Pov
Daria continues hitting Dolph's hands. Looking past the mirror, Stephanie stands with her arms crossed, studying the new recruit. Joe is right next to her, while Bobby leans closer to the mirror. Dolph starts moving in a circle, Daria following him, as they continue to spar. He tries to kick her, and she dodges, shocked by the abrupt movement. Ducking under his swipes, she continues her punches, moving much quicker than before.
"She's fast. That's MMA training, right there." Bobby admonishes. Joe scoffs.
"She's holding back." he points out.
"Of course, she is. It's light-sparing, Joe." Bobby states.
"I bet she could kill Dolph with those hands. Or if she got him in an armbar." Joe argues.
"We need another member on the team, Joe. I'm starting to think you just want her to beat Dolph." Bobby asserts. Joe just smiles.
"A man can dream."
"What do you think, Steph?" Bobby asks her.
Watching as Daria sidesteps Dolph's kicks and hands, now jump-punching as she spars. Dolph looks like he's struggling to hold up against her attacks. Steph puts her arms down. "I need to see all her skills. I'll check her stats in a minute. Joe, head down to the range and get some weapons ready. Bobby, head in there and switch with Dolph. Something tells me you'll be a better sparring partner."
She continues to watch, Daria stopping when she sees Bobby walk into the room. He tells Dolph to take a break with a thumb, before grabbing the sparring gloves and putting them on. In seconds, she starts sparring again, dodging Bobby's quick swipes while she pounds into his fists, her whole body going forward as she strikes. Steph laughs. This 'Shayna Baszler' trained her well, she thinks to herself.
The image changes to Daria outside on the track, running full sprint with earbuds in, as she listens to Pride Fighter by def rebel and The Baby Don:
(Yeah)
I am a beast, I am a menace
I am the storm,
I'm comin' to get it,
Conquer the throne,
And aim for the ceiling
Another victory,
We always finish
Certified winner
The day I was born
All in a day,
Champions will be torn
Conquer the throne,
And aim for the ceiling
Another victory,
We always finish
I am a beast
Daria is now in the gym again, punching a sandbag while Bobby holds it, every hit exuding power and precision. We can see Bobby yelling something, as Daria keeps punching, over and over.
We then see her in front of a computer, doing a variety of tests while she looks over documents from the case. Inputting her answers with a click of her mouse, we turn to Steph getting an email on her phone. Clicking on it, she smiles, her screen showing Daria's results: 94 on intermediate-advanced DOD Test #1 and 2, 100 on Strategy Test #3, 93 on Criminal Psychology Test #4, and 99 on Combat Test #5.
The image changes to Daria fighting in the ring against Joe, gloves on and black mouthguard in, as she punches and kicks him. It then switches, showing Joe sparring with her, punching into her hands as she swipes at his head. We see them also wielding batons, with Joe showing her how to disarm and incapacitate opponents. She mirrors his movements, using her skills to knock out the practice dummies.
I am the sniper
I am the striker
I am the savage
No more being nicer
I am the prize, pride fighter
Into the ring
I'm igniting the fire
Silent sleeper,
I am the reaper
There's no cage in the world
That can keep her
Two steps ahead,
So good luck tryna creep up
I promise to win,
So you better believe her
Daria's now in the shooting range, ear protectors on as she fires her pistol at the targets. Dolph, Bobby, and Joe look on, watching as Daria hits multiple head and body shots. We then see her do the same with a shotgun and an M4 carbine. Joe slams a button, and the dummies begin moving side-to-side at different speeds. But Daria seems unfazed, adjusting and timing her shots with incredible accuracy. Watching her do so causes Joe to nod, Dolph to clap, and Bobby to grab her shoulder. She looks over her shoulder, giving a thumbs up and a smile to the 3.
We shift to more sparring in the ring between her and Bobby. Just then, Steph goes up to her. Daria and Bobby stop, as the boss hands her a large suit carrier and a badge. Daria grabs them, looking over the articles, before Steph and Bobby walk away. We now see Daria in the changing room, opening the suit carrier. Inside is a black silk suit with a dark grayish-silver tie, black button up shirt, a simple belt, black socks, and two-pointed dress shoes. We watch as Daria gets changed into just her boy shorts with no undershirt. She puts on the pants, belt, socks, and shirt, buttoning up as she looks herself over. Tying her tie in the mirror, she smooths out the crease in her shirt. She laces up her shoes and puts the blazer on, fixing her hair to come down her back, before walking towards the camera.
Let's go (go, go, go, go, go, go)!
I am a beast
Daria's POV, DOD Building, Stephanie's Office, 6 and a half Weeks Later
Stepping into Steph's office, I'm greeted by the familiar faces of Joe, Bobby, and Dolph. I've got to say, training under them for 6 and a half weeks was intense, but worth it. Each one brings a set of skills that compliments one another, so it was good having that diverse training regimen. I even got to know them a bit more. Dolph is kind of the sarcastic older brother type. Always hitting on ladies and talking big, but he can back it up, too. I learned quickly that he's the fastest of the 3, with a pretty high target-hit ratio both on and off the field. He's really a nice guy. Bobby is the army dude, through and through. He comes in with smiles and laughs, but when the going gets tough, he gets serious. Always a new challenge under Bobby, I can tell you. He was able to hold up against my onslaught of moves for hours, to the point where I was getting winded while he was still holding strong. I bet it has to do with that time he was in the army and in Bellator. He also has a chiseled physique, so much so it's like a Black Hercules is walking around the office. And then there's Samoa Joe. He's not exactly a funny dude. He gets straight to the point, with an intensity that would make most people flinch. He pushed me the most, getting me to try new moves and to use my skills in different situations. Like when he used a live smoke grenade during training to test my ability to react to unforeseen circumstances. They all have a vendetta against Pechenko, Louis, and Quinby, but he seems to be the angriest about it. You can't even mention their names without him slamming something down. He worked with Bryan and Dax, the two hospitalized agents, the longest, so there is some history there. He was also mentoring the new trainee, Skye Dolecki, so he wants to know what happened to her. The 3 of them stand at Stephanie's desk, turning towards me when I walk in with my new suit.
"*Whistle*, Looking good, Jersey 'Deville'." Dolph teases. Bobby punches him in the arm, while Joe gives him a death glare.
"I think what Dolph is trying to say is: welcome to the team, Daria." Bobby claims, pointing to the DOD badge in my hands.
Joe stays silent, simply giving me a stoic look and an approving nod. Stephanie walks in, a dark blue suit and heels on.
"Hello Daria. I take it the suit fits well enough?"
"It's perfect. Thank you, Steph." I tell her. I notice she has multiple black folders in her hands.
"Take a seat, please." she orders, sitting at her desk. I do as she says, waiting for further instructions. "So, some new information has come to my attention concerning the whereabouts of Arturo Pechenko, William Louis, and Thomas Quinby. Yesterday, in fact. It seems they believe the heat has died down, and are resurfacing in new locations across the country. My original operation needed to be revised, and I apologize that it prolonged your training." That explains the extra 3 days.
"That's alright, Steph. How did it affect your plans?" I ask.
"I was originally going to have 1 major operation that would get the 3 of them. But that's now impossible. I've been forced to cut my teams into thirds, to cover more ground." she explains. "Slippery bastards are already making moves."
She opens the file folder, showing pictures of those fuckers. "What do you need me to do?" I ask.
"I asked you to join my team. And over the past 6 weeks, you've more than proven you have what it takes to be a part of it. I trust Joe, Bobby, and Dolph's judgment, and I trust you to make the choice you feel is right." Stephanie places 3 folders in front of me. "It seems our targets are expanding their operations at the southern border, and colluding with multiple enemies simultaneously. Washington's tied up with the war in Europe and domestic turmoil, but I got their approval to take these bastards in. Thomas Quinby is using his expansive network in Miami to help smugglers from the Caribbean and Central America get new business dealings. Arturo Pechenko is in Nevada, working with some nasty gun runners to stir up trouble in Sin City and abroad. And William Louis is in California, helping a new crime family take power over the San Francisco Bay area."
"How are we playing this?
"Dolph lives in Florida, so he knows Miami like the back of his hand. His team will handle Quinby's arrest. Bobby has connections from his Army Ranger days in Las Vegas, so he'll be taking command over the Pechenko mission. Joe has lived in California most of his life, so his team's going after Louis." She pauses, letting her words sink in. "So, that just leaves you. I know you wanted to take them all down at the same time. And we will. But you need to choose which one you want the most." She hands me a red file folder. Opening it, I read through the contents. "It looks like Quinby was the one who helped wire the money to Ronda's bank account. Pechenko followed Commander Baszler and rented the car Captain Rousey escaped in the day Shayna was murdered. Louis deleted the surveillance footage and destroyed all the evidence. Well, almost all of it."
"And I can only pick one of them." I murmur, looking through the file. They deserve to be locked up forever, for what they did. But which one should I pick? Do I want the financier, the get-away driver, or the conspirator? I notice Stephanie nod her head, pointing to the black folders as she speaks.
"That's right. I wish there was some other way, but we can't take the chance that grabbing one target won't scare off the others. If we're going to succeed, we need to get them at the same time. So, what mission is it going to be, Daria? Miami, Las Vegas, or San Francisco?"
Author's Note: Hello everybody. So, I've been waiting for this day to unveil my newest idea. Dangers of Deville is finished, and where we go from here will be up to you. What do I mean by this? For a long time, I've been a fan of choose your own adventure games. Stories like SWTOR, Fallout NV, and Mass Effect. And I wondered if there was a way for me to replicate something like that, even on a way smaller scale, through a spy-based fanfiction? Dangers of Deville is the gateway to that idea. Over the next who knows how long, I'll be writing 3 different stories, each of which will have at least 2 endings. There will be certain moments where you guys get to choose what Daria will do, and those choices will have an impact on the story. The biggest choice will involve which romance to pursue (I mean, this is a Femslash story series, after all :)). Each story will have 2 romanceable characters, meaning 6 in total. Every one of them has been pre-selected, and are either current or former WWE wrestlers. I'll be holding a poll with their names and which story they'll be in over the coming days, so you guys can choose which one you want to see first. To make things easier, these are the choices:
Miami Mission: Carmella Van Dale or Trinity Fatu
Las Vegas Mission: Bianca Belair or Kayla Braxton
San Francisco Mission: Cassie Lee or Xia Li
If no one responds to the poll, I will do the old best 2/3 coin flip and choose a location. I can't promise any kind of perfection, but I want to try my hand at a new type of story, with Daria being the heroine of this epic spy romance fanfiction series. I hope you guys enjoyed this. If you did, remember to follow and favorite. And feel free to leave a review. It is always appreciated. Keep an eye out for the poll! Until next time, take care and enjoy your day!
