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the downtown air sent a chill up her spine, her orange hair floated in the wind. the static of the night caused it to frizz a bit. she pulled her denim jacket securely around her as she continued her walk to that specific piano bar. it’d always been a place she’d peak into on her walks to the subway. When

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suggested the place, it was a relief to start. Go was anti-drinking, anti partying anti-going out if she didn’t need to, but with the limited amount of friends she had and the typical company she surrounded herself in, she felt the itch to try and worry about something other than the mission she was preparing for.

Robin was helping her a lot with training and the more physical parts of the strength could be found within. Parker was there for her emotionally, mentally when Robin wasn’t able to help. Rohan was there to distract her with bees. Hoseok would supply pictures of his kitten. She had the encouragement of her team members. She had the faith of her mentors. She had the motivation within herself. She spent countless nights trying to tap into what the stars were aligning her for. She practiced, she rested, she was ready. And despite her old methods of blowing off steam, she couldn’t quite muster that. she’d asked mafia princes out for a drink, maybe, just maybe she could settle her nerves. she entered the piano bar, and one glance around, she was still unsure if this was a place for her to be. though she picked out the body guard immediately. hesitant footsteps approached her table, along with a warm smile.

“H-hi, Sunny.”

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Simon wouldn’t pretend that he wasn’t scared of Sunny’s dad. And Sunny. And any member of Sunny’s family that included themselves in her dad’s line of work. Sure, he was part of a villain organization, and he was even somewhat high up within that organization. But the mob? Those were people Simon absolutely didn’t want to mess with. Even if Ange seemed to have a good relationship with them. One wrong move and Simon could simply disappear. He didn’t understand how that thought didn’t terrify other people.

As such, a dinner invitation wasn’t something Simon could just ignore. It should be an honor, he supposed, but the invitation couldn’t have made Simon more worried. He changed his outfit at least three times and spent way too long deciding on a glass of wine at the liquor store. Because the Ricci’s would expect him to bring wine, wouldn’t they? To dress up nicely? To know which fancy spoon to eat soup with and which fork was for salad? He should’ve just canceled the outing, but Simon had the feeling that declining an invitation from a mafia boss wasn’t a smart idea. Even if Sunny insisted he was well liked.

Despite his worrying, Simon refused to be late. In the end, he chose a bottle of wine that seemed expensive enough and arrived at the Ricci residence with more than enough time to spare. Was he sweating? He felt like he was sweating, and while it looked dry in his rearview mirror, he knew it was only a matter of time before he’d have to use the all-too-fancy napkins the Ricci’s undoubtedly had to hide his nervousness.

While Simon could attempt to hide his nervousness, he couldn’t hide in his car forever. He reluctantly pushed the door open, stepped outside, and stood in front of the front door. He briefly wondered how many guards were likely hidden, if any weapons were pointed at him if he made the wrong move, but ultimately decided he didn’t want to know. So, instead, he knocked at the door.

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When it came to the Syndicate, there wasn’t much Simon was good for. Sure, he could handle a gun well enough, but when it came to the actual heat of a fight, he became essentially useless, especially if he was up against someone that had bigger firearms, or some kind of offensive ability. Talking to the dead wasn’t much help then.

He was much more useful during stakeouts, which is where he currently sat with Sunny, the eyes and ears throughout the city. Her observation skills combined with his ability to overhear conversations from a long distance, she and Simon made a decent pair. At least in his opinion. In an attempt at digging up some dirt on their horrific mayor, they perched themselves a safe distance away from his office building.

“Just go stand by the window and let me know if anything seems suspicious or out of place,” Simon instructed the woman that had joined them that night, forgetting that Sunny likely had no clue who he was talking to. Simon nursed his cup of coffee in one hand with half a mind to pull out a cigarette, although he wasn’t too interested in the smoke drawing attention to them. “You do stakeouts a lot?” He asked, his gaze now resting on Sunny as to make idle conversation.