2085, Little China
1st part
V was leaning on her car's door when Mr. Blue Eyes' cab stopped before her and the backdoor automatically opened inviting her in. She threw away a half-empty soda can in the nearest trash bin and smoothly slided inside.
- Hello, V, - pleasantly said Mr. B, who sat opposite of her, his eyes shining blue in the dim light of car interior. The smell of his expensive cologne immediately attacked V's sensitive nose. - It's good to see you again.
- Cut the crap, - she answered coldly, annoyance that was boiling in her blood all day finally found the outlet. - I told you to transfer the gigs through Rogue. I'm not your fucking lap dog anymore, do you need me to remind you this in a more convincing way?
- This matter is too delicate to involve the fixer in it, - he stayed calm as he always did and waved at the table that was placed between the seats. - Take this shard.
V picked up the shard among the empty but clean glasses and closed champagne bottle and put it in the slot. The data began to show up before her eyes - name, picture, DOB, relatives, the list of the jobs.
- Who's the corpo cunt? - she asked scrolling through jobs. There was nothing about Night corp, the corpo's current job was Biotechnica, a senior assistant in the research and development department.
- Felicia Josten. She's been our mole in Biotechnica for several years, actually. That's why I need your personal touch here, this information is classified to pass it to someone else.
V blinked.
- Your mole?! - she barked a laugh. - And you reveal me their identity? Holy shit, you're planning to zero me when I'm done, aren't you?
- I was the one who saved you from the painful and slow death, do you think I would waste my effort like this? - Mr. B smiled somewhat mockingly and continued. - To be honest, this request isn't on the Corp's behalf but on mine. Felicia was recruited by me personally so her well-being is my responsibility in this case.
- What happened? She's been made?
- Yes, and the leak was from our side. My people are working on it but Felicia was captured by Animals that work for Biotechnica. Right now she's held at their place in Pacifica where they're probably trying to make her talk about us. I'm sure she still has some time until they decide to get rid of her since it's hard to gather information about Night Corp but I need you to pull her out as soon as possible.
- And you didn't send your people there, why? - V asked pulling out the slot after copying the data.
- I'm not going to endanger any of them to damn Animals and Biotechnica, - he answered with no trace of a smile on his face, his eyes are surprisingly raged. - But I can't leave her there too. So do your job and you'll get your money.
The car stopped right where she was picked up. The door began to open when V turned to Mr. B.
- What if she talked to them? Should I zero her too?- she challenged him with a smirk.
Mr. B raised a brow and looked at her like she didn't know a thing.
- Trust me, she didn't. Now go.
V rolled her eyes and left the car. It was time to fuck shit up.
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Excuse me but the idea of MC and Xav sitting on their respective balconies and texting each other The Tea while people watching in their neighborhood is both so silly and so endearing to me.
So let's go on a small adventure, shall we?
Warnings: None.
Just fluff. Pure, unadulterated fluff.
The late morning sun was already warming you through the windows of your tiny apartment before you'd even stepped foot outside. It was finally mid-spring in Linkon, which meant you could enjoy your late breakfast on the patio without having to worry about a stray chill or errant frost dampening your weekly Saturday 'brunch' plans.
Opening the patio door with your granola bar in one hand and phone in the other, you settle into the cushioned bench that overlooked your apartment courtyard and took a deep breath. Sometimes it felt like winter was neverending in Linkon, but you could finally feel the tension of the gripping cold that had settled in your bones start to slowly bleed from you.
After getting comfortable, you finally pulled out your phone, and quickly found your brunch 'date's' contact info, sending him the customary "Get up it's people watching hour" text.
[Hey Xav, you up? I'm already on my balcony?]
It doesn't take long for his reply. This has been your weekly tradition for a few months now. Ever since you had both just so happened to see that kid getting dragged down the street by the monstrous hound, it had become something of a... habit for the two of you to text each other the funny happenings on your street when you were home. Not that either of you were particularly prone to gossip, but the simple domesticity of it was oddly comforting after a long week of getting slogged on by wanderers.
[Yeah I'm up. Give me a sec]
The soft ping of your notification broke the peace, followed shortly by the shuffling of his patio door sliding open from above you. Sure, you could simply call out and greet him, as the acoustics out here are great and the soundproofing is atrocious, but the silence is cozy, and the atmosphere almost feels magical. This is your ritual, after all.
It's a bit like a storybook scene, you think, the two of you sharing a moment in time together yet still separated by some outside force. Maybe it was silly, but the fabricated longing almost made it feel romantic in a way that you're sure your neighbor would find ridiculous.
When you hear his footsteps above you come to a halt, you immediately notice something in particular is missing, however.
[You forgot your coffee Xav. Are you gonna be able to stay awake?]
[How could U tell?]
[I didn't smell any burning 🤭🔥]
He doesn't reply, but you can hear the huff he makes over the railing as his footsteps retreat, fading behind the sliding door once again. You don't even try to hold back the laughter his reaction elicits from you, hopeful the concrete carries it to him easily.
When he finally does reemerge, faint smell of bitter charred beans on the wind, his phone is already buzzing with the morning's newest additions to your people watching portfolios.
An older man you'd long ago dubbed "Green Thumb" who liked to frequent the flower garden outside your apartment complex was already taking photos of the new stargazer lily blossoms that had just opened this morning. So enamored by the vibrant petals, he didn't even seem to notice the couple he'd backed into who'd happened to spill their groceries all over the sidewalk. You heard Xavier call "Watch out!" From above you when he'd recognized the impending impact, but at your distance, it was no use.
[That was nice of you Xav. Too bad it didn't help 🫠]
[I can't believe they didn't see Green Thumb. He was so hard to miss. Even when Ur distracted U still see better]
[HEY! I'm not the one who sleep walks! 💀]
[And yet I'm always there to guard Ur back partner]
He's right of course, though you're not going to tell him. Xavier likes to play the part of a soft and harmless little thing, but it doesn't take much to stoke the hunter into burning hotter than you intended. His evol might be light, but you know better than anyone that light, under careful concentration, can start a blazing fire if you're not mindful. His teasing isn't ever harmful though, so instead you decide to simply poke the bear.
[Only because I'm starting to suspect you like it back there]
The distinct sound of a phone accidentally hitting the concrete marks the end of that thread.
Its not long before another of your regulars, pair of young kids Xavier had called the Trouble Twins arrived on scene. Aptly named for the number of times their poor mother has chastised them for chasing the ducks and picking the flowers, the siblings were quite the rambunctious duo. Today they seem to be a few steps ahead of their vigilant mother, rushing into the park with high-pitched hollers and improvised swords made of small branches they'd found. Today's unfortunate conquest seemed to be the pigeons that were being fed by the local grannies.
[They look like a pair of knights today don't they?]
[Knights? Don't knights usually protect people?]
[Maybe they're protecting us from the pigeons]
[Xavier those old ladies look pretty mad idk. That one even tried to chase the boy and almost caught him!]
The pause in messages was punctuated by his soft laughter above you, carried on the spring breeze. It was so warm, so genuine, so comfortable. You didn't need a mirror to feel the heat bloom in your cheeks; the overwhelming sensation of ardor flooding you at the the very sound.
[You're right. He needs more training. A good Knight should never be caught by an old lady]
[.... I don't think that's the message here Xav]
The rest of your morning goes back and forth like this for another hour. Watching your favorite people pass by, concocting new and interesting stories for them as they pass your balconies. Xavier has very interesting and oddly insightful opinions on those around him, considering you don't really recall seeing him with many friends. None the less, his company and companionship on your balconies has easily become your favorite part of the week. The only noises between you are the laughter that passes back and forth as the texts volley from one to another.
Finally, as the afternoon sun starts to become an uncomfortable heat, your phone chimes once more.
[I'm getting kind of hungry]
[Oh good. You're warning me this time. Thanks!]
[What?]
[No. I was going to ask if U wanted to go to lunch. With me, I mean?]
And just like that, the storybook was snapping shut. No longer a fragment lost in time where two people gazed at the same scene together from two separate places, but a tangible moment you could step into. Something intimate and real.
Perhaps you stayed in this thought a moment too long, or your silence below him made him second guess himself, as the chime of your phone snapped you out of your daze again.
[I didn't mean to impose if U have plans]
[I know it's Ur day off too]
Fumbling with the suddenly slippery device, softly cursing, and praying he didn't hear, you quickly hammer out the only thing that's been playing in your head on repeat-
[Yes absolutely! I'd love to grab some lunch I'm starving]
[Meet me downstairs in 30?]
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