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[fangsforhire]

☎ Sarge (@noheroessarge)

NAME: Murder Night Morals

RINGTONE: Bad Moon Rising because nothing says bonding experience like meeting a man during government-sanctioned murder night and deciding, against all sense, that he is worth answering texts from.

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Stay inside tonight. I don’t care what you think you can handle.

LAST TEXT SENT: That almost sounded like an order, Sarge. Very brave of you. I’d be offended if I didn’t find competence so tragically attractive. Relax, I’ll stay out of trouble. Or at least out of the kind that requires paperwork. x

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A hundred thoughts were barreling through her mind as she stood there looking at the man she'd hired to protect her. She could see the worry on his brow and the intensity of how he looked over her body. She was sure that it was to see if she was fine. No, she wasn't fine. Charlie wasn't sure if she'd ever be fine again but it wasn't time to rest. She needed to go right back to work. How could she rid the world of what the NFFA created? She didn't know if people, mainly the elite would go back to the world before the Purge. All she could do was try.

Charlie's eyes were focused on Leo's, trying to let him know that she was as fine as she could be and that she was strong enough to keep going on. The moment he let her go, her legs went out from under her, but she still didn't fall. He'd placed them right back around her waist. "I'm fine, Leo. I just think I'm still broken up from the wreak and I think the adrenaline is wearing off."

She reached up, her fingers pushing his hair back off of his face, as her eyes focused on all his wounds. He was hurt bad but she knew his story from before. It wasn't the worst shape he'd been in and he seemed to be able to stand on his feet. She walked with him as they moved to the first pew and she sat down.

Instantly the paramedic came to her, leaving the young woman they were helping before. She shook her head and motioned for him to go back and that she was fine. "Help them all and when you're done, then you can look at me." The paramedic turned to Leo.

"You're her bodyguard correct." He waited for the man's answer. "Then I'm sure you know how to check vitals and how to look her over and bandage wounds. I'm worried since she was in a reck that she might have a concussion and doesn't realize it. If she wants me to help all these people first. Then you've got to look over her." He smiled, "I can't have the next president dying of an injury because I didn't make her a priority."

Charlie shook her head as the man placed his case down next to Leo going off to continue looking after the young girl. Reaching out, she placed her hands on Leo's and squeezed. "Hey, I'm fine. If you can help me, then you can help these other people instead. I'm not anymore important then they are."

She huffed, rolling her eyes at Leo's words. There had been a lot of reasons she'd hired him but one was that he could be just as stubborn as she could be and wouldn't let her boss him around if it wasn't in her best interest. Charlie raised her hands in surrender. "Okay Okay... I got it. You can bandage me up and get me back home... well or to a hotel. I'm quite sure my home has been wrecked." She chuckled, "hey." She leaned in and pressed a soft chaste kiss to his lips. "Thank you."

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Out of all the days on the calendar, there were only three he hated; his birthday, Christmas, and Purge night. Tonight, while others were out murdering and looting, Clint was watching over his client until the sirens sounded in the morning, confirming that law and order were back in play. It wasn’t what he preferred to do but the check was undeniably large so he found himself patrolling the house while his ignorant pay day sat contently in a safe room.

Bow in hand with an arrow already nocked, the archer rounded a corner only to come face to face with a man. Instincts kicked in and the bow was raised with the string drawn back in an instant, already aimed at the other's head as his vision came into focus on who he was about to kill. Leo fucking Barnes.

"Jesus-" Lowering the bow, Clint could only shake his head with a scoff at him. "What the fuck is your problem?! Are you trying to die?! You have the first floor and I have the second. As in, this one!" He didn't want to take the assignment to begin with but when he found out Barnes was also going to be on security, he had turned it down altogether. His client had to add a substantial amount to his check for him to agree to work with Barnes. Now he was wishing he charged his client more for this.

"Unless you have something important to say get the fuck back downstairs."

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[alwaysxinxtrouble]

The last minute rehearsal at Bucky's home had been the Davis’s idea, saying they needed a little more practice before they started their first country wide tour the following week. The drummer had been just short of demanding it; not at the studio or their practice space. It had to happen at the lead singer’s home. While he had been hesitant about it given what day it, Bucky had ultimately agreed to host the rehearsal with figuring the band would be gone hours before the purge sirens would go off.

Besides, the new bodyguard his manager hired was supposed to arrive during rehearsal. Between the questionable fan mail and the upcoming purge, his manager wanted to take no chances. Something about lead singers being hard to replace while guitarists and drummers were a dime a dozen. Though Bucky didn’t share the same belief, that the band was in some way divided into classes by their worth.

With the rehearsal finally coming to an end, Bucky headed upstairs after saying goodbye to his band mates and waving them off through the backdoor, Davis lingering for a moment to gather some of his things. At the top of the basement stairs, it was hard not to spot the man his band manager had hired waiting for him in the foyer.

“Sorry for the wait.” Bucky made long strides down the hall towards the body guard. “Phil said you would be coming by today but my drummer demanded one last rehearsal and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I hope you don’t mind Elena letting you in. She’s the housekeeper.” He held out his hand when he finally reached him. “Name is James Barnes but everyone calls me Bucky.”

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