okie im going to shut my anon back off now i have a few more sukuna asks to answer but ill do that after my nap!!! thank you to everyone who was thirsty with me 😩🤚
i personally would appreciate it very much if you refrained from tagging ship posts that aren't dunkdaeron with dunkdaeron...there aren't many posts for them to begin with so to have to see something that's not even them at all in their tag is kinda eh
kindly, it was a miss click while tagging (the way my featured tags are suggested to me, dunkdaeron is wedged amongst my Dunk tags). it was a two posts that ended up in the wrong tag. so while I totally get the frustration and will revise the posts...
idk. not to sound harsh or sensitive. but maybe some benefit of the doubt could be given? it was an accident. if I spammed all the dunkdaeron tags, or I tagged all my dunkaerion posts with it, that's one thing. but one being slipped in between a bunch of similar but unrelated tags? like someone clicking through their suggested tags and missing one they meant it skip over? I wouldn't be jumping to acting like it was intentional.
Summary: When Geoff sends Gavin and Meg on a mission on the other side of the country, they expect it to go like every other information extraction mission. But this time, there will be consequences.
Warnings: Just a little warning, there is some description of a wound being treated. As always, I hope you enjoy! We’re getting close to the end here!
AO3 ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4, ch.5
Ch. 6
To be honest, Gavin should have expected that Risinger’s office building would be massive. It soared above the others, one of the tallest, and Risinger owned the whole building. Though he rented out the bottom offices, he did most of his business on the top floor. The studio. It was going to be Meg’s and Gavin’s job to get in, get up there, and find any information on what gang Risinger was funding.
Tonight was the last night for Fashion Week. Wanting to leave with a big bang, the coordinators planned all the big names today. And the one of the last to go was Jon Risinger, unrevealing his new line. Which made tonight the perfect night to rob him.
Meg and Gavin stood in an alley, a few blocks down from Risinger’s building. They looked at each other before putting their comms in. “Testing, testing, 1 2 3. Can you hear me?”
“Hear you loud and clear.” Dan replied, voice crackling over the comms. “Remind me, why am I the only one hitting Risinger’s apartment?”
“Because according to his neighbors, Risinger spends more time at his office than at his apartment. Which means that the two more experienced criminals should hit that.” Meg replied, stepping out of the alley. Gavin stayed where he was as she started walking.
“I guess that makes sense.” Dan grumbled back. The two of them heard a door closing. “I want to you two to know. I’m against this.”
“Noted.” Meg said, rolling her eyes at Gavin.
“Good. Ok then.” They heard Dan take a deep breath. “You ready for this?”
“Always.”
“Be careful, B.” Gavin added.
Dan’s line went silent. Gavin stepped out of alley, keeping a close eye on Meg as she neared Risinger’s building. As soon as she walked up to the door, knocking, Gavin leaned against the building he was closest too. Over the comm, Gavin heard Meg beckoning to the security guard inside.
“Hello sir, I was hoping you could help me? I’m looking for Edith Avenue and I seem to be lost.” Meg’s voice was pure honey, smoothly flowing over Gavin’s ears. With her voice and the short, revealing black dress that cut low over Meg’s breasts, the guard stood no chance. He invited her in.
Gavin waited five minutes before he continued walking. He heard Meg and the guard chatting as he also neared the building. Looking through the glass doors, Gavin noted that the guard and Meg were back at the guard’s desk, looking at his computer. Or Meg was. The guard was more focused on side-eyeing her breasts.
Meg looked up, winking at Gavin, before her right hand disappeared into the little purse she brought and pulled out a needle. Using her left hand, Meg pointed at the screen, waiting for the guard to lean forward, before applying the needle to his neck. As soon as the guard was injected, the needle disappeared back into the purse again.
Gavin looked at his watch. Five minutes at the most. Opening the door, thanks to the sticker Meg placed over the lock, Gavin walked in as quietly as he could and made his way to the elevator. The guard didn’t notice Gavin till the bell dinged, announcing that the elevator was on it’s way.
“Hey!” The guard shouted, standing up. “What are you doing here?”
“Cutting it a little close, aren’t you?” Meg asked, ignoring the guard now as she walked towards Gavin. The guard looked at her bewildered.
“My program only shuts down the cameras for so long.” Gavin replied.
“Wh-hey.” The guard pulled his gun. Gavin nodded at him, at the way his hands were shaking.
“Besides,” Gavin told Meg. “It won’t be long.”
“Put your hands up now.” The guard shouted. Sweat was starting to bead along his forehead and he was blinking rapidly.
“Sorry, we have a job to do.” Meg told him, not bothering to face him. “No hard feelings, though?”
“I…I will sh-shoot.” The guard huffed. His gun dropped out of his hand and the guard bent over, hands on his knees. “I-I…”
There was thud as his body dropped to the floor. The elevator doors opened and Gavin and Meg stepped in. “So, how long are the cameras down again?” Meg asked, reaching under her dress to pull out the gun she had hidden there on her thigh holster.
Gavin pulled out his own gun. He checked to make sure it was fully loaded. “We have thirty minutes.”
Meg snorted. “What? You think we need the extra time?”
“Well, it has been a while since you did one of these.” Gavin teased, giving her a wink.
“Oh, it’s on, baby.” Meg clocked her gun.
Gavin mirror her with his own gun. “You turning this into a competition?”
“You know I am. First one to find the information, wins.”
“Deal.” The elevator doors opened and the two of them sprung forward. With everyone gone to support Risinger in his show, most of the offices were dark and empty. There were guards hanging around, though, so the two of them moved carefully. They checked each office, switching between who would go in and who watched the hallway.
Finally, they reached the back, which was a wide open space where the clothes were created. In the very back, cut off from the rest, was Risinger’s work space. Checking once more that there was no one nearby, the two of them lowered their guns. Gavin went for Risinger’s computer. Meg went through his drawers. It was a tense couple of minutes as they furiously worked to uncover Risinger’s secrets.
“Ah-ha!” Gavin squealed.
“No.” Meg slammed her fist against the desk.
Gavin grinned. “I’ve got emails.”
Meg pouted. “That doesn’t prove anything.”
“Boss, the assignment you wanted has been accomplished. Shipments being sent to you.” Gavin read out.
“That could mean anything.” Meg argued. They knew what it meant though. They’ve sent similar emails.
“Jon, the customer isn’t willing to pay. What should I do?” Gavin continued. “Cole, deal with it. You know how.”
“Shit.” Meg cursed.
Gavin stuck his tongue out before downloading copies of all of Risinger’s emails. Meg continued to search through the files. Eventually, she hummed, pulling out a folder. “Interesting.”
Gavin looked over at her. “You have something?”
“I think so.” Her fingers shifted through the papers, eyes quickly scanning over the contents. Her mouth pulled down into a frown. “This is weird.”
“What?” Gavin came over to read over her shoulder. He also frowned. “It’s a list of locations.”
“Spread out over the country.” Meg agreed. “A lot of these towns aren’t that big though and the locations are wide spread.”
“Maybe he’s seeking out places for safe houses?” Gavin ventured. “Places to store weapons and drugs?”
“Maybe.” Meg flipped to the next page. Her hand slapped back against Gavin’s chest. He let out an oof.
“What was that for?” Gavin cried out, rubbing the sore area.
“Shut up. Look.” Meg pointed to one of the locations.
“What?” Gavin read it. Then read it again. Waldo Alley, California? “Wait, isn’t that where-“
“Where the Kinda Funny guys had us stay that one time we visited them? Yeah. I remember because Jeremy kept making where’s Waldo jokes the entire time we were there.”
“How does Risinger have the location of one of their buildings?” Gavin asked. He pointed at another location “That’s a Funhaus warehouse.”
“And one for ScrewAttack.” Meg said.
The two of them shared a look before quickly looking through the rest of the papers. Other locations popped up at them, other bases their allies used that they knew of. It was the last page where they spotted what they feared for. The location of one of their safe houses. One for where they occasionally kept their vehicles. One warehouse in particular that was frightening as they just used it two months ago.
Gavin let out his breath. “Shit.”
“Double shit.” Meg said. “I’m going to copy these. I have a feeling a lot of them are the locations of buildings other gangs own.”
“How’d he get these?” Gavin wondered.
“I think the more important question is, why does he need them?” Meg replied. They shared another look before Meg left to copy the papers and Gavin went back to Risinger’s computer. His mind raced. No matter who Risinger was backing, the only reason to have locations of a gang’s safe or warehouse was so you could burn it to the ground. To have that many locations?
Risinger was planning a war.
The good news was that he only had a few of the Fake’s locations, and they were ones they had been planning to get rid of anyways. And, though they had only quickly scanned through it, he hadn’t seen any of the Rooster Teeth locations on there. Of course he didn’t actually know all of their locations. They would need to send a copy to Burnie.
The ding of the elevator shook Gavin out of his thoughts and he dropped to the floor. Peeking around the desk, Gavin saw that a guard was slowly making his way down the hallway, gun and flashlight in hand. The guard they dropped downstairs must have been found. Gavin tapped his comm. “Incoming enemy.” He whispered. “He’s armed.”
“Got it.” Meg whispered back.
Gavin slipped back behind the desk, hands clenching his weapon. He had no doubt that the guard would be making his way back towards him, the light from Risinger’s computer shinning like a beacon. Making himself as small as possible, Gavin held his breath, listening to the soft sound of the guard’s footsteps.
“I know your back there.” The guard called out, voice only slightly shaking. Gavin held his positon. “I’m going to count to three. On three, if you’re not out with your hands behind your head, I’m going to start shooting.”
“One.”
Gavin let out a soft sigh.
“Two.”
He slowly switched positions so he was on one knee, gun more comfortable in hand.
“Three.”
Gavin jumped up. A shot rang out. The guard stood on the other side of the desk, eyes wide. Slowly, he fell to the ground.
“You ok?” Meg asked, moving out of her cover. She lowered her gun and ignore the guard she just shot, stepping over his body so she could check on Gavin.
“Yeah.” Gavin dismissed. He grabbed his flash drive, quickly stuffing it in his pocket as he shut down the computer. “We should go. Someone’s bound to hear that shot and the cameras won’t be down for much longer. You have a copy of the locations?”
“Of course.” Meg held up her copy, before stuffing the originals back into the file cabinet she got them from. Walking back, she grabbed Gavin’s hand and started pulling him towards the exit. “Why don’t we take the stairs?”
“Good idea.” They slammed the stairway door open, rushing to descend down.
Meg suddenly stopped, a few flights down, pulling Gavin to a halt. “You hear that?”
Gavin strained his ears. Below them, he could hear the stomping of more feet and the faints sound of shouting. “Let’s go back-“
Crash.
The door above them slammed open. There was more shouting, more trampling of feet coming for them.
“Shit.” Gavin cursed. “We’re trapped.”
Meg squeezed his hand before she started running forward again, dragging him behind. “The only thing we can do is keep moving.”
“And when we run into the other guards rushing up to meet us?”
“We deal with that when we come to it.” Meg said through gritted teeth. They ran forward, accurately aware of the noise around them.
“There they are!” Someone shouted.
“What now?” Gavin asked. They never stopped running, even though they could start to see the faces of the guards.
Meg reached into her purse and pulled out a small ball. Gavin’s eyes widened, recognizing Michael’s homemade smokeball. Meg looked back at him. “Don’t let go of my hand.”
Before Gavin could answer, she threw the smoke ball over the rail, hitting a few flights below them, where the guards had reached. The hand Gavin was using to hold Meg’s tightened. He held his breath, closed his eyes, and prepared. The clash into the smoke shocked a gasp from him and he started coughing. They were tramping over bodies, limbs reaching up to grab at his pants legs. Gavin tugged and jammed his way through, never once letting go of Meg’s hand as they fought. The guards who waited on the other end couldn’t shot, too afraid to hit their partners. Meg had no such fear. Gavin could hear her gun going off, the yells of shock, and then they were free.
Blinking the smoke from his eyes, he lifted up his gun, firing behind him. The grunts and cries of pain let him know he hit a few of them. Meg pushed down the last guard and then they were sprinting. Gavin flinched when a shot went off, close to his head, the sound of it bouncing off the metal railing piercing to his ears.
They kept moving.
Eventually, with sweat covering their bodies and hearts hammering, they reached the bottom. Throwing open the door, they tore through the lobby, ignoring the cries of surprise from the few people there. Shots were going off. Gavin let loose a shout when his arm exploded with pain, but forced himself to ignore it, instead firing back at them.
They reached the streets and disappeared.
~
Having snagged a coat from a drunkard stumbling along the sidewalk , Gavin was able to hide his bleeding arm. He kept the grimace of pain off his face for the entire elevator ride back up to their room, Meg whispering encouraging words to him whenever they were left alone.
As soon as Meg shut the door to their room, Gavin threw down the coat and cursed, finally looking at his arm. The wound was near his shoulder, the fabric around it soaked in red.
“Take off your shirt so I can get a better look at it.” Meg commanded, already gathering supplies.
With a lot of effort, Gavin was able to unbutton his shirt, flopping back down on the bed as soon as it was off. “That was an adventure.” He grunted.
Meg pulled up a chair and grabbed the tweezers. “Yep.”
Gavin looked away, wincing as Meg began to dig around the skin. “What do you think-ah-think Risinger is planning?”
“Something big.” Meg replied. “Big enough that he has plans for multiple gangs. There are several questions we need the answers to if we want to find out what.”
“OK, so what are the questions?” Gavin asked, arm jerking as Meg hit a nerve.
“Sorry.” Meg mumbled, the tweezers noticeably more gentle with that area. “So. First question. How’d he get those locations?”
“Either bribes from more disloyal members or-ouch-or he not only has the numbers to send spies into other crews, but they must-shit- be some pretty good spies if they were able to fool Funhaus.” Gavin answered.
“I’m kind of hoping it was bribes. The second option is a pretty terrifying one.” Meg let out a soft ‘ah-ha’ when she finally grabbed the bullet. Pulling it free, she set it down, along with the tweezers, on a towel nearby. Next, she grabbed antiseptic and began cleaning the wound. Gavin jumped at the stinging sensation and Meg lightly smacked his leg. “Oh, quit being a baby.”
“T-The next question?” Gavin prompted, whimpering slightly.
“Oh, right. So next question is why did he choose those locations? Why those gangs? It can’t be a coincidence that a lot of them belong to our allies.” Meg continued, eyes narrowed as she wiped Gavin’s blood away.
“Definitely not a coincidence.” Gavin agreed before sucking in a lungful of air. Letting it out, he tried relaxing again. “Which is another thing to worry about. Not many know that we have an alliance. People could guess about Funhaus and I’ve heard rumors about us and ScrewAttack, but there’s no way anyone could have made the connection to Kinda Funny or Cow Chop.”
Meg shook her head. “I think we underestimated Risinger. If he can get that information…”
“Then what else has he been able to get?” Gavin finished. “It all comes down to why, doesn’t it?”
Meg set down the wipe and picked up the bandages. “We’ll figure it out when get back to Los Santos. At the very least, we can warn the others. Speaking off,” Meg looked up, frowning. “Have you heard anything from Dan?”
“Oh, shit. No I haven’t.” Trying hard not to disturb Meg’s work, Gavin reached towards the table next to the bed for his comm. Placing it in his hear, he called for Dan. “Dan? Dan? Are you there? Can you hear us?”
Silence.
Gavin took out the earpiece. “Hmm, I guess he must of taken it off. Probably got tired of us not answering him.”
“Hopefully he sends a text soon. I don’t want to worry about two British idiots who managed to get themselves shot.” Meg teased.
“Hey.” Gavin squawked. “It’s not my fault that I got hit.”
“Sure, sure.” Meg tighten the last of the bandages. Patting his knee, she stood up and stretched. “Well, that’s enough blood for me for one night.”
“The nights still young.” Gavin said, giving her a wink.
“Don’t tempt me.” Meg grumbled. “I’m going to try to track down all these locations, solidify our suspicions a little more before we send it to Geoff.”
“I’ll look over his emails.” Gavin got up to retrieve his computer, trying hard not to pull the muscles in his arm. “I can’t wait till we get back to Los Santos so I can rub these into Geoff’s nose.”
Meg shook her head. “You’re not going to get over that anytime soon, are you?”
“Nope.” Gavin agreed cheerfully. Meg let it go, knowing how the Brit could get. The two set to work in silence. Every once in a while, Gavin would check his phone, nagging worry starting to settle in the longer they went without Dan checking in.
Risninger’s email was a combination between fashion work and his illegal dealings. One email would be telling whoever his crew was that he wanted his “supplies” soon and the next would be outlining an idea he had for a dress. Because of the mix, it took Gavin longer than it should have to latch onto the pattern.
As far as Gavin could tell, the emails went to three different people. There was someone named Cole, who seemed to be a grunt. An important one, but a grunt all the same, the one to do the dirty and demeaning work. Then there was a girl, Risinger refering to her as Emily, but Gavin isn’t sure that’s her real name, as there are jokes peppered throughout his emails that suggests she has another name.
Then there’s Sportsball. At first Gavin had thought the emails titled with that were part of the fashion related ones, and so had pushed them to the side. But after accidently reading a few, Gavin was beginning to be convinced otherwise. Either Sportsball was an event that Risinger was planning, one to make his underground debut or Sportsball was a person that, for some reason, Risinger only felt comfortable speaking about when using code.
Gavin was so focused on that that he almost missed when there was a break in the pattern. A fourth person Risinger began connecting. Again, Gavin almost ignored them, wanting to determine what exactly Sportsball was. That was unto he noticed who it was addressed to.
Gavin sat up straighter, ignoring the warning his arm gave. The emails were addressed to Larry Bakwin. As in Larry Bakwin who was shot about a week ago. The Larry who was stealing from Burnie.
“Fuck, fuck. These isn’t good. Fuck.” Gavin cursed.
“What’s wrong?” Meg asked, looking up from her own laptop.
“It’s Larry. Larry’s the connection.” Gavin exclaimed.
“Larry?” Meg asked, furrowing her eyebrows. “Who’s that?”
“The Larry who was stealing from Burnie. That Larry.” Gavin was almost jumping around, pulling out his hair. “That’s how it’s connected.”
“Gavin, Gavin.” Meg called, walking over to hold him back him down. “Stop moving, you’re going to upset your wound.”
“Risinger was contacting Larry. That’s why it seemed so weird that Larry could be so smart yet stupid at the same time. That’s the connection.”
“Wait, wait. Gavin you have to back up.” Meg was finally able to push Gavin back down. She checked his bandages. “Start from the beginning. What’s this about Larry?”
“Risinger was contacting Larry.” Gavin began.
“Larry, Larry?” Meg asked.
Gavin furiously nodded his head. “Yes!”
Meg rocked back on her heels. “Well, fuck.”
“Exactly. I had the thought that Larry was a sort of Trojan Horse, that there was someone else. And I was half right. Risinger is that someone else, but he was only pulling Larry’s strings from afar. That’s why it was so hard to find what Larry had done with the money.”
“We need to let Geoff and Burnie know right away. There could be more spies and who knows what Larry was giving Risinger-“
Gavin’s phone rang.
Gavin checked the name, grinning as soon as he read the bold text of Dan. The worry that had been building disappeared as Gavin set the phone against his ear. “Hey, B! What took you so long?
“Why hello, Mr. Free.”
Gavin’s blood ran cold as the smooth voice of bloody Jon Risinger answered him. Meg noticed the shift in his face. “What’s wrong?” She was already starting to stand, preparing herself.
“Risinger, what a pleasure it is to hear you again.” Gavin’s voice was low, a growl starting to rise in the back of his throat. Meg froze too, understanding dawning on her.
Risinger laughed. “Oh I’m sure it is. You have no idea how delighted I am that you picked up. You see, I was so hurt to hear that you didn’t come to show. After all, I thought the entire reason you and Ms. Turney had come was to see little old me, after all.” Gavin’s teeth were grinding together, everything in him wanting to snap back at the smug prick. “And then I get the bad news that my office had been hit by some thieving rats. Obviously, my night wasn’t going the way I wanted and after all my hard work too, especially when I get the call that another rat was captured at my apartment.”
“Here’s where my night starts to get better. Because imagine my surprise when the rat turns out to be your bodyguard.” Risinger tutted. “I expected better from people hanging out with you.”
“What’d you do to Dan?” Gavin asked, all pretense of manners gone. Meg was moving around the room, gathering their weapons and supplies.
“So that’s his name? Funny, he didn’t want to give us it.” Risinger went on. “I’m guessing he means something to you?”
Silence from Gavin.
“Excellent.” Risinger purred. “So here’s the deal. I know it was you two who hit my office. I don’t know why, but I propose we make a deal. Meet me at my warehouse, the one down at the docks, at 2am. I’m sure you know which one it is.” Risinger hung up.
Gavin stood up. Meg handed him a clean shirt, which he silently put on, ignoring the pain in his arm. Walking by, Gavin grabbed his gun and all the ammo for it. Meg stood by the door, her face stony. Gavin could see the knife in her hand as she played with it. “Where are we going?”
A SMILE CURLED ACROSS SHARP features, gaze charged with characteristic lascivious intent. he enjoyed a challenge, but not particularly being challenged, “ the success rate of people s t o p p i n g me from doing what i desire is not tilted in your favour, detective, but by all means, have a go of it. ”
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