The Hit List

Drew Adelio. 26. Agent.

[katty-priel-blog]

Maybe They'll Leave You Alone, But Not Me || Katty & Drew [Past Para]

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Katty froze the minute she saw the red head in her view. She could see Matt at the table, talking and likely waiting for her to show up, but thankfully he hadn’t seen her yet. Drew’s words were intimidating — to a point. There were many tactics this girl could use to bully people around her and the last thing Katty wanted was to give the girl a way in, a way to find what annoyed her most. Katty loved biology, but her grades in chemistry failed to move her into the biochemical fast track to get an internship. Instead, her career interests had been shifted to interrogation and gang infiltration. Rather than let Drew get under her skin, Katty treated it like a game.

A smile spread across her face, tight, but there. “Sure, let’s go over there. I was going to sit by myself anyway, so having a friend sounds great.” The words were strained and an edge of sarcasm had started to creep in partway through her reply. She shrugged off the mediocre acting attempt, she made her way over to the table Drew had pointed out. Katty sat down and put her tray in front of herself. “You wanna plan a sleepover? Since I know you were wondering, I prefer painting nails to braiding hair.” She grinned before putting a forkful of lettuce in her mouth.

[adelioadios]

Painting nails? Drew wanted to dig her nails into the girl's eyes and gouge them out, she could almost see the optic nerves dangling from her fist. "What I want is for you to know your place." she bit, sitting across from the girl and crossing her legs. She felt like a parent scolding her child after they had embarrassed her in front of company. "Chemistry, cross-examination, and criminal psychology are A tracks. You do not belong in these classes, but for some reason the powers that be have decided you do. In order for you to survive until final exams, I suggest you accept your status as an underclassmen and treat your newfound peers with the utmost respect or you may not live to see midterms." She placed heavy emphasis on the word live, knowing that "accidents" often happened to new students who upset the balance of classroom politics. "That being said, I've come to offer you an olive branch." Drew peered down her nose at Katty, eyeing her as if she were nothing more than a smear of fecal matter on the bottom of someone's shoe. "Believe me when I say it's better to have me as a friend and not an enemy."

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Maybe They'll Leave You Alone, But Not Me || Katty & Drew [Past Para]

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The minute Drew’s hand shot out, Katty knew she needed to move, but it wasn’t fast enough. The flame shot out along with the sample spilling. She was able to cut off the gas in time to avoid minimal damage, though her pen was melted and the edges of her notebook had gotten browned. Everything about Drew was grating on Katty’s nerves, but she had no way to fix it. The way she miss-pronounced her name, her attitude, her expectations — They were all wrong. Katty angrily shrugged away from Drew’s touch and glared as she stood up. The teacher looked at her with a look and a shake of his head before continuing. Not wanting to appear weak, she observed the other table, standing as far away from her on the table as possible.

Katty sincerely hoped she didn’t share lunch with the red-head from hell, but it was only a wish. She got her food on her tray and smiled at the lunch room cashiers as she handed them her card. After a short conversation about the events in the woman’s morning, Katty smiled and moved on. She put her tray on her textbooks and left the kitchen, scanning the tables for Matt. When they made eye contact, she smiled and started making her way over to him. They had a lot to talk about with this new class.

[adelioadios]

Solitude was Drew's preferred lunch time scenario. She hated the other students, seeing them as brainless peons who were remarkably idiotic and uncouth. A chronic lunch skipper, she spent more time chatting up her teachers, brown nosing her way into extra points, or reading everything she could get her hands on in the library to maintain an edge up on her classmates. Rarely did she stay from her routine. Someone or something had to be awfully interesting for her to pass the library and keep walking toward the cafeteria. 

"Ah, just the person I wanted to see." She stepped out in front of the girl, blocking her path with a cocky smile. "We are going to sit over there," she said, pointing to a table in a corner of the room, "And we are going to get to know each other." And by that, she meant she was going to terrorize the new girl into submission, letting her know just how much she did not belong in the Government's training program and how she would be better off doing something else with her time. "Or, we can always go sit with your friends. If you have any. I'm sure they won't mind meeting me. What do you think, Katie?"

[raygunresidue]

Nothing like a good standoff, eh?

You think I won’t shoot you?

[adelioadios]

I think you'll try. 

[raygunresidue]

I don’t care what kind of tree you offer me, lady.

I’d rather die.

[adelioadios]

Suit yourself. 

[katty-priel-blog]

Maybe They'll Leave You Alone, But Not Me || Katty & Drew [Past Para]

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Katty had her answer the minute Drew opened her mouth. “Right now you either don’t like chemistry or you’re lazy.” She knew the words were daring given she was talking to someone older in a class full of people this girl knew and Katty didn’t, but she took the risk anyway. No matter where their conversation would go, she was still focused on the chemistry equipment in front of her. 

"I’m sure you scare the people in here, but I don’t care." Katty was being much more snarky than she normally would, but this girl was annoying her by the second. "I’m here to learn. Don’t take it out on me."

[adelioadios]

Who did the new girl think she was? Had she not realized that forming tense relationships with her older classmates would be to her detriment? Drew almost pitied her, knowing that the girl was about to have the worst school year she'd ever experienced. Almost being the keyword, because most of the girl's bullying was going to be done by Drew herself. There was a status quo to maintain, a hierarchy to be respected. Skipping a few grades did not change one's social rank.

Calmly deciding that Katty was nothing more than a plaything, Drew reached out and tipped the bunsen burner over, crucible and all. "Sir!" she cried out, catching the attention of the lab instructor. "Kassy just wasted our sample!" The wrinkles on the man's forehead deepened and he let out a few choice words before telling the two girls that there was not enough time for them to start over and that they needed to watch the pair of students the next table over. Drew rose from her seat with a satisfied smile and patted Katty on the back. "I'll see you at lunch." 

[raygunresidue]

[Keeps his rifle trained on her from the moment he spots movement, aim following her steadily]

That’d be great – I’m a little tired, honestly. Why don’t you kill yourself and I can walk away from here?

[adelioadios]

I'm offering you the olive branch, the least you could do is consider my proposal before letting your condescending nature take over. 

[raygunresidue]

Shit.

Right. I forgot about that other stuff.

[adelioadios]

[Steps out from where she was hiding] Aren't you tired of running, Garrett?

I can help you. 

[raygunresidue]

This is a bit much just for trespassing, don’t you think, agent?

[adelioadios]

Possession of a deadly weapon, trespassing, and the assault and possible murder of a Government agent? Bit much for nice evening out, don't you think?

[raygunresidue]

[Exits the building and makes a run for it, stopping a few blocks away to check if he’s still being tailed]

[adelioadios]

[Waits for a few minutes before following her mark]

[raygunresidue]

[Knocks his elbow against the wall behind him, intending to attract attention. Waits for the agent to come through the door] Boo.

[Shoots him, then leaves the room and makes for the exit]

[adelioadios]

[Grumbles under her breath] If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. 

[Heads toward the exit]

[raygunresidue]

[Hears footsteps ahead of him and slips into a room nearby, hiding behind the door]

[adelioadios]

"Unable to corner target. Visual lost." 

[Sighs] Why is this always so hard for you? You catch the suspect and then shoot him. It's so simple, yet you manage to fail at every opportunity. 

[raygunresidue]

I think I’ll take my chances.

[adelioadios]

[Presses the button on the comlink in her ear] Cecil. He's heading to the west exit. Neutralize the target immediately. 

[tango-iv]

This — It isn’t a weapon. 

It’s just a multipurpose tool driver, I swear. [holds it up] 

[adelioadios]

...Did I not just say to drop it? [Fires a warning shot]

[adelioadios]

Drop the weapon and back away slowly.

 If you're dumb enough to try to run from me, you deserve to get shot in the back. 

[dailyactress]

[adelioadios]

The Tie That Binds | Self Para

"Armed insurgents attempted to seize control of the territory's oil refinery in northeast Avalon today. Several of our city's finest assisted with the take down, giving aid to the agents already on the scene. Many of the-"

Drew shut the television off, returning the remote to its spot on the glass coffee table in front of her and staring at the black screen. She felt nothing. Each night was the same. She would eat a light dinner, watch the news to make sure it portrayed the day's events from the correct angle, stare at absolutely nothing for hours until she felt her body growing tired, and go to sleep. She was not bothered by the fact that she'd never been invited to another agent's home for dinner or that her apartment stayed as empty as Battery City's streets on a night when the patrols did their jobs properly. What gently gnawed at her thoughts, sometimes keeping her up at night, was that she was not bothered by these instances. Why didn't it affect her?

Every agent experienced a sort of emotional reverberation to their training. Drew's was the dull echo of emptiness in place of real emotions. A proper agent discovers their strengths and weaknesses, learning which to hone and use to their advantage and which needed improvement. Drew's aptitude for distancing herself from her emotions made it easy to endure the mental portion of her training. She had no hesitation when it came to executing children in simulations. There were no complaints when her first assignment was to kill an elderly man suspected of housing runaway homosexual youths. She was praised for these acts. Yet when she shot her brother point blank, her parents were horrified and several of her fellow agents avoided her out of fear. She felt rightly justified, never having cared for the boy since his birth and seeing his criminal acts as proof that he was worthless to the family name. Though she was well within the bounds of duty, it took her parents years to look her in the eye or even speak to her, sorrow clinging to them like wet clothes.  

Closing her eyes, Drew recreated the scene as she had done a thousand times. Jeremy stood before her, blood streaking down his face, mixing with the sand that clung to his sweat. Behind him was a scene of pure chaos as agents mercilessly took down gang member after gang member, some putting up a decent fight, but a good number falling prey to the Government's newest technology. He never said a word. He just watched Drew's finger curl around the trigger and met her gaze, pathetic green eyes looking at her with a mixture of fear and knowing. Jeremy knew his sister was about to kill him. It wasn't until that precise moment that she realized he knew she'd hated him all of his life...and she was glad. She pulled the trigger and watched him fall, his eyes never leaving hers even as his body twitched then stilled. She felt nothing. The target had been neutralized and it was time to move on. Was she supposed to be conflicted? He was her only sibling, her flesh and blood, and she'd just killed him without a moment's hesitation. Opening her eyes and pushing the scene away from her focus, she stared at the blank screen in front of her. She felt nothing.

[trysten-bradley-deactivated2014]

[continues walking silently with Drew to the meeting room]

[adelioadios]

[Matches his silence and walks ahead of him] 

[Stops short of the conference room] Once we go past these doors, I will assist the board in picking you apart. Every little mistake, every flaw - we will want an explanation. If you're not prepared for that go back to the barracks and away orders.