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Part Three
Attack on Frost Enterprises
Part Three
“Didn’t think I had to tell you to keep your damned trap shut.” He growled, why did they always take turns pissing him off? “Guess I was wrong, so clamp it, bitch.” Creed was well passed pissed now, but luckily their stop came and he rose, giving no warning of his departure from the train and not stopping to wait, he walked out of the tunnel onto the busy street. They had a few hours to kill before it was time and he had the perfect place to wait. In complete silence, he made his way to a bar close by, a small whole in the wall run by a less than legal Mexican, and into the farthest corner’s booth.
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Sending the girl a sympathetic look, Jarred hurried after Creed, making sure to stay in the man’s wake again- traveling with the high paced boss was just easier when you didn’t have to fight through crowds, and Creed made more than enough room. He fell into step, once again his customary distance behind, and began lighting another camel almost as soon as they exited the train. He got through two quickly sucked down cigarettes before they arrived at the bar and Jarred lagged behind to stub out his smoke, holding open the door and letting Adrienne pass. Now following behind the two, he again sat beside Creed in the back of the grotesque bar, choosing to be closer to the slightly calmer feral than the cold woman, and began skimming the list of drinks. “You buying?” He asked conversationally, not really expecting an answer.
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Of all the places they could go… it had to be a bar. She did not fear them, nor their occupants, so much as loathe them beyond all reason. They are only two reasons for a woman to be in a bar dressed the way she is, neither of which pertained to Adrienne, yet both would she be mistaken for. She swore that if anyone called her a waitress or questioned how much she would do for a five, she would drag the poor unfortunate outside and tear him to shreds. Literally.
Was it Creed’s intent to purposefully humiliate her? Or perhaps she was meant to play the whore for information. Or maybe he simply wanted to get drunk (impossible) and she was reading too much into his thinking.
She walked inside, sitting in a corner of the booth where she could gain the most shadow. Unfortunately, it wasn’t much; there had to be a small lamp at every fucking table, didn’t there? Already she could feel the eyes of the drunks watching her, calculating if she was with the muscleman or the scrawnier sort and which one would they need to fight to claim her?
Closing her eyes, she lengthened her canines slightly, not even enough to notice with her mouth closed. She ran her tongue across them, the barest hint of a predatory smile present. She had a taste for blood and if any of these drunks wanted to know how much she would do for a five, she would gladly show them. Then rob their bloody corpses afterwards, of course.
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“Yeah.” Creed spoke to Jarred before turning to Adrienne, “calm your ass down, ain’t no one stupid enough to fuck with us, trust me.” he could feel her tension and it was dampening his renewing good mood. He waved at the barman and waited for a waitress to approach. “Give the kid what he wants, I’ll take a pitcher of bud.” He tossed the waitress a credit card and a few bucks, then turned back to Adrienne, “you drinkin’ anything, or is alcohol another of our bad habits you don’t indulge in?”
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Jarred smirked at this, momentarily forgetting about his unspoken truce with the animorph, but happy to be getting at least a few free drinks out of this assignment. Granted in California he had gotten drunk off his ass and was glad Creed had lent him a credit card, but this mission wouldn’t go too well if he got intoxicated and started proposing marriage to every man in the bar... “Bacardi and coke, miss,” Jarred winked at the waitress, who was probably old enough to be his mother, and leaned back, making himself comfortable. The place was mostly dark and the tables and booths separated enough to allow a private conversation, and really the people weren’t so bad, as long as you didn’t look at them; all in all this place was perfect to hole-out in until Creed set them into action.
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More than reassured, Adri was disappointed. Her predatory grin widened enough for the tips of her fangs to show, albeit briefly. As she spoke, they shortened to a normal size; the foolish cattle awaiting their order would not see them.
“Pity. I was looking forward to a warm, fresh meal.” Naturally, the waitress mistook Adrienne’s meaning, and began to mechanically list off the specials of the day. Her bored and exasperated tone annoyed Adrienne, and she cut the stupid woman off with a quick wave of her hand.
“What I want, you do not have, so I’ll take a glass of ice water.” She said curtly, dismissing the creature with her very tone.
The very idea that she should drink anything of the alcoholic sort was beyond comprehension. She would not dilute her mind or dull her reflexes in any way, despite the fact they had a few hours or more until the mission. She decided not to warrant Creed’s taunting question with a response.
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Creed laughed, he knew she wouldn’t drink anything, but still he liked pissing her off. He sighed as their drinks arrived and poured him self a glass of beer, downing it and pouring another. Not that it would affect him in any way, but he did like the bitter, sour taste, closest thing to blood one could get without ripping someone’s heart out. He spared one more look at Adrienne before looking away completely, turning to Jarred who always offered some sort of entertainment. “Don’t drink too much kid, ya ain’t got a healin’ factor and I need you in top condition.” He stated simply ordering another pitcher, apparently his had a hole in it.
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Jarred accepted his tall glass of bacardi (there was only a smidgen of a hint of coke towards the bottom) with a smile, letting the wizened old woman’s fingertips ghost over his before turning to pout at what Creed had said. He glared pointedly at the pitcher. “And what about you? All I have is this ‘kid sized’ cup and you’ve already gone through a keg!” Jarred was envious of Creed’s ability to drink three or four bars dry and never showing a hint of intoxication- but, that also meant that Creed didn’t get to feel the absence of himself. Getting drunk off your ass quickly helped in some cases…
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With a roll of her eyes, Adrienne commenced to ignore the men to the best of her ability. For now, they were as important as the flies buzzing about the seedy bar. Her eyes followed one such fly idly, debating if such a shift would be useful. It would, of course, but the loathsome nature of such a beast did not appeal to her. She prided herself on being a spy, an excellent one at that, but she would not degrade herself to an insect. At least with a snake – which was always frightening to shift to, as her legs and arms always withered first – she had the benefit of venom.
She wondered why this bar before their mission, but a glance about answered her question before it was spoken. This was the type of place where dirty dealings occurred, not too obvious yet… not too secret, either. With the right kind of money, or know-how, one could eavesdrop on any conversation. She could easily do so, but unless ordered, it was hardly worth her time.
With little else to do, her mind turned to the girl’s DNA she had acquired earlier this afternoon. Julia was her name, that much Adrienne knew, but what was she to Chance? After debating, she decided to question Creed on the matter.
“Julia, the girl that hangs around Chance… what is she to him?” Idly spoken, her eyes briefly meeting Victor’s before flitting away.
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“What’s it to you?” Creed asked suspiciously, he had told them that they had to meet Chance, but he said nothing of Julia and if she had gone behind his back… “What’s going on? Why you asking about her… she’s off limits.” He growled, turning all his attention on the girl next to him now. How he would love to just rip her head off and cut his losses right now, he knew Jarred and he could infiltrate Frost Enterprises without her help, but she would make it easier and quicker. “What ya been doin’ behind my back bitch?” His growl fell deadly low indicating exactly how pissed he was.
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Jarred looked back and forth between the two, barely able to hide his smirk. Finally the boss was pissed and the anger wasn’t directed at him! Thanking his five years of experience working with Creed for teaching him when to speak and when to shut it, he felt a little sympathy for Adrienne… However, every one of Creed’s subordinates had to learn this at some point. Of course that didn’t stop him from adding in his two cents now. “Perhaps she is like young Chance and is in love with the ghost girl?” Jarred supplied unhelpfully.
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Adrienne situated herself more comfortably on the seat as Creed raged, almost seeming to ignore him; she leaned back against the seat, spreading her arms out over the back, and crossing her legs in front of her. All the while she watched Creed as he spoke, listening with the dismissive air of a spoilt feline. A small smile accentuated her lips after Jarred spoke… really, his comment was far too amusing to ignore.
“I ask because, soon after meeting with Chance, she appeared. Because of it, Chance would not give up the information I was sent for. I’m supposed to meet him later tonight but… I suppose that shall have to be pushed back until morning. Anyway, as I flew out, one of my talons snatched up a hair from the girl. No harm was done to her, I assure you. The point is, I have the girl as a shift.” She shrugged. “Thought it might prove useful should the boy ever prove to be… uncooperative.”
She turned to Jarred. “Sorry to dampen your fantasies, but no. I do not toy with another’s property.”
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Creed snatched the girl by the front of her skintight suit and pulled her close so that their noses were touching. His growl was unmistakable as were the people fleeing from the bar to get away from him. “Chance is mine, got it, MINE!” his last word accentuated with a roar, he went on, “you touch him or his little girly friend and the mutts are dead. I deal with him, you just keep your mangy ass out of it, he ain’t your concern.” He threw her back hard on the bench causing her to almost go flying off the end. He spared her one more hard glare before turning to the barman once again and shaking his newly emptied pitcher at him. Maybe he would hunt down her mate later and make a coat out of him just to get his point across.
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Jarred couldn’t resist, the filter between his brain and mouth obviously broken. He was about to lean forward on the table and rest his chin against his upturned palm cutely, looking at her inquisitively. But Creed had reached over and grabbed Adrienne, heedless of their table, and Jarred was just able to grab his glass before the feral mutant knocked it over in his haste. “So much for not making a scene…” He murmured, but shut up quick when he saw that the look on Creed’s face had not lessened. While the bar man was scurrying off to get more beer he offered up his glass. “Bacardi?”
A/N: And that’s it for part three- join us next time for part four, in which Adrienne is long winded, Jared’s name is continually spelt wrong, and Creed pays! YAY!
Part Three
“Didn’t think I had to tell you to keep your damned trap shut.” He growled, why did they always take turns pissing him off? “Guess I was wrong, so clamp it, bitch.” Creed was well passed pissed now, but luckily their stop came and he rose, giving no warning of his departure from the train and not stopping to wait, he walked out of the tunnel onto the busy street. They had a few hours to kill before it was time and he had the perfect place to wait. In complete silence, he made his way to a bar close by, a small whole in the wall run by a less than legal Mexican, and into the farthest corner’s booth.
-
Sending the girl a sympathetic look, Jarred hurried after Creed, making sure to stay in the man’s wake again- traveling with the high paced boss was just easier when you didn’t have to fight through crowds, and Creed made more than enough room. He fell into step, once again his customary distance behind, and began lighting another camel almost as soon as they exited the train. He got through two quickly sucked down cigarettes before they arrived at the bar and Jarred lagged behind to stub out his smoke, holding open the door and letting Adrienne pass. Now following behind the two, he again sat beside Creed in the back of the grotesque bar, choosing to be closer to the slightly calmer feral than the cold woman, and began skimming the list of drinks. “You buying?” He asked conversationally, not really expecting an answer.
-
Of all the places they could go… it had to be a bar. She did not fear them, nor their occupants, so much as loathe them beyond all reason. They are only two reasons for a woman to be in a bar dressed the way she is, neither of which pertained to Adrienne, yet both would she be mistaken for. She swore that if anyone called her a waitress or questioned how much she would do for a five, she would drag the poor unfortunate outside and tear him to shreds. Literally.
Was it Creed’s intent to purposefully humiliate her? Or perhaps she was meant to play the whore for information. Or maybe he simply wanted to get drunk (impossible) and she was reading too much into his thinking.
She walked inside, sitting in a corner of the booth where she could gain the most shadow. Unfortunately, it wasn’t much; there had to be a small lamp at every fucking table, didn’t there? Already she could feel the eyes of the drunks watching her, calculating if she was with the muscleman or the scrawnier sort and which one would they need to fight to claim her?
Closing her eyes, she lengthened her canines slightly, not even enough to notice with her mouth closed. She ran her tongue across them, the barest hint of a predatory smile present. She had a taste for blood and if any of these drunks wanted to know how much she would do for a five, she would gladly show them. Then rob their bloody corpses afterwards, of course.
-
“Yeah.” Creed spoke to Jarred before turning to Adrienne, “calm your ass down, ain’t no one stupid enough to fuck with us, trust me.” he could feel her tension and it was dampening his renewing good mood. He waved at the barman and waited for a waitress to approach. “Give the kid what he wants, I’ll take a pitcher of bud.” He tossed the waitress a credit card and a few bucks, then turned back to Adrienne, “you drinkin’ anything, or is alcohol another of our bad habits you don’t indulge in?”
-
Jarred smirked at this, momentarily forgetting about his unspoken truce with the animorph, but happy to be getting at least a few free drinks out of this assignment. Granted in California he had gotten drunk off his ass and was glad Creed had lent him a credit card, but this mission wouldn’t go too well if he got intoxicated and started proposing marriage to every man in the bar... “Bacardi and coke, miss,” Jarred winked at the waitress, who was probably old enough to be his mother, and leaned back, making himself comfortable. The place was mostly dark and the tables and booths separated enough to allow a private conversation, and really the people weren’t so bad, as long as you didn’t look at them; all in all this place was perfect to hole-out in until Creed set them into action.
-
More than reassured, Adri was disappointed. Her predatory grin widened enough for the tips of her fangs to show, albeit briefly. As she spoke, they shortened to a normal size; the foolish cattle awaiting their order would not see them.
“Pity. I was looking forward to a warm, fresh meal.” Naturally, the waitress mistook Adrienne’s meaning, and began to mechanically list off the specials of the day. Her bored and exasperated tone annoyed Adrienne, and she cut the stupid woman off with a quick wave of her hand.
“What I want, you do not have, so I’ll take a glass of ice water.” She said curtly, dismissing the creature with her very tone.
The very idea that she should drink anything of the alcoholic sort was beyond comprehension. She would not dilute her mind or dull her reflexes in any way, despite the fact they had a few hours or more until the mission. She decided not to warrant Creed’s taunting question with a response.
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Creed laughed, he knew she wouldn’t drink anything, but still he liked pissing her off. He sighed as their drinks arrived and poured him self a glass of beer, downing it and pouring another. Not that it would affect him in any way, but he did like the bitter, sour taste, closest thing to blood one could get without ripping someone’s heart out. He spared one more look at Adrienne before looking away completely, turning to Jarred who always offered some sort of entertainment. “Don’t drink too much kid, ya ain’t got a healin’ factor and I need you in top condition.” He stated simply ordering another pitcher, apparently his had a hole in it.
-
Jarred accepted his tall glass of bacardi (there was only a smidgen of a hint of coke towards the bottom) with a smile, letting the wizened old woman’s fingertips ghost over his before turning to pout at what Creed had said. He glared pointedly at the pitcher. “And what about you? All I have is this ‘kid sized’ cup and you’ve already gone through a keg!” Jarred was envious of Creed’s ability to drink three or four bars dry and never showing a hint of intoxication- but, that also meant that Creed didn’t get to feel the absence of himself. Getting drunk off your ass quickly helped in some cases…
-
With a roll of her eyes, Adrienne commenced to ignore the men to the best of her ability. For now, they were as important as the flies buzzing about the seedy bar. Her eyes followed one such fly idly, debating if such a shift would be useful. It would, of course, but the loathsome nature of such a beast did not appeal to her. She prided herself on being a spy, an excellent one at that, but she would not degrade herself to an insect. At least with a snake – which was always frightening to shift to, as her legs and arms always withered first – she had the benefit of venom.
She wondered why this bar before their mission, but a glance about answered her question before it was spoken. This was the type of place where dirty dealings occurred, not too obvious yet… not too secret, either. With the right kind of money, or know-how, one could eavesdrop on any conversation. She could easily do so, but unless ordered, it was hardly worth her time.
With little else to do, her mind turned to the girl’s DNA she had acquired earlier this afternoon. Julia was her name, that much Adrienne knew, but what was she to Chance? After debating, she decided to question Creed on the matter.
“Julia, the girl that hangs around Chance… what is she to him?” Idly spoken, her eyes briefly meeting Victor’s before flitting away.
-
“What’s it to you?” Creed asked suspiciously, he had told them that they had to meet Chance, but he said nothing of Julia and if she had gone behind his back… “What’s going on? Why you asking about her… she’s off limits.” He growled, turning all his attention on the girl next to him now. How he would love to just rip her head off and cut his losses right now, he knew Jarred and he could infiltrate Frost Enterprises without her help, but she would make it easier and quicker. “What ya been doin’ behind my back bitch?” His growl fell deadly low indicating exactly how pissed he was.
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Jarred looked back and forth between the two, barely able to hide his smirk. Finally the boss was pissed and the anger wasn’t directed at him! Thanking his five years of experience working with Creed for teaching him when to speak and when to shut it, he felt a little sympathy for Adrienne… However, every one of Creed’s subordinates had to learn this at some point. Of course that didn’t stop him from adding in his two cents now. “Perhaps she is like young Chance and is in love with the ghost girl?” Jarred supplied unhelpfully.
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Adrienne situated herself more comfortably on the seat as Creed raged, almost seeming to ignore him; she leaned back against the seat, spreading her arms out over the back, and crossing her legs in front of her. All the while she watched Creed as he spoke, listening with the dismissive air of a spoilt feline. A small smile accentuated her lips after Jarred spoke… really, his comment was far too amusing to ignore.
“I ask because, soon after meeting with Chance, she appeared. Because of it, Chance would not give up the information I was sent for. I’m supposed to meet him later tonight but… I suppose that shall have to be pushed back until morning. Anyway, as I flew out, one of my talons snatched up a hair from the girl. No harm was done to her, I assure you. The point is, I have the girl as a shift.” She shrugged. “Thought it might prove useful should the boy ever prove to be… uncooperative.”
She turned to Jarred. “Sorry to dampen your fantasies, but no. I do not toy with another’s property.”
-
Creed snatched the girl by the front of her skintight suit and pulled her close so that their noses were touching. His growl was unmistakable as were the people fleeing from the bar to get away from him. “Chance is mine, got it, MINE!” his last word accentuated with a roar, he went on, “you touch him or his little girly friend and the mutts are dead. I deal with him, you just keep your mangy ass out of it, he ain’t your concern.” He threw her back hard on the bench causing her to almost go flying off the end. He spared her one more hard glare before turning to the barman once again and shaking his newly emptied pitcher at him. Maybe he would hunt down her mate later and make a coat out of him just to get his point across.
-
Jarred couldn’t resist, the filter between his brain and mouth obviously broken. He was about to lean forward on the table and rest his chin against his upturned palm cutely, looking at her inquisitively. But Creed had reached over and grabbed Adrienne, heedless of their table, and Jarred was just able to grab his glass before the feral mutant knocked it over in his haste. “So much for not making a scene…” He murmured, but shut up quick when he saw that the look on Creed’s face had not lessened. While the bar man was scurrying off to get more beer he offered up his glass. “Bacardi?”
A/N: And that’s it for part three- join us next time for part four, in which Adrienne is long winded, Jared’s name is continually spelt wrong, and Creed pays! YAY!