#1-- Attack on Frost Enterprises

Attack on Frost Enterprises
Part Five


Adrienne scoffed at the mere idea. “Around here? Surely not. There is nothing but street trash and whores running amidst. And is it not our job to rid the world of this horrid infestation?” She winked and thanked the barmen when her drink was brought to her. “Finally. Do these servants not recognize their proper alpha?” A pause and, remembering that she was merely third in command – Victor the alpha, then Jarred was above her – she corrected herself. “Well… beta-alpha, anyway.”

It was not Jared's imagination, for Adrienne truly seemed slightly less bitchy than usual. A good meal did that to her, and being near-starvation dampened her mood considerably. While she could still eat normal, human food, she’s learned that it did not contain her hunger any more. She needed gushing blood, raw meat, screams of pain, death and destruction.

She drank a bit of the Bloody Mary, considering the taste. Tolerable, spicy, but a mere appetizer in comparison; she liked the name, though.

“Is it almost time to go? The longer we remain around here, the less tolerable the human filth is becoming. I vote burning the whole place down, but such is not my decision, obviously.”

Idly, she wondered if, one, the bum had been drunk and, two, if it was somehow affecting her.

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Jared quirked a brow at Adrienne’s newly acquired talkative nature. “Yes it is getting a little crowded in here,” he started, gazing up at the low ceiling a little nervously. He never did like being in one place too long… The walls and ceiling always seemed to be shrinking around you. “And no, we can’t burn it. I’m getting the feeling the boss-man likes it here.” A pause and then, “And it really isn’t so bad. I’ve been in worse shit-holes.”

Pushing away his empty glass as if pushing away the temptation to get more thoroughly hammered (nailed, ect…), Jared began playing with the rolled up straw paper, flicking it in Adrienne’s direction with a laugh. “You seem a lot more, well, human… How many whores did you eat? And you should probably watch what you catch from them…” He wrinkled his nose and shot another, this one missing its goal and flying somewhere beyond her left shoulder.

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?An angel with claustrophobia?? She asked with a quirked brow of her own. ?That?s a new one.? She had to agree with him, however, and undoubtedly both were longing for the open skies. Suddenly, and completely out of nowhere, she had the thought: ?I get along with neither of them, yet I share a common bond with both?? What caused that bit of introspectiveness? She did not like it. Once more she wondered at the bum?s state of sobriety? or his former state, that is.

A stray piece of paper bouncing off her arm brought her back to her senses and she watched the paper fall to the seat. She flicked it away, and then turned her eyes back to Jared. A frown creased her lips, and an annoyed slant narrowed her eyes.

?I must correct you in that I am not human, at least not entirely. In regards to my conversational nature, yes, that tends to happen after a good meal. You try starving for a week and see how chipper you are by its end. And, to correct you, I did not feast on any of the whores outside, though I could?ve. I chose, instead, a pathetic lowlife of the streets, one who meant nothing to anyone.?

Her gaze followed the second stray paper, then returned to Jared. The irritation from before was gone, replaced with a wry grin. Below the table, her hand eased along her leg slowly. ?If you keep throwing things like that, I will have to?? She stopped suddenly and flung out her hand in an almost cartoony fashion. Embedded in the seat just to the right of Jared?s wing was her dagger, only a hair?s breath away from puncturing the wing. ?? retaliate.?

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His irritation and righteous anger flew up at once, but he fought for calm. It wouldn’t do well for him to lose his temper just as Creed was exiting the bathroom and cause a scene that their leader would blame solely on him. No, best to wait until the she-bitch weren’t looking and flick a grenade at her damn head!! ‘Calm down,’ he soothed himself and decided to just send daggers at Adrienne. “Woman, if you truly did try to slice up my wing there would be no place for you to run to. I’m a rich little boy with a lot of connections.” He reached up and tugged the blade from his seat, thinking smugly, ‘And Creed would fuck you up for taking out one of his minions- no matter how much he claims to not need us’. He tossed it back to her on the tabletop, letting it skid almost to the end, and feigned a smile, the cold look never leaving his eyes. Cut his chest, bruise his eye, break his leg- but do not touch the wings. Ever. Or this angel would bring heel upon that imbecile of a thing.

“And I am not claustrophobic. A slight case of ADD, maybe, but I do not own any pills for claustrophobia or any other mental illness.” Jared rapped his knuckles on the tabletop impatiently and spotted Creed exiting the bathroom, then turned back to Adrienne. “Your parents were humans, yes? Then by the basic principles of breeding you are a human. It’s science.” He said all of this as if they were talking about something so simple and basic as apples and tomatoes.

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Adrienne rolled her eyes with a sighing scoff, returning the cold gaze fully. As she returned her dagger to its sheath – never taking her eyes from Jared’s – she spoke. “Darling, if I had intended to harm you, do not think I would’ve missed. You flung your papers, I used my dagger; it is the same concept.” His point had been made, the rules of teasing set in place. Nothing touched his wings… she understood and had not a problem with it.

“Nor did I mean to imply,” she continued, “that you had any sort of mental illness. In fact, I think of ‘claustrophobia’ as more of an instinctive fear than an illness.” Out of the corner of eye, she also noticed Creed returning to them. Only then did she think how foolish her earlier feast might’ve been. The scent of blood to one as Creed had the same effect as offering a bleeding wound to a great white shark. She could only hope he would not be affected.

Concerning Jared’s last comment, she did not acknowledge it in the slightest. Her past was as off-limits for conversation as his wings were to playing.

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Leaning back into his seat, Jared ran a hand through his hair. The limits had been established, which was good- they needed those to work together. “My ‘paper balls’ do not cut into seat covers, no matter how worn the pleather may be…” But now his voice held a sort of joking tone to it. He could admit when he was wrong and back off from a fight just as easily as the next guy, but his wings were the only things he valued in this life and if he ever lost them or damaged one and was unable to fly… Well, god help the poor soul who did it.

“I suppose you feel it too then? The suffocating of being indoors. It’s not so bad for me, because I’ve always been in and out so often, but after long periods of time…” He shrugged it off and gave her a small smile. Not friendly, but not murderous anymore.

-

Partners though they may be, they were far from comfortable with one another. She’d not worked with him too often in the past, and when she had, the experience was not too memorable. So, technically, they were still on the ‘getting established’ terms of a working relationship. She was thankful they silently understood one another about the proper limits.

She nodded in response to his comment continuing the discussion of claustrophobia; the prior one, which he sort-of admitted defeat, need not be continued. “Indeed. Mine is more of an internal thing, however; staying too long in any shape is maddening to me, bringing about the sense of claustrophobia. Being in a place like this only enhances it.” She smiled, the expression at attempt at being friendly. “Metaphorically, my wings crave the open air.”

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“Alright love birds, let’s get going.” Even if he had wanted to, Creed couldn’t put off butting into their almost friendly conversation, hell he almost jumped in when the knife came into play, but managed to hang back and see how it all panned out. He didn’t want them to be friends, no, friendships lead to mutiny, but they did have to work together. He had stopped at the bar already, picking up the poor saps credit card that he had given the girl and was now on his way to the door, leaving them behind if they didn’t move their asses.

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“Love birds? Hardly. I’ve not yet changed into my bird shift.” She responded mischievously as Creed walked on. Leaping into a crouch atop the seat, she flipped over the back of the booth, snatching up her jacket as she went. Adri put it on as she followed their leader.

‘Flying would be a faster means of transportation,’ she thought to herself, though realizing that would mean leaving Creed behind, which he surely would not like. Yet, if she were to get inside somehow, she could acquire a guard’s dna – and his clothes – and let the boys in. Yet it was not up to her to plan things, only follow. “So. How are we to do this?” She inquired quietly, the mask of cool neutrality firmly back in place. Right now, nothing mattered except this mission, and it showed in her soldier-like attitude. What Creed ordered, she would do. Such is the hierarchy of this team.

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Jared smirked at her metaphor but before he could comment Creed had returned and he found the woman fleeting to the back of his mind. Of course, their ‘fearless leader’ always inspired this kind of reaction in him… Why, he didn’t know. Perhaps it is what some would call a ‘blind following’? Or maybe just an ‘awesome presence’- or some might even go as far as to say… ADD? And then he was jumping up from the suddenly very comfy booth seat. He trailed along behind the two, stuffing his hands inside his brown trench coat and kicking at a few stray rocks that were innocently in his way on the sidewalk. Catching her words, Jared looked up from his fun and made sure to pay attention, more than a little curious as to their great break-in strategy. “We are all a quiver with curiosity, me lord.”

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“Animal farm here gets to turn into a little birdie and fly in through an air vent, take out the lone security guard and open the doors, after turning off the alarms and cameras. Then she stands guard and we go in.” he motioned to Jared, it would have been faster on his own, but he wanted to keep Jared close incase anything happened, he could take off with the disks leaving Creed to fight his way out without the trivial worry of distorting a fragile information disk. He stopped as he approached a huge, silvery building sporting a single F as it’s logo, “let’s go bird girl, up and at ‘em.”

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Jared looked up at the tall building with a raised brow and a low whistle. “Well damn you know how to pick ‘em.” He turned and gave Adrienne a mock salute before noticing the people around them. “But as cool as it’d be to watch these people freak, where should she go to change?” Jared looked over his shoulder at Creed, a slight blush coloring his cheeks, but that was from the heat and not the little tingly feeling he was getting more and more lately. But he pushed that out of his head for now and looked expectantly at their leader and then gave a big smirk as inspiration struck. “Want me to throw her up and see if she catches a thermal?”


A/N: Part five- END! BWAHAHAHAHA! Go now to part six!