—Are we doing it, L?
A blank stare followed, from the blonde woman on her side, which quickly turned into an annoyed glance, picking her collar.
—Do you need to ask at this point? Don’t make me repeat again, M.
M smirked, apparently thriving on the thought her boss was this short-tempered.
—Alright, alright... I’ll shoot as many of those pieces of garbage as you order me to.
L still kept staring scarily at her companion. (Such a pain in the ass.)
—Is 2 minutes for 300 meters good enough? I’m unsure to be able to get you more than that.
—I’ll do my best.
—Remind me to kill you later as well.
A deep sigh followed suit. No more talking, with a single sign, M moved backwards, and took the closest stairs, as if trying to reach a higher place to position. L, meanwhile...
—Doe.
—Jane.
That was good. It meant K had reached the desired position already. All left was finishing this job. This was all for her, after all...
Further ahead, some moments before...
—Hey, Morty, look at that...
—What the...
Someone seemed lost at the industrial complex. It was a girl. How did she even reached this far off without alerting their colleagues?
—This is a dead end, babe. Turn back.
—Uhm... Wait, Rudy went in there and he still hasn’t come back!
—Rudy? Is your boyfriend here?
Both men took a look at their surroundings. Still deserted. There was no ‘Rudy’ in the band either.
—No, it’s my dog... A doberman.
—What the...?
Usually they would just kick the girl off here. But a dog would be annoying without their owner. Also, a big one as that as well.
—Ok, leave it to us, we will find it, wait here.
—Really!?
—Hey, Morty...!
—Calm down, dumbass. Have you seen this chick’s body? She is at least an 8/10... Might even get a free one off if we find that stupid dog...
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Unconvinced, the other man took a look back at the girl. She was smiling; he blushed. The crooks were unable to find women like these. Most of them were cheap prostitutes that reeked alcohol and tobacco. This was... An exception. A risk good enough to take.
—Alright bastard, you start searching, I stay here. If the dog comes back on its own, you owe me an all-nighter in that restaurant. If you find it, you’ll get the girl, deal?
—Way to go, bro!
—What are you two mumbling about over there...?
—Ah, sorry, Miss! I, Morty, shall command the search, meanwhile my mate here will keep you company!
—Oh, that’s good... It’d be scary staying here alone, without Rudy...
(Cute...)
A quick farewell followed. Before the other man could turn back, what felt like a needle penetrated his skin, forging its way inside his tough neck as if it was plasticine.
—Damn, this thing is effective, L’s the best, I love her!
The man still shocked, gave a confused look at the woman dressed in white... And tried a punch.
—Come on dude, are you not even trained in proper martial arts? Laaame.
She did not evade it, but rather, moved her body inside, sticking her hips up to his, and then used the centrifugal force of the man’s own movement to bring him down; one hand to the sleeve, the other to the collar, and finally driving him down by using her back. A perfect jiu-jitsu lock.
—Oh yeah, you probably noticed by now but... It’s not possible to talk after being pierced by that needle. I would try to explain it, however, my forte is bringing in muscle, not biology.
The usual smile the girl wore did not fade away. Yet this time the crook found it rather terrifying than adorable.
—Well then... Will you tell me where the gang’s hideout is located? I would prefer to deal with good boys, but... I don’t mind using more needles if there’s not enough cooperation.