#v. outrun

[bittenichtstoren]

@mothtoflame

“Hey, what the fuck?”

Violette stood at the end of the corridor, scalpel poised to be thrown. She could barely breathe in her mask -- black and silicone and as smelly as could be -- but this encounter made her feel all the more grateful for her disguise.

Her emotionless faux rabbit face stared into the dark eyeholes of a faux rooster. She could tell from his height and build that he wasn’t someone she wanted to fuck with. A man like that was deadly up close, even more so if she showed weakness, so she stood her ground and kept her distance. Her grip on her scalpel tightened just a fraction.

“I don’t know who you are, but this is my call. Go away.”

[bittenichtstoren]

"Is this relevant to the job?" from nigel to first that comes to mind <33

"Uh, I guess not?"

Ivan had worked with enough people to understand that not everyone was big on talking. Even so, Nigel's blunt question threw him off. What a fucking brat. The fucking audacity. A small, dark part of Ivan hoped that he'd lose his partner on this job.

Silence washed over the pair, save for the soft click of bullets being loaded into a magazine. They were cool to the touch, but quickly warmed between Ivan's fingers. He frowned.

"Any last words before we go fuck 'em up?"