A Little Party Never Killed Nobody // Noah & Drew

5:15.

Noah told her six but Drew disregarded his instructions as soon as she’d heard them. She flashed her badge as she pushed through the casino doors, irritated that security would dare question the validity of her visit. As if she’d come to the place to gamble. Disgusting. Drew breezed through the lobby and stepped onto the casino floor, finding herself lots among the rows of slot machines and tables. It was much larger than she expected, and to make matters worse, it was just one of the many rooms dedicated to wasting money. She got lost a few times but eventually found her way to the banquet hall,  earning twenty minutes to look around before the event started. 

“This room is clear. Go cover the west entrance, Percy’s got the runs.” Drew stared at the young man walking past hurried kitchen staff and decorators. “Excuse me?” He rolled his eyes as he got closer. “You heard what I said, get out of here.” he laughed, catching her by the arm.  You know you’ll get fired if you’re still here when the stiffs show up. The Avalon elite.” Drew jerked her arm away. “Who the fuck do you think you are? I am an agent of the Federal Government!” He raised an eyebrow and snorted, pointing to her plain suit and badge. “Then why are you dressed like security?” It was unprofessional to shoot the man but Drew was starting to considerate as he reached for her arm for the second time. 

noahfalkner:

Noted. Don’t worry, I won’t let you break my heart anytime soon. But thanks for the warning regardless.

What time is the event?

Take a Hit || Drew & Annabelle

annabelle-cutler:

She let out a shout as her skull collided with brick, skin scraping as blood ran down her face. When the agent backed away, Annabelle turned slightly, unable to do anything about the blood nearing her eye. The gun made her panic and, sure enough, the bitch fired another shot. Annabelle collapsed in the street, a scream coming from her lips. Sweat mixed with blood, sobs coming from her lips at the pain and the sight of her own body being mangled. Those two shots alone would make it to where she couldn’t work while they were healing, and she already had concerns on if anyone would want to touch what she looked like after with the scars. “No - please - ” she didn’t know how much time passed, but her heart was beating in her ears. “R- Remi Warner.” She took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore her gouged leg. Descriptions of what he looked like and where he lived tumbled out of her lips as she tried to fight tears and passing out. Laser guns were things she’d seen before, but the pain from one that high voltage was unreal to her.

Drew stood with a blank expression, listening to the frightened woman rambling on and on with the lie she’d told the first time. The longer she listened to her shaky prattling, the more irritated Drew became. Finally she cut her off, shooting the woman in the thigh. “Save your dramatics.” Drew bent down to pick up the woman’s shoe, admiring the thinness of the heel. “A person with stronger morals than I would wish for you to rest in peace.” She smirked, driving the stiletto into the woman’s side repeatedly. “No one will come to look for you. You are a waste of oxygen and nothing more.” With that, she undid the handcuffs, clipping them back to her belt and walking off to rejoin her unit. 

Take a Hit || Drew & Annabelle

annabelle-cutler:

Annabelle tried to stay quiet as the woman jerked her arms and tightened the cuffs around her wrists but a few gasps and growls left her lips none the less. The second round of clicking made her jerk back against the agent, shooting her a glare. She let out another growl when the agent squeezed the cuffs again. “Remi. Remi Warner.” Annabelle was desperate to get out of this situation. Jail was the last place she needed to be and if he thought she was a snitch, then maybe she should live up to his suspicions to get him off the street. “Take the cuffs off and I’ll give you an address, you red-headed cunt.”

It could’ve been a fake name. Drew wasn’t about to let her off with just a name in return. “I asked for a name and a location.” she snapped, her hand coming up to the back of the woman’s head and slamming it against the wall.  Just another scared hooker trying to skip out on the punishment she deserved. “I’m not about to be played by a filthy piece of shit like you.” Drew released her grip, leaving the cuffs on but stepping back. She took aim, setting her sights on the woman’s legs. “You have one more chance to tell me a valid name and address. Every five seconds that goes by without information that I deem to be legitimate, this is what happens.” Drew fired, sending a beam of electricity at the woman’s calf, watching as a chunk of flesh flew off. Nothing wrong with a little motivation. Besides, if the bitch gave her a real tip, Drew was going to turn her in. If not, she’d be fried on the street, meat for street dogs to pick at the next morning. 

Take a Hit || Drew & Annabelle

annabelle-cutler:

Annabelle used the wall for support as she tried standing, the leg with the burn aching when she put too much weight on it. She managed, standing up with her palms pressed against the brick as she stared at the red-head. The whine of the laser gun was intimidating, but Annabelle wasn’t one to give up easily. “Drugs. He’s big into drugs which I’m sure can lead you to bigger things than me.”

“That’s great.” she snapped, clapping a handcuff on the woman’s wrist. Whores were always the worst collar, whining and crying about simple things like their shoes and how their pimp would try to rescue them. Drew jerked the woman’s arm behind her back and reached for the other wrist. She put the cuffs on tight, knowing it’d bruise. Drew pressed the woman against the brick and sighed. She didn’t want to take a chance with this one. If the woman really knew a big time dealer, that would make Drew look even better to her superiors. “Give me a name.” she hissed, squeezing on the cuffs. “A name and a location.”

Clash || Drew & Dominic

dominic-saldren:

Dominic kicked himself off the wall to follow the red head down the hallway, impressed at her ability to wear heels. Surely she wouldn’t wear them to the actual assignment, but then again he wasn’t sure. He’d have seen much crazier. He followed Drew into the elevator, hating feeling like a lost puppy but also realizing it was the quickest way to get what he wanted. The minute the doors shut, he started rattling off his list. “Two guns. One standard issue green laser, the other an 8mm with electric bullets. Two clips of spare bullets, one electric, one gunpowder. Standard issue large knife I had modified with teeth.” He did a once over on his superior, trying to suppress a grin and wait for her reaction, good or bad, the only sound the light ‘ding’ as the elevator passed floors.

He was well equipped but Drew saw no need to give compliments. She should’ve been on the assignment by herself and would do her best to alienate her ‘partner’. “Hmm…adequate.” She stared straight ahead, letting an uncomfortable silence settle between the two of them. Drew had annoyed several potential partners out of assignments before the elevator ride was even over. Perhaps she could get Dominic to do the same. “Tell me,” she started, hitting the button to stop the elevator, “What makes you good enough to be working with me? I’ve never seen you before, so you obviously haven’t done enough to come up to my level. Why do I have to work with you now?”

Clash || Drew & Dominic

dominic-saldren:

Dominic changed into street clothes in the locker room, preferring them over the suit he wore to the office anyway. Since he spent most time he could out hunting for clues for the gangs, looking plain was an advantage. Him and Adelio being assigned to take down a party they’d been tipped off about meant plain clothes as well. He hooked one gun into his waistband, the other in his boot before running his fingers through his hair. Tousled and average. He slammed his locker door shut and went out into the hallway to wait for his superior.

While Drew wasn’t his first pick of assignment partners, it was better than some of the other choices. She at least was high up and he was willing to kill her ass if it meant getting higher up to keep himself on the hunt for his little brother. He didn’t know many details besides a party in Zone 7, but he was eager none the less. Party crashing meant kids willing to break the law, which had to be at least one gang member.

With everything in her office taken care of, Drew headed out the door. She passed by Dominic with so little as a flick of the eyes as she walked to the elevator, her heels clicking across the steel flooring. Her posture was a stiff as the blazer she was wearing, pressed to be crisp and smooth at all times. “How many weapons do you have on your person, Saldren?” Unlike their first encounter, Drew dropped her game of pretending she misheard the agent’s name. It was time to work. She held up her hand as the elevator chimed it’s arrival. “Give me the list as we ride down.” 

dominic-saldren:

I’m assuming because my last performance review on the ranges got me superior marks.

Which means nothing to me. 

But I’d rather get this over with instead of standing here talking to you, so let’s go. 

dominic-saldren:

Dominic.

What’s the assignment?

There were reports of a party happening in Zone 7. Small job, really. Nothing two capable agents can’t handle. 

…So why are you on this assignment?

dominic-saldren:

Well lucky for you I’m not an intern.

I’ve been working here for eight years, Agent Adelio, and I’ve just been put on an assignment for tonight. They told me it was based on a phoned in tip, but that’s all.

Eight years and you still work on the third floor? Unfortunate. 

I know which tip you’re talking about. Have a seat, Darius.