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Jane Colt (Yaël Tal) | XXXIII | Mercenary/Contract Killer ❝There's no redemption for me.❞

[jane-colt]

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Emma snorted a little and shook her head. “People with normal lives don’t end up in Division. That’s the point.” Though there were a few who beat those odds, she doubted that Jane was among that group. People don’t have her level of trust issues without something major happening in her life. “Yeah, I can tell,” she muttered, motioning to the gun she still had in her hand.

She sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. Everything in her bones was telling her that she would have better odds convincing literally anyone else except Jane and now she was in a precarious position. It annoyed her more than anything else that now she would have to deal with this woman, even if she didn’t agree to help.

Her mind was already going back to the drawing board, trying to figure out a way around her situation. She’s pretended to be a one woman army before. She had the skills and, in theory, the strategy. Nevermind that she tended to throw that strategy out the window the second she was actually in the situation. Still, she had a shot of doing it on her own. And besides, who needs people. She survived perfectly fine all this time on her own. She didn’t need Jane or anyone else to help her. Sure this man was completely terrifying and she definitely didn’t /want/ to face him on her own, but since when did she ever get what she wanted.

But then she saw Jane lower her gun and Emma felt the smallest tinge of hope. Which was squashed the second she started speaking. But she did lower her gun. With Jane, actions spoke louder than words and Emma had to give this one more shot. “I can show you the kids, if you don’t think I’m telling the truth.” Maybe it would take a little more than good will to get her to agree. She bit her tongue and sighed. “I have money you know. I’ll pay you for all of this. Think of this as another job if you want to, with a dash of good intentions and the betterment of children added in.”

A huff slipped from Yaël’s lips when Emma mentioned that she was able to pay her. She had no doubts that the other woman could live up to her word ––if she actually intended to do so which Yaël knew was a big if–– but it still posed the question just how she acquired the amount of money that would make Yaël even consider her proposition. “If? We both know that I can’t trust a thing you’re saying. But lucky for you, I believe your story. I just got one question …“ Yaël countered, looking mildly bored while her gun remained by her side. She trusted Emma to know that she’d have no qualms using it if the other decided to do anything stupid.

Despite being full of shit herself, Yaël was very much capable of looking past people’s lies. It came with the job that she once held before everything went down the drain, spending day in day out with people who didn’t want to tell her the truth. Yaël herself had learned from the best and the worst which was probably why she knew there was something off about what Emma told her. Like a puzzle with missing pieces … which Yaël was determined to find.

“Are you asking me for help to save those kids or rather your own ass? Something tells me that you’re in way deeper than you like to let on. And I’d hate to find out later that you haven’t been truthful with me. Because what’s worse than a thief is a liar.“ the brunette eventually added, raising her gun once again to let Emma know that she better spit out the truth or else Yaël would put a quick end to this conversation. And Emma. “I’m listening.“

[jane-colt]

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“Never,” she stated with certainty. “I was hoping a little that being among normal people softened your heart a little though.” She smirked at her and shrugged in an exaggerated manner. She knew Jane didn’t like the jokes and was usually a very serious, no nonsense person. It made it that much more fun to tease her a little. And she had no doubt that she would try stabbing her the first moment she got, but at this rate, she liked her odds with Jane than with them. Or rather–him.

God this woman was suspicious. It was exhausting just from their brief interaction. “Don’t be too shocked. I doubt you have many friends who give a shit where you’re at right now either.” Emma knew that trying to get her to trust her would be hard, but if she knew it would be this complicated, she would have tried looking for a different Division person to help. Hell, it wasn’t too late. Maybe that stupid fire kid was starting a wildfire in California.

“It’s not just about me. Listen, my only crime was trying to help a group of kids escape from an asshole who was using them and selling them off to dirty old perverts. And now he is after me and those kids. If I don’t get rid of them, they’re all as good as dead.” Maybe it was too much to assume that Jane had a heart still, but everyone liked kids right? At least to the point where you don’t want to put them through pain. And maybe she’ll actually buy the story. It was the truth after all, well half of it. The other half had to do with the very large diamonds she also brought from his private vault.

“You do realize that I had a normal life before Division, right? You really think the bunker made me the person I am now? There’s a reason I ended up in that ditch in the first place. The same applies to everyone else in there.” Yaël returned, still not moving from her spot as she watched Emma. “I hate to break it to you, but I haven’t gotten any softer.” Or stupider. Because to Yaël helping Emma wasn’t a matter of softness or empathy. She didn’t trust her, just like she’d never expect anyone to trust her, considering how and where they had all met.

“By choice.” the brunette simply said in response, wondering just how much patience she had left before she’d end this conversation, one way or another. She had made sure to cut all ties to Division ––with the exception of Adam, but he had disappeared–– and there was a reason for it. Lots of things could be said about Yaël but she wasn’t a nutcase, unlike some other recruits of Division, and while she didn’t fear them and had gotten used to watching her back 24/7, she still preferred to remain under the radar even if only not to attract any unwanted attention. Having Emma here, jeopardized her plans and she was well aware that letting her leave could pose a problem for Yaël.

Yaël had to admit that her words had some effect. She’d be lying if she claimed that she didn’t care about the wellbeing of children who had done nothing wrong but for maybe being born into horrible circumstances. She could empathize with that and in the back of her head she could hear Raquel’s voice, telling her that this was the first step to redemption. The problem was that Yaël didn’t care to redeem herself. Because once you achieved that you could only fall again. Right now, however, she had no expectations of the world and vice versa. Still, if Emma was telling the truth … Shouldn’t she care? Maybe. Probably. She knew Darcy would.

With a roll of her eyes she lowered her gun, safety still off just in case she had to react quickly. “I don’t see any kids. And I can say with certainty that I don’t give a fuck either. Now get out before I change my mind and shoot you after all.” Yaël finally said, breaking the silence after a while. Emma had already convinced her, but she knew how human trafficking worked and while Emma’s supposed interference would be a nuisance, it was just that. As sad as it was; children came by cheaply if you knew where to get them. Every human had a price tag attached to them and if you were born on the wrong part of the world, that price tag was alarmingly low. So while Yaël could believe that the traffickers weren’t too happy with her involvement, she doubted they’d get their hands dirty for a few kids. And while that thought alone made Yaël want to squeeze the life out of them all, she knew she first had to get behind what else it was that Emma had on them and that made them hunt her down.

[jane-colt]

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Jane had always been serious, but Emma assumed that it was the atmosphere that made her so and it wasn’t her default personality. Color her disappointed. Still, the woman she remembered was very good at what she did and that was the type of woman she needed right now. With a smile still on her face, she sat on the edge of the bed and rested her chin on her palm. “I’m here because I need your help. I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a pickle recently and I could really use the extra muscle.”

Emma had to remind herself that she shouldn’t be hurt at her insistence to keep the gun pointed at her. After all, she had always been mostly (sorta) harmless at her core and it was only recently that she taken the steps to really dip her hands in blood. “Would you believe that it was luck?” she asked her with a tilt of her head. “I was in the area a few months back and I saw you on a surveillance tape. I thought I’d say hi back then, but I was a little busy at the moment.” And by busy, she meant tossing a body into a very hot furnace. “And before you ask, I did get rid of the tape. You’re welcome.”

Now she really remembered why they hadn’t been particularly close while at Division. Still, she was the only one that she knew the location of–at least the only one she was willing to take down with her. “You can call me whatever you want. As long as you agree to help out. I mean, come on! It’s so boring here. Don’t you want a little excitement to spice up your incredibly ordinary life here?” She leaned closer to her, her mischievous smile clear on her face. “Wouldn’t it be fun to kill the man most people claim can’t be killed?”

“And when did I ever give you the impression that I’d help you?” Yaël asked even though she didn’t really care for her answer. During their time in the bunker, Yaël had made it clear more often than not that she cared for very few people. In fact, there had only been two. One of which she had ‘died’ for. That was about it … that’s how far her tolerance for people could stretch. Two people. Both of which were probably dead by now, considering that the government had been hellbent to erase every proof that Division had ever existed. Judging by the presence of the brunette, however, as well as her own, she assumed they hadn’t been very successful.

Interesting … “So, you’re the only one who knows I am here?” the older woman asked, an eyebrow raised in suspicion while she kept her gun on the intruder. She knew better than to trust a word this one was saying and yet she doubted it to cause any harm to get rid of her even if only to ensure that at least she wouldn’t cross her path ever again. She knew there was no such thing as luck. And if there was then Fortuna must have been pissing herself at how her life had turned out.

“I don’t have to agree to do shit.”Yaël said in return, Emma’s mischievous grin only making it clearer why she didn’t want to get involved with her. This one meant trouble. “And I have had enough excitement to last for several lifetimes. Find yourself another idiot who is willing to get themselves killed for you.” she added then, clenching her jaw as her gaze remained trained on the other girl. It would have been a lie to claim that she wasn’t the slightest bit intrigued, but unlike Emma, Yaël had learned from past mistakes, much more collected these days than she once used to be. When she did a job now, every little detail was planned, every possible scenario taken into account … She was done getting killed.

[jane-colt]

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Emma’s eyes roamed over her closet, seeing the rows of clothes as neat and tidy as the rest of her home. Though, there wasn’t much to make a mess with. Her own apartment was bare with what little she had being tossed around the floor and while Jane seemed to have little, at least she was clean. Her fingers brushed against her jackets, remembering the outfits that they were forced to wear in the confines of the Bunker. Had Jane always worn clothes like this or was it a more recent development?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the tell tale sound of a key in a lock. Leaving the closet, she plopped down on her bed, waiting patiently for her to find her. She stared up at the ceiling, noting the water stain in the corner. Despite being ready for Jane to come, she was a little startled by the click of the gun’s safety. She was going to pull herself up from the bed, but if she had a gun, Emma figured it would be best to remain lying down.

Her hands went up regardless, her small arms shooting through the air as she turned her head to look at her for the first time in years. “You don’t recognize me? I’m hurt Jane.” With a little smirk, she pulled herself up just enough so that she could rest on her elbows. Granted, they weren’t exactly friends when they were in Division together (Emma wasn’t sure if she was friends with anyone), but out of all the people she knew from her time with the spy agency, she was one of the few who would be the most willing to return to that life. At least that’s what she hoped.

“I’m unarmed,” she assured her. “Just call me a spectre passing through the night.”

Despite recognizing Emma, Yaël kept her aim, still pointing the gun at the intruder and not putting back on the safety … especially now after knowing who had broken into her place. Emma and her had gone through the same training, had been forced to overcome the same obstacles, commit the same crimes. She was the last person Yaël would trust. Besides … Yaël had supposedly died. Again. A lie only Adam and Division had known the truth of. But Division was gone and Adam had dropped off the face of the earth too which meant that no one was supposed to know that she wasn’t buried six feet under. A realization that only achieved in convincing Yaël further that getting rid of Emma was the only way to go.

“What are you doing here, Carick? Don’t make me ask again.” the brunette demanded to know, not in the mood for any games even though she assumed Emma was rather fond of them if she chose to believe the whispers that used to go around in the bunker. This girl meant trouble and Yaël would be damned if she allowed her to ruin the good thing she had going for herself right now.

“How did you find me?” she asked then, waiting for the other girl to get up while still making no efforts in lowering the gun. If anything she was currently considering where and how to kill her to make as little of a mess as possible. “A spectre, huh? That can be arranged. However, I’d rather refer to you as a fucking disturbance.”

[jane-colt]

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As strange as her situation was, Emma really should have seen this coming. Her mother always did tell her that trouble was her middle name and all of these years, she never put much merit to it until today. (Emma-Leigh Trouble Carick did have a nice ring to it though.)

Life after Division started strong, but spiralled just as quickly. Even before being trapped in a bunker, she wasn’t meant for the average life with a normal job. Her addiction required for her to be mobile and he didn’t want that. And she couldn’t ask him to leave his life behind for her. So she left like she always did. In the wind she became someone else–anyone she wanted to be. She became a better thief, a better con woman, and most importantly a better killer. As it turned out people charged a lot of money to have someone murdered. Since she was already a murderer, adding more blood to her ledger wasn’t as difficult as she thought it would be. It ate up at her some nights how easy it is to pull the trigger, but one jump from a skyscraper later and the world goes back to normal.

Not this time though. This time is different. She climbed up the side of the building with practiced ease. She had been sneaking into open windows for decades–though she knew her window wouldn’t be open, despite living on a high floor. Still, it was nothing she couldn’t get inside of, her years as a thief allowing her to pull the window up just enough to allow her to squeeze inside. The place was as clean as she expected it to be, everything in its place and the smell of an air freshener in the air. It was all incredibly normal. It was a little disarming to be in such an environment when she knew where she came from. Already knowing that she wasn’t there, Emma walked around the apartment, peeking through what she had lying around until she heard the door open.

Raquel Tal had died years ago and Yaël Tal joined her, believed to have been buried six feet under to make place for Jane Colt in her stead … Only for her to have supposedly died too. If someone asked Yaël she couldn’t deny that she had a horrible track record when it came to staying alive, even before Division. These days she mostly stayed under the radar, working at a garage during day ––always having had a talent for tinkering about with vehicles–– and doing the ocassional contract kill during night. Tonight had been one of those nights, having Yaël arrive at her place later than usual.

The roar of her motorcycle announced her arrival and routinely she headed for the staircase of the building complex, not caring for the amount of levels she’d have to pass before finally reaching hers. It helped her clear her head and she simply preferred the freedom of space a staircase offered in comparison to an elevator. It was more practical and usually she wouldn’t be engaged in pesky small talk with some of the other residents. Once reaching the door to her apartment she turned the keys and let herself in.

The air freshener was the only luxury item she owned, nothing compared to the spartan vibe of her flat. Lavender. Apparently helpful when it came to soothing the mind, or at least that’s what the girl in the store had told Yaël before the brunette had her way with her in the staff office. But even with the scent clinging in the air she could smell that something was off. The air was colder than it should have been in a place that was constantly heated and another scent intermingled with that of lavender. And Yaël felt anything but calm. Instead, she was focused, fingers wrapping around the gun she always carried with her before pointing it into the darkness, moving quietly through the small apartment. But above all she was irritated, considering that someone was apparently stupid enough to break into her place and even lacked the common sense to get out while they still had the chance. A thought that was confirmed the second she spotted the silhouette of another person, their back facing her.

The sound of the gun’s safety being taken off broke the silence, followed by Yaël’s voice. “Don’t move.“ Usually, she pulled the trigger first and asked questions later but the fact that someone seemed to have found her demanded for another approach. One that could possibly entail slow painful torture, something she wasn’t opposed to at all. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” Yaël asked, the tone of her voice leaving no doubt that she’d shoot without hesitation if the intruder made a wrong move.

[jane-colt]

Outfit #001 – Misery Loves Company (w/ Adam Fletcher)

[adamxfletcher-blog]

The room was quiet with the only noise disturbing the young man’s tranquillity was the traffic on the outside. The hotel room was sparse in terms of furniture and offered only small comfort but Adam didn’t mind it. In fact he preferred these uncluttered surroundings over fancy decorations. Those were only distractions in his mind. His feet were propped up on the couch table in front of him. Next to them was an as of yet untouched pizza that he was going to have for dinner.

There was no one there to disturb him or cause the headaches to appear again. Not that it happened often these days. Ever since Division fell for good his life had improved. And before that he had met Jane, who was the same brand of evil that he was. He enjoyed that maybe a bit more than he should but Adam had never cared about a good reputation anyway.

The unexpected knock on the door caused the assassin to instinctively reach for the handgun next to him on the sofa. Paranoia spread through his system and he wondered who would knock at his door. Maybe someone had tracked him down? No, they wouldn’t knock and anyway Adam had seen to it that they were rotting in the soil.

Still wary the man stood up from his comfortable position and slid towards the door. His movement was fluid and precise. He stood cautiously next to the door with his gun hidden out of side behind his back. Then he pulled the door open.

“Don’t you own a cell, Jane? I could’ve shot you.” Which of course wasn’t true because the brunette in front of him was at least as capable as he was. It never hurt though to remind her of her manners – which were lacking to say the least.

[jane-colt]

Jane was running out of patience when Adam still hadn’t answered the door, knowing that he was inside, most likely luring behind the door with a gun in his hand. If anyone wanted to shoot him they surely wouldn’t knock even if the idea of finishing him off became more and more tempting with each moment that passed. She knocked again, harder this time as if to express her irritation, when he finally opened.

“In your dreams.” she huffed before a slight smirk softened her features a bit. They were both equally capable of killing the other, but neither probably saw the appeal in such an act, considering that they kept each other on their toes. “And now step aside and stop giving me ideas, kiddo.” she finally added and pushed the door open further before entering the hotel room. Sparsely furnished, curtains closed, he had probably not opened a window in days too. She was too familiar with that Spartanic lifestyle. Alarmingly familiar, even.

As she pushed past him she pressed the file against his chest, urging him on to take it before taking off her black leather jacket. “Got a job for you. Fifty-fifty as usual. And I am not paying for your funeral in case something goes wrong. You’re in?” the brunette asked, not even bothering to turn around as she asked the question, already knowing his answer. Instead she headed for the little refrigerator near the TV and took a bottle of beer before sitting down on the couch, occupying the spot he previously had set in and spotted the pizza box beside her. She took a slice of pizza and started eating. “I see you got my favorite.”

[jane-colt]

Misery Loves Company | Adam & Jane

@adamxfletcher

Her arrival was announced with a roar, the deep brazen sound causing all bystanders to turn around and see who was to blame for such public disturbance. Not that they should have been bothered at all, given the usual noise level of this city. She paid them no mind either way as she got off the hot machinery, the scent of gasoline and leather lingering to her lithe frame as she made her way to the hotel complex. Apparently his taste in accommodations hadn’t improved much, given the shabby exterior of the building.

She entered the hotel and walked up the stairs to the place where they always met no matter which hotel they chose; same level, same room number. They were both creatures of habit as it seemed. Her leather boots thumped across the carpeted ground as she walked towards his room and she pulled a file out of her jacket before finally arriving at her destination. She knocked on the door, doubting that he anticipated any other visitors but herself and even she didn’t bother to announce herself beforehand. Why bother? They had nothing and no one left but each other. To the world, they were both dead.

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[jane-colt]

A Piece Of Heaven | Melana & Jane

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Melana’s life wasn’t one that was incredibly exciting, in fact, she had more often than not been one to play it safe, and not take many risks with out knowing the outcome with work in her favor. But that was how she liked it. She liked waking up every single day with expectations of how her day would start and end. Of course she was okay with a little sponteneity, she wasn’t completely boring and stuck in her ways, but she was happy with the way her life was going so far. She figured until something changed that, she didn’t need to take any unneeded risks when she was so content with the way things were.

She had her bakery, her house on the water, and a beautiful brunette she was completely in love with lying in the bed next to her. It was nearly a dream for her, and one she didn’t think would have happened so early in her twenty-four years, but if that was the way fate wanted it, she certainly wasn’t arguing. But even despite all this completely happiness she felt warmly surrounding her all the time, she couldn’t help but feel as if her significant other didn’t feel quite the same.

She knew Jane sat up at night. It made her feel guilty for sleeping peacefully, but after plenty of times waking up and trying to talk with her, and ask what was keeping her up, she was left with out much of an answer. Jane had never been a sharer, and Melana was okay with that. She knew not everything in people’s passed was easy for them to bring up, but there were times where Mel just wished she had some type of mind reading power to see what was going on in the complicated brain of her girlfriend’s.

She woke up to the sight of Jane staring out the window by their bed and a small smile came to her face as she sat up, keeping the sheet around her bare body. “Good morning, lovely.” She greeted in a raspy tone, stretching herself out a bit. “You should get back into bed, it’s way too early to be productive yet.”

[jane-colt]

Jane wasn’t startled by Melana’s voice, having sensed already that the other female was on the verge of waking up. Her body always followed the same procedure. At first she rolled to her side, facing Jane’s side of the bed as a soft purr was drown from her slightly parted lips. She then arched her back a little in an effort to stretch herself before pulling on the blanket which usually resulted in Jane ending up with only a hint of coverage until Mel finally opened her eyes, yawning wholeheartedly with that adorable high pitch in her voice before stretching herself. And then she smiled. That signature smile of hers that always sent a painful stab right where Jane’s heart was. She was endangering that warm smile and that realization broke her heart.

“Morning.” Jane muttered as she looked over her shoulder to meet Melana’s gaze, her voice sounding hoarse and yet she tried to muster up the same enthusiasm of her girlfriend by giving her a smile but knew that her attempt was destined to fail. Smiling didn’t come as easily to Jane and it seemed to occur with the blonde. But instead of envying her, like her usual competitive nature would have demanded, she admired Melana for her skill. 

The brunette turned around completely, facing the other woman before burying a hand in smooth tussled curls, pulling her closer so that their lips could engage in a gentle yet deep kiss. At this moment it didn’t matter that all of this felt wrong, her remorse finally silencing at the feeling of Mel’s soft lips. She could forget about the world a little bit longer with this woman in her arms. 

“Did you sleep well?” Jane murmured against her lips, finally able to give the other a genuine smile even if it was only a small one when she inhaled her scent, that floral odor that would always remind her of Melana. Such a contrast to the smell of gasoline that usually clung to Jane’s leather jacket and that bike she rode.

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[jane-colt]

A Piece Of Heaven | Melana & Jane

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Jane had no idea how she had ended up here, her life resembling a roller coaster ride ever since Katherine had been shot. That seemed like an eternity ago now and Jane was exhausted, tired of her survival instincts kicking in during the most inappropriate moments, tired of looking over her shoulder whenever she believed to have spotted a shadow behind her, tired of running. She hadn’t died once but twice, and running really should have been the last of her worries ... But having a normal life wasn't really an option either. Or so it seemed.

Sleep was her enemy. Emerald orbs stared at the ceiling as a warm breeze entered through the open window, tickling the brunette's skin ever so slightly. She could almost taste the sea, the realization putting a frown onto her face. Ever since she nearly drowned in Division's bunker she had established a fear of being in large bodies of water. Even pools were problematic at times when she couldn't quite measure their depth and convince herself that it was a safe environment. Thalassophobia. Just one fear amongst many, a concept quite foreign to the young woman. Fear had never really been a part of her life until she was free again. 

She pulled the warm female body closer as if the other woman was her life ring. And in many aspects, Melana was just that. A safe haven, her shelter, ... a piece of heaven. One that Jane couldn't afford losing and yet she couldn't help but feel that with every minute the two shared she was dragging the blonde down, deeper into the pit that was supposed to be Jane's grave.

Releasing a soft sigh, Jane finally got up, sitting on the edge of the bed before reaching for one of the shirts that were scattered along the floor and put it on. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, gazing out of the window only for her eyes to be greeted by the sea, seemingly taunting her every day anew. She hated this city ...

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