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thewailer:

Root had such a skilled way of convincing the redhead. But this time she crossed her arms over her chest and pushed back. “ I want a raise ”

Root considers her for a few long moments, before turning to her laptop. She clicks away for a while on the keyboard, before looking back up. “If you get it done, I will pay off half your debt.” 

#thewailer #v: just another kind of business

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She thinks about it for a moment, while the machine is silently calculating. IT would be a shame to come here for nothing, she would have to ditch this identity afterwards. “I guess no killing then.” She replies as the machine urges her not to leave just yet. 

“I could use some protection. And maybe a theft or two?” That happened regularly by now, there was always something needed for the next step in the plan. “You should be able to at least intimidate some people, no?” 

My enemy’s enemy...

just-badcode:

She lets them discuss it between them, helping herself to a piece of the pizza in the meantime. With how hectic her schedule had been lately, she couldn’t waste the opportunity for a quick dinner. 

“Nothing much really. We’re gonna blow some things up, save some people, maybe kill some others, save some more people.” She counts off after having finished eating. “It’s all for the greater good, I promise.” Root explains with a bright grin. 

“No deal.” Nine firmly denied without a second thought. “If you really did your research on us then you know that there wasn’t a single casualty in our terrorist attacks back in Japan, and it’s going to stay that way. We’ll take our chances with being hunted down thank you very much.”

Twelve of course agreed with him, but held his silence as he scooped up a slice of pizza and occupied himself with munching on it. 

#enforcersnineandtwelve #enforcersnineandtwelve:doubletrouble

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swcrdiisms:

      he feels bad for snapping at her when she asks about stiles. of coursehe       isn’t surprised that she knows about them; if perri hasn’t told her, she’s no       doubt dug into both their digital footprints. stiles, he imagines, is the       secretive type, but he himself is a man that has come to rely on social       media to help market himself. he’s probably got more than a few nudes       floating around the web. god, he hopes she hasn’t seen those. ❝ yeah…       yeah, he’s fine. a little torn up… okay, a lot torn up, but he’s okay. he’s on       the mend, slowly. ❞

Root likes Michael. And because Root isn’t the normal kind of friend,  she had stalked the hell out of him after their first few meetings. She  knew more about his private life than the guy would probably  like. But she wasn’t planning on doing anything with that information in the near future. As long Michael didn’t force her hand. 

“Glad to hear it. He does good work. “ She replies blandly, it’s all she officially knows about the guy after all. “Are yu - “  She stops for a few moments to suppress a yawn “ Are you  alright?” 

#swcrdiisms #v: just another kind of business

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It hadn’t felt good when she was a kid, but by the time her father had taken her in Sam didn’t really care about adults anymore. Machines were easier than people, and her peers were easier to predict than those that called themselves grown ups. She had learnt to smile for the crowds and that was all that mattered to her father anyways. 

“He is not a bad father. Just never loved my mother.” She offers off handedly as she steps out of the car, sending the other a soft smile the likes she didn’t share with anyone usually. Maybe the man wasn’t half bad. She didnt mind the cursing for sure, or the direct way he spoke to her. It was nice really. 

Quickly she takes her handbag and makes her way towards customs, head held high as she passes people staring and making pictures. 

On Guard

#v: personal burden #wavexrider

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enforcers-nine-and-twelve:

While Nine cursed under his breath Twelve could only sigh at their own carelessness…Assuming this lady was telling the truth after all.

“Told you we should’ve gone right for Iceland.” He muttered in their native tongue, poking his head around Nine to curiously eye the pizza box. 

“And just what is it that you’re asking from us?” Nine demanded, continuing to fearlessly stare her down weapon be damned. 

She lets them discuss it between them, helping herself to a piece of the pizza in the meantime. With how hectic her schedule had been lately, she couldn’t waste the opportunity for a quick dinner. 

“Nothing much really. We’re gonna blow some things up, save some people, maybe kill some others, save some more people.” She counts off after having finished eating. “It’s all for the greater good, I promise.” Root explains with a bright grin. 

My enemy’s enemy...

#enforcersnineandtwelve #enforcersnineandtwelve:doubletrouble

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swcrdiisms:

      he knows it’s just stress that’s made her snap at him. knows he should       just let it go, make up some excuse to hang up, but he can’t. tensions       are running high all round, and being snapped at raises his hackles like       some wild animal. sets off that defensive side of him that isn’t the       michael di angelo that everyone knows, but the version of himself that       he’s made over the years for situations like this; the version of himself       that’s got a bit of bitch in him. ❝ you aren’t the only one that lost people,       root. i don’t even know if anyone’s running the hales right now. so if       you need someone to snap and bitch at, honey, i’m not that person. ❞

She does keep silent for a while then, frantically thinking. She had already gathered as much data as she could about all the victims, hacking through hospital and police firewalls alike. “Okay, just give me a moment. “ She mumbles  into the phone, connecting it to the bluetooth headset in her ear.  She searches through her lists slowly, counting under her breath.

 “Well, you are not all dead, darling. “ She mumbles, looking through  some more records. “Perri will be out in a couple of days, so your  leader will be back up soon. A few others survived, but you lost just  as much as the rest of us. Most of the leaders made it out alive  though, from what I’ve heard. Your boyfriend alright?”  She had him as alive somewhere, but the name meant nothing  to her besides his attachment to Michael. He was an independent  after all. 

#swcrdiisms #v: just another kind of business

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wavexrider:

Hopefully the atmosphere would change when they were on their flight. He really didn’t want any animosity between each other, their trip should go smoothly without any fighting or bickering. Thomas would have to work better at his snarky side. 

Thomas thanked the staff for helping him put their luggage in the car. He got in the driver’s seat and took off towards the airport where a private jet was waiting for them. “How is it? Being the president’s daughter and all?” Thomas asked curiously to break the tension between them. 

Root said goodbye to all the staff there, always having gotten along well with them. It was the best way to live in this house, where everyone else was constantly coming and going. This was already her fathers second term, so she had spent years of her life in this house. 

When they are far away from the house, she relaxes, one hand running through her hair. “My father didn’t want me, he pretended I didn’t exist. But then my mother got sick, and ignoring me would have meant bad press as he was just starting in politics. So he was so nice and took me in. “ Of course their relationship had gotten better over the years, but as she grew older, she felt that there would always e a certain distance between them. 

On Guard

#wavexrider:thomas #wavexrider #v: personal burden

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thewailer:

Lydia hissed a breath between her pursed lips. This wasn’t what she had signed up for. This was forgery. But was she really prepared to give up the money? “FINE” a finger was raised at the female in front of her. “Fine but I’m not makin’ any promises. I’ll try”

Root knew this wasn’t what Lydia wanted to do. But this wasn’t what Root wanted to be doing either, and still they were both here. Life was tough. She smiles to herself, nodding at the woman in front of her. “That’s all I am asking, dear Miss Martin.” 

#thewailer #v: just another kind of business

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(ill be here tomorrow at the latest. Promise.) 

#meh meh talking

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Starter call for the group verse. 

#gv; on a mission #gv.the world is yours

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Root had the same thought before, and so many more like it. For the last hours she has done nothing but  worrying and she isn’t used to this. It has her tired and ready to snap at just everyone. Maybe shoot someone  too if that would fix anything. 

She scoffs at his words, telling herself that really,  she isn’t worried at all. “ Michael, my best friend and brother got put in a coma only a short while ago,  now at least ten of my members are dead, more  hurt and I am the head of an already shaking mafia.  I have no time nor energy to worry about her.  I spent all the time at her bedside delegating. “ 

And yeah so maybe she had been there  until they threw her out. She had made sure Nobody would recognize her. 

just-badcode:

She sighs, dropping down onto the couch and kicking her shoes off her feet. That alone was a nice feeling.  “Nothing permanent, no. They didnt give me too much  information, but in their patient files they marked a  head wound and abbreviations. Nothing too worrying.” 

      ❝ worrying enough to put her in a coma, though. ❞ he doubts perri       hale’s going to let a little explosion be the end of her, but even so,       it’s still concerning. sure he’s worried about her, but he’s worried       about her branch of the mafia as well. if the hales go under in her       absence, he’s not sure he could bring himself to beg one of the       other families for a chance to switch sides. not out of pride or loyalty       to the hales ( hell, he’d probably sell perri herself out for the right       price ) but out of pure morality; he wanted to make the world a       better place once, he can’t push drugs or sell guns to idiots. ❝ how       are you holding up? i know you and her are… close. ❞

#justbadcode #v: just another kind of business

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wavexrider:

Thomas thought this would be a good opportunity to make a friend and get to know Sam while traveling but nooo. The attitude brought his mood down a little bit. This exciting assignment turned into a dull task very quickly. He still had to hold his head up high and do what he was told for the sake of the First Family and his job.

“I’m a good driver. I have a younger brother and I treated him like precious cargo. I think I was probably practicing for this job.” Thomas opened the door for Sam and hurried down to open the car door for her as well. Personal servant and a bodyguard should be added to his resume. “What time is the flight?”

She listens to what he says, but again doesn't comment, instead filing it away for later. By now she just wants to get on the flight before her father changes his mind. It wouldn’t be the first time. Now and then she felt like he was more focused on what she was doing with her life than his job as the president. 

They are at the car quickly, where staff is already there to put everything into the trunk and make sure that nothing was left behind. She nods at him, and slips away to say goodbye to her father, who was standing at the door. 

It only lasts a few minutes, before she takes her seat in the back of the car, ready to leave. 

On Guard

#wavexrider #wavexrider:thomas

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thewailer:

@just-badcode liked this for a random gv starter.

                     “You’re not even listening to me! It categorically CANNOT be done. I can’t make it happen” 

“You don’t have to make it possible. You just have to make it look as if it is. I thought that would be within your ability.” 

#thewailer #v: just another kind of business

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enforcers-nine-and-twelve:

Nine was quietly breezing through his college math homework that evening, while Twelve was lazily on the couch with his hand held. All was well with the two boys until the door swung open and the armed stranger strolled right on in. 

Cursing under his breath Nine yanked Twelve behind him protectively, glancing at the locked drawer that held his gun. He was smart enough to know that going for it would be suicide in this situation.

“Who are you and what do you want?” He demanded, silently wondering if the government had found them already.

She doesn’t bother to answer for now, instead walking up to the couch table so she could deposit the pizza carton on it. Then she sits, weapon still aimed at the two of them. 

“I am the one who got rid of the trackers someone put on you a week ago. I also made sure that no camera around or in the building works. “ She summarizes with a grin, leaning back in her seat. 

“I’ve been watching you, and you might be just what I need. Your payment is me keeping people off your tracks.”

My enemy’s enemy...

#enforcersnineandtwelve #v: tbd

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swcrdiisms:

      ❝ shit. ❞ he’d guessed things might be bad, a few broken bones       maybe, but he hadn’t guessed things would be that bad. and       double shit, with perri in a coma, who does that leave in charge       of the hales? shit, shit, shit, shit. ❝ is she okay otherwise?       i mean, things must be okay if they think she’s going to wake       up soon, right? ❞

She sighs, dropping down onto the couch and kicking her shoes off her feet. That alone was a nice feeling.  “Nothing permanent, no. They didnt give me too much  information, but in their patient files they marked a  head wound and abbreviations. Nothing too worrying.” 

#swcrdiisms

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formidabli:

      A face as made then. “ I will talk to him. I apologise if he had harmed you in any way. ” It was how he worked but not in these situations. With her comment, he chuckled and smiled once more. “ Oh, I am sure you do. ” A hand motioned her to come over and to sit. “ I hope you don’t mind me getting you a drink. And to start things out, my name is Thranduil Oropherion. ”      Shifting in his seat, he let his leg cross and hands rest on his lap. “ I will get right to the point. You’re an interesting woman and one I think would be perfect for a job I have. If, of course, you want to take it. ”

She takes the apology with a nod, watching the other for if he really meant it. With these kind of people most werent as good at hiding their thoughts and emotions as they thought. This one - this wasn’t a brute in front of her. This man was smart, and she didn’t want to underestimate her. 

“Usually people connect to me in less direct  means if they want me to do something for them. “ She remarks, nodding her head at him when he introduces himself. Root thought it was safe to assume he knew her name. “So what’s so special about this one, Mister Oropherion?” 

#formidabli #v: tbd

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hvisaeng:

Noah had only been gone for five minutes when he’d seen a flash and people started to scream. at first it was hard to see anything with all the smoke surrounding the area, but when it cleared enough for him to catch glimpse of BODIES…

his original plan of returning to the others was suddenly forgotten, just as his ability to properly respond to what happened. he was frozen in place, horrified and unable to get his legs working. things were falling everywhere and his inability to move put him at risk of being CRUSHED OR HIT by those things. but somehow he was unharmed.

he stayed that way for minutes or however long it had been until he regained motor skills, shifting through the rubble to get somewhere. anywhere that wasn’t there. if he’d been in his RIGHT MIND, he’d have gone looking for Adrien, but all thoughts were completely cleared from his mind. all he had was a loop of what he’d seen. 

at some point he fell, cracking his elbow on something, but was too DISTRACTED to notice. he was just trying to find somewhere SAFE. maybe it was a miracle Root found him at all, or maybe it was because he hadn’t moved very far from where he started out. footsteps seemed like yards; HE’D ONLY TAKEN FOUR.

dilated pupils shift towards the woman, a reaction processing but not the right one. one corner of his lips twitches before curling upward. 

Now that she was close enough she recognized the face. One of Perri’s. She could also see that the male seemed relatively unharmed, if not all there. Not that she could blame him, seeing the building fall in on itself like it had had left her shaken so much that she was still shivering. 

Still, that was no reason not to help where she could, even if it was just to get the guy in front of her somewhere safer. “Hey, hey - “ She has to think about it for a moment before the name comes to her. “ Noah, right? You need to get out of here, everything could still fall down on us. “ There were still pieces of wall and ceiling left standing, although not too many.

No one gets left behind || Noah & Root

#sorry its kinda shitty i know #hvisaeng #v: just another kind of business