At the same moment that Sol tackled Warner's bodyguard, Casey stomped the boot of her heel on Warner's freshly polished shoe. She ducked under his arm, spun around, and shoved her knee into his groin. He doubled over in pain and she stepped back, just as Sol pulled her gun on him. Out of the corner of her eye, Casey saw Luca draw a knife. "Tut tut tut Micheal, that didn't work out very well for you, now did it?" Casey scolded, her voice relaxed.
"Well I still have the real flash drive," he said, straightening up and pulling his suit jacket down, in an effort to look dignified.
"I'm afraid you don't," Casey said holding up two twin flash drives in her hand.
"How did you . . . ?" Warner patted his pockets frantically. The real flash drive had been hidden away in the pocket of his pants, but now it was safe in Casey's hand.
"While you went on and on bragging about how easy it was to get the famous Casey Cortel, I slipped this out of your pocket. It was quite easy, actually." Casey's face had its usual coldness, but her voice was lighter. "So, is the deal still on Micheal?" Warner stuttered, still shocked. "Wonderful." Casey smiled. "I trust you'll be able to find your way out?" Warner's eyes darted to his bodyguard. "Oh him? Don't worry, he'll be just fine. Sol, be a dear and escort Mr. Warner out, if you please," Casey said, pointing her own gun on Warner's bodygaurd.
A soft cackling could be heard from Lane's microphone, this was just too funny to watch and not laugh. Like, his face it's sooooo funny! He thinks with glee, popping another candy into his mouth and going back to watching from his screen.
(alright, I'm gonna try and be off notebook now and focus on homework, so if you see me on notebook anymore tonight, be disappointed in me)
Lane is just me on sugar~/
Sol smile became a smirk as she gave Casey a small bow. "Of course," she replied, mimicking her friend's lightness of voice. As she took her foot off of the bodyguard's neck she let it drop and push over his bullet wound, drawing loud moans of pain from him. "Oops," she giggled. She kept her gun trained on Warner as she gestured for him to walk diagonally in front of Sol out the door. "Michael Wychael you're kinda dumb, arn'tcha? Trying to pull something on Casey." She made a tut, tut, tut, sound in her mouth, and kept walking while talking to him. "I might've had to kill ya. We wouldn't want that would we? I can imagine the headline: Politician killed by 19-year-old girl. Of course, I wouldn't get caught, so that wouldn't happen, but it still would've been funny," She chattered to the man, sounding more like a 12-year-old.
Luca took Sol's place watching the bodyguard, as she escorted Warner out. She crouched at his side, casually spinning her knife around her finger. "Honestly, you think we're a bunch of amateurs?" She gave him a sweet smile, placing the tip of her knife against his lips as he tried to speak. "I don't think so." She purred, eyes flashing. He stared at her, mouth agape, breath speeding just the tiniest bit.
She stood, forcing him back to the ground with a single foot. She glanced up at Casey as she innocently stuck the heel of her stiletto into his bullet wound. "What shall we do with this?" She asked her boss over the sound of the man groaning. She twirled her knife again, the dangerous point gleaming just like her eyes.
Oh my god a stiletto heel in a bullet wound would be so fucking painful oh my god))
Cameron didn’t pull out one of his weapons, but he did leap forward instinctively for Casey. He leaned back on a heel when she did her justice, smiling a satisfied smile. Casey knew how to take care of herself, despite being young. Cameron watched Warner get escorted out and stalked over to the bodyguard, glowering down at him.
“You’re just a big brute, aren’t you?” Cameron scowled.
“Just like you, I suppose!” They shot back through splitting pain. Cameron slammed a foot into their head.
(Who are we waiting for?)
“Cam,” Casey said, nodding towards Warner, referring to the conversation they had earlier.
She leaned down, looking at the body guards face. “Hello.” Instead if saying something, he spat at her boots. Casey made a sound of disgust, pulled out her gun and shot the him in the head, as nonchalant as if she was swatting a fly.
Cameron nodded and stood, and opened his mouth hotly. The gunshot didn’t scare him, but instead put a satisfied smirk on his face. He glanced up at Luca, clearing his throat.
Luca didn't react to the gunshot, just looked down at the man as if she had scuffed her shoe on something unpleasant. She calmly removed her foot from the man's body, frowning at the blood stain his bullet wound had left on her stiletto. She was about to return her knife to it's home between her breasts when Cam cleared his throat. "Yes?" She asked him softly, lowering her hand back to her side.
"Y'all are done right?" Lane asks from the van as he sips some hot cocoa with a bunch of marshmallows and sprinkles, like a boss.
"Yup," Casey said, putting her gun back in its holster. "Well I'm not sure about Sol, but we are."
"Great! I made y'all hot cocoa to celebrate! Also, I did some more research on this Russian gang thing." Lane said over the mic, taking another sip from his mug.
Cameron gave her a brief glare. “That’s no place for a dagger. It’ll weaken the metal.” He crossed his arms, back to his rough and tough face.
“We need to get on that mission. Right now.”
Luca snorted. She was familiar with this argument of his. Instead of biting back with her usual comment of: Jealous of my knife Cam?, she just patted him on the bicep and said "Sol gave these to me. She would die before giving me flimsy knives."
She turned to Casey, hand still on Cam's arm, "The Russians won't be easy to deal with. Regardless if Warner's men took out most of them. They will just pull up more desperate souls to do their bidding."
After completing a few threats and waving goodbye, Sol popped back next to the others. "It's true, Cam. I'm part Finnish. They have really great knifes." She could tell what they were having a conversation about before she appeared. "God, just get a room, you two," Sol muttered, glancing at the hand placed on Cameron's arm. "Also, if we go right away, when are Luca-Booka and I supposed to have that coffee date?"
"You'll have to do that when we get back Sol," Casey said, turning towards her. "Let's head to my apartment."
