#[c: Kiara]

[ofescapisms]

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ruby,” she smiled, reaching out to shake her hand. “I can understand that, I’m sort of in the same boat. Got a bit overwhelmed by the town and moved to a farm instead, so I’m happy to be there for you,” she grinned.

Kiara smiled. “Thanks. I’m Kiara, by the way. My friends call me Kie,” she said, holding her hand out to Ruby for a shake. “It’d be nice to have friends. It’s already been pretty lonely here.”

[wehavefoundthestars]

starter for @apurekindness

The way to Camelot was a lot longer than he had remembered. Normally he would travel with the rest of the musicians there who were hired to perform at the castle but he had been delayed by an unexpected last-minute job so this time he was on his own. He wasn't a fan of fighting but he knew that robbers could be hiding in the bushes anywhere so he was still paying close attention to his surroundings, just in case. Not that he had a lot that they could take from him.

Since the journey was a rather long one and he wanted to make it to the castle before dark his attention was wavering. One split second was enough for him not to notice the snake that was on the path before them which caused the horse to panic and throw him off, making him land hard on the ground.

Tears sprang to his eyes and had he heard a crack? It didn't matter he needed to try and calm his horse. "Preto no! Come back here!" But it was no use the horse had galloped off and when he tried to stand up to run after it, his leg started to throb and he had no other choice but to sit back on the ground while cursing under his breath. That hurt. A lot. What was he supposed to do now?

[ofescapisms]

Ruby nodded sadly. “Unfortunately, yes. Earthquakes and that large crack in the ground in town, we had a large power outage in the summer after a particularly terrifying…thing in the sky,” she explained before taking another long sip. “Honestly going a month without a death or injury would be nice. How long have you been here?”

Kiara's first stop after getting the news about Zoë was the bar. She needed a drink. She sat down heavily in the nearest available seat, sitting up some as the person next to her spoke. "Wait, there's been multiple disasters here?"

[proceduralpassion]

Promise

Day 3 of Narcoctober- Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and whatever song comes up first, that’s your prompt.

Characters: Horacio Carrillo x OC (Kiara Nash)

CW: language, SMUT (lap dance, leg grinding, bj)

A/N: Back at it again with another Narcotober fic. My shuffle song ended up being Promise by Ciara and I feel like I skirted the prompt just a little bit? I went with the general *aesthetic* of the song (known to be a lap dance fave) and the theme alluding to pleasing/devoting to ya mans. Horacio deserves some loving and Kiara is all too happy to give it. Did NOT edit but grammar/spelling errors build character idk. Enjoy!

Kiara’s hands rest on her husband’s back, admiring his frame but also massaging the stress out of his muscles. His head is slanted down towards his desk in their home office, focusing on the papers and maps in front of him.

“It’ll all still be here later, come back to the present,” she coaxed. 

Horacio’s just been made the head of the Search Bloc and his discipline to the post is admirable. It was a role he was made for, rising to the challenge from the very first day. It made Kiara proud. 

Nonetheless, it was getting late and she wanted nothing more than to spend some quality time with her husband. 

His neck rolled, releasing even more tension. His eyes looked to the ceiling and she could tell by the way that he leaned back into her touch that she had got him. His hands eventually peel back from their place pressed against the edges of the desk. 

Music could be faintly heard from the living room. Kiara had put in a cassette tape and had been dancing by her lonesome with a glass of wine until she decided she was tired of performing for an invisible audience. Entertaining her husband sounded so much more fun. 

His hand blindly reaches for her and she turns him around and lightly tugs on his arm. Horacio follows his wife out in the common area of the living room and smirks, knowing that she’s up to something. 

“You weren’t wearing that at dinner, mi amor.” 

“I was not,” she confirms with an innocent smile.

She wore spandex shorts and a cropped sweatshirt at dinner, her usual attire she changed into after getting home from a shift at the hospital. Now, she wore his white button down shirt that he had worn earlier to church. Underneath were black double-seam stockings and high-heel stilettos. 

When she pulls him closer, his hands find purchase around her waist while hers wrap around his neck. They sway together to the smooth harmonies of the song. He twirls her which garners a giggle and he takes her breath away when he dips her, holding onto her waist and raised leg. When they come back up together, they’re somehow closer than before. 

The sultry tones of the next song changes the ambience in the air immediately. Kiara’s eyes veer up into the eyes of her husband. Eyes that have already darkened. She pushes lightly into his chest, sending him towards the couch. 

“You’ve been working so hard lately, mi corazon,” Kiara expresses. She leans over him, leaving quaint kisses along his neck. Those kisses punctuate between her next words. “You. Deserve. A. Treat.” 

She can see his body continue to relax and unravel as he sinks further into the sofa. She stands upright again and begins swaying to the rhythm. Her hips careen while her hands dally over the fabric of his shirt that she’s wearing. It slowly leaves her shoulders and she can see Horacio’s eyes follow the slipping material. She holds onto it while lifting a leg onto his. She lets him grab on it, letting his hands slide over the nylon fibers of her stockings. And then removes her leg.

Kiara expects an annoyed scowl, but he merely chuckles. His expression is lit with amusement.

“You like to toy with me, hermosa.”

Without missing a beat, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

She continues rolling her hips until she’s sitting low on the coffee table behind her. She raises her leg again and makes a show of removing the garter fastened onto her tights. When she throws it, he catches it without flinch or hesitation. His eyes don’t leave her as he balls the stocking up and tosses it to the side. She’s taking the other off now and kicking off her heels before rising back up.

Horacio’s hand twitches, jumpy with the need to touch his wife. His sigh is light and full of high spirits. His eyes are dark with arousal but also entrancement. It’s a look she sometimes catches him wearing, not privy to the fact that he sometimes finds himself aghast with her beauty. 

Kiara spins sensuously, jutting her ass towards him before allowing the white button to slip further from her frame. The straps of her black lacy bra become visible and she turns back to watch his eyes glued to every inch of skin she reveals. His hand rubs himself, finding limited room in his pants as his arousal grows.

The shirt drops to the floor and it’s taking everything for Horacio not to grab her up. Kiara turns back around and continues her strip show, playing with the straps of her bra. She smiles at him, allayed with how every ounce of stress has left his body. The only tension in his body seems to be centered within his pants. She’s enjoying tantalizing him, but grants a bit of mercy by stepping towards him and allowing him to touch her.

His hands immediately grab hold of her hips and she snickers with glee as she stumbles from his tight hold. He keeps her steady and their foreheads press against one another. 

Their lips finally meet after all the teasing and she’s powerless against their kiss. He always had a way of paralyzing her with his kisses, sending her to another universe. It’s a kiss that she loses herself in, unaware of how much time has passed. The demand for oxygen necessitates that they separate but their heated embrace is in no way paused. His hands explore everywhere he can touch. Kiara takes off the T-shirt that he’d been wearing since stripping out of his white button down from earlier. When they’re close together again, he can feel her nipples poke through the laced material of her bra.

Soon enough, Horacio’s taking down the straps and blindly reaching back to unclasp the flimsy material. She grinds against his thigh and even through the material of her matching black panties and his slacks, he feels her warmth.

He hums with pleasure with his lips returning first to her lips, but then to her neck, and finally down to her breasts. His tongue swirls around one of her nipples and she grinds further onto him. They work together to remove the rest of the garter and then her panties are the last to go.

He hisses, “You spoil me so much, querida.” 

“Always deserved,” Kiara responds. When she lifts up off him, she wastes no time dragging his slacks down and then boxer briefs. 

She’s too focused on getting back to his lips and receiving another one of those earth-shattering kisses that she yelps when she feels him cup her. His fingers are delicate as they explore her core, maneuvering with a proficiency that only he has. 

Kiara tugs on his lip when their kiss breaks again and she breaks out into a moan when he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves. Not wanting to be out done, her kisses are back to trailing down his body going lower and lower until her head is in his lap.

Throughout their time together, she’s found that there’s nothing quite like how she’s able to make him unravel in roils when she puts him in her mouth. At first, it’s tender kisses but pretty soon, she’s licking up and down his length, and finally taking him fully in one go.

His hisses and groans are a force of nature. There’s nothing like it for her. His left hand is grasping sweetly at her head, guiding her as she takes him further. His right hand finds hers and they clasp together as she continues forward. He’s ready to jump to the ceiling when he feels himself touch the back of her throat. 

“Mi amor, mi amor,” he mewls while pulling at her hair. She’s raising up at his insistence and can’t outrun the giggle as he grabs her up the way he’s wanted to all night and lifts her up off the couch. 

He utters between breaths, “What am I gonna do with you?”  

Kiara grinds on his erection, “You don’t know what’d you do without me.”

Her giggles fill their bedroom when he throws her onto the bed. He stares at her for a moment, taking in her words.

“I truly don’t, vida mía.” 

Their love echoes off the walls of their room for the rest of the night. Like always, it ends with Kiara feeling sated and adored and with Horacio grateful and astounded with her presence in his life.

A/N: Love to see Horacio and Kiara in their happily married era. I hope my IWBSS especially enjoyed this treat bc lord knows they deserve some happiness. I picture this taking place not long after Horacio becomes the head of the Search Bloc so their Medellin era before things get tough. Click here if you wanna be added to my taglist! Taglist: @asirensrage @drabbles-mc @supersanelyromantic @mysun-n-stars @ashlingnarcos @narcosfandomdiscord

[ggblasts]

Spotted: Kiara Carrera, John B, and Sarah Cameron making quite the splash down by the river, literally running for their lives! These three Pogues were seen sprinting away from something mysterious, their expressions a mix of adrenaline and exhilaration. What trouble could our favorite treasure hunters have stumbled upon this time?

The trio has made quite a name for themselves as notorious treasure hunters in Manhattan, but this frantic scene raises a few eyebrows. Was it a rival crew hot on their heels, or did they unearth something that was meant to stay buried? With all the secrets lurking in the city, it’s not hard to imagine they’ve uncovered a treasure—or a dangerous secret—that could turn their summer adventure into a serious showdown.

Witnesses reported hearing a flurry of laughter that quickly turned into panicked shouts as the three dashed along the riverbank, dodging low-hanging branches and leaping over rocks. It was a sight to behold—Kiara’s fierce determination, John B’s protective instincts, and Sarah’s quick wit all shining through as they navigated the chaos. Whatever they found clearly had them on high alert!

As they reached a secluded spot by the water, the trio seemed to regroup, whispering urgently to one another. What were they discussing? Could they be formulating a plan to deal with whatever they’d uncovered? Or perhaps they were simply debating whether to stick around for more excitement or make a hasty exit. One thing’s for sure: when it comes to treasure hunting, these three know how to keep it interesting!

But what about the other Pogues? With only three of the six infamous treasure hunters in sight, could this mean more escapades are in store? Fans of the Outer Banks know that where there’s one adventure, more are sure to follow. And with the stakes higher than ever, the tension in the air is palpable.

Stay tuned, Upper East Siders, because this river escapade is just the tip of the iceberg. With Kiara, John B, and Sarah at the helm, you can bet there’s more drama and treasure hunting chaos on the horizon. Will they find fortune, or will their curiosity lead them into deeper trouble? Either way, you know we’ll be watching every thrilling moment.

XOXO, Gossip Girl

@thekiaracarrera @hisarahcameron @johnnxbooker

[littlekiara96]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail)/Reader Characters: Reader, You, Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail), Silver Wolf (Honkai: Star Rail) Additional Tags: Seven Minutes In Heaven Game, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Gender-neutral Reader Summary:

All the characters in Honkai: Star Rail have gathered aboard the Astral Express for a fun party. The kids are drinking fruit juice and playing tag. Some adults are taking bets on who can drink the more of Himeko's coffee, others are less courageous and just playing cards. And then... Someone has a "funny" idea.

[skyeyed]

knowing the champion of artemis in and out of camp helped when it came to knowing how to fight alongside of her. he knew that what he lacked, she had, and they could balance each other out. plus, she was a secret weapon since she packed a harder punch than most realized. " good to see that you still have a healthy ego on those shoulders. i would've hated for the war to take that from you. " erasmo let out a small sigh of relief, still the same kiara that he had come to know over the years. that was a good sign. " muses corrupted, horror stories coming to life, something about another son of apollo being kidnapped. after that i started to tune out thinking about how an eagle was talking in my head. " something that he was going to have to get used to sooner rather than later.

erasmo was one of the very few campers that she had a genuine connection with, as though fate has brought them together to fight at the same time. the others were fine but she hadn't felt like a team with anyone quite yet, except for the son of zeus. " in that case, " kitty laughed while she settled into the conversation making note that her deer and his eagle were probably more than just companions but connections to their deities. " yeah, yeah, yeah. " she waved off in a quick, but casual dismissal. " i didn't say i wasn't capable, just different. perhaps, even more because of it. " her gaze looked around camp and then focused in on erasmo. " so, did you happen to gather intel why we're here or are you still just as lost as i am? all i barely caught was something about muses and something about praying. "

[horrifcs]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 : closed + @bludthirst ! 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : open , kiara + open !

❝ 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗢 𝗠𝗘 a favour ? ❞ kiara offers up the most saccharine smile, snarling teeth hidden behind closed lips. ❝ take a fucking picture sweetheart, it'll last longer. ❞

[choicesfrog]

The Royal Romance (OC)

Name: Eloise Park

Age: 24

Pronouns: She/Her

LI: Hana

Hobbies: Dancing, Reading, Playing Piano, Painting

Eloise is the sixth child of the Park clan. Though she’s somewhat of a middle child, she definitely wasn’t lost in the shuffle. Similar in personality, temperament, as well as having similar interests to her grandparent and one of her mothers, she was doted on as much as if she were a youngest child.

Eloise is prim, proper, and loves all things pretty. As a child, she was probably a bit overdressed for school, but she loves wearing fancy dresses. She’s also a voracious reader and learned to read at age four. She started piano and dance lessons not too long after. When she was in high school, she began taking ballroom dancing lessons.

Eloise also learned a lot of proper royal etiquette from her grandparent. While not born into nobility themself, they did grow up as a member of a wealthy British family before coming to America. In a lot of ways, Eloise was more prepared to be part of the social season than her friend Elaine. In fact she ended up helping Elaine out when she could (so that job wouldn’t fall solely on Hana).

Instead, she ended up following her to Cordonia because to Eloise the whole premise of her supposedly meeting a prince and a random noble offering to sponsor her seemed super sketchy, and she wanted to make sure her friend wasn’t getting into something more dangerous.

Due to her grandparent’s family having a long history and being widely spread through both Europe and the states, Eloise claimed to be a part of that family, and it was enough to allow her to travel along with the rest of the nobles. Of course Elaine, Liam, Hana, Maxwell, and Drake knew the truth, but they promised not reveal her secret. She was very upfront with all of them. She was also quite upfront about not trying to win Liam’s hand. As a lesbian, she had no interest.

Eloise was not a fan of most of the other ladies at court, especially after what happened at the coronation, and though they knew of her dislike of them, she maintained a civil and polite relationship in public. In private, she avoided them. Out of everyone, she really only respected and got along with Kiara. She admires Kiara’s ambition. Eloise also knows French, and she and Kiara had a bit of fun having conversations in it when they wanted to speak in private. Eloise is wary of Olivia, and outright disgusted by Madeleine’s treatment of Hana. She was indifferent towards Penelope until she learned that she was part of the plot against Elaine.

What Eloise didn’t expect was to fall in love during her time in Cordonia. She was immediately attracted to Hana, but she wasn’t sure if Hana felt the same way. She also knew all the pressure Hana was under from her parents to win Liam’s hand, so she decided not to push things and was happy to befriend her.

Eloise also was able to quickly figure out that there was a lot more to how Hana’s parents treated her than she was letting on. The isolation, the abuse, being forced to earn their affection all reminded her of how her grandfather described his upbringing before he was disowned from his family. Eloise wanted to help Hana to get out of her bad situation, but she also knew it wasn’t easy. She just let Hana know she was there for her if she wanted to vent, cry, or just escape her problems for a while. While she was glad Elaine encouraged Hana to stand up to her parents, she also knew that could make abusive situations worse.

Spending time with Hana, she realized they had a lot in common. Both had a love of reading, flowers, and playing the piano. At Olivia’s estate after Hana played for her, Eloise played a song for Hana. The two of them spent the rest of the night laughing and playing together. They became very close during the social season and spent time swapping book recommendations, talking about music, watching shows together (there was so much Hana had never seen, and Eloise was the one who showed her some of the dance movies/competition shows she mentioned studying when she had her dance battle with Maxwell). They talked about their hopes and dreams and everything in between.

There were little romantic moments shared between the two. Some handholding, gentle reassuring touches here and there, and they even waltzed together a few times. Nothing had progressed very far until Hana was forced to leave at the end of the season. After sharing their first kiss together, and having such a heartfelt confession of their feelings, Eloise was determined she’d see Hana again. She almost flew to Shanghai, afraid that Hana’s parents wouldn’t let her come back to be one of Madeleine’s ladies in waiting.

The two continued to grow closer and spent even more time together during the engagement tour. Eloise became very protective towards Hana and kept a close eye on her, especially after Madeleine admitted to wanting to “break her” (Eloise came very close to slapping her to wipe that smirk off her face), and after Hana’s falling out with her father. She spent time with Hana trying to find a place for her to stay and helping her think about what she truly wanted from life.

Hana and Eloise both decided to move to Castelsarreillan and eventually moved in together. The two became engaged during the Unity Tour and were married about a year later. Hana and Eloise meet with Kiara often since they live nearby, and travel to the capital to see their friends there. They sometimes go to visit Eloise’s family, and sometimes her family comes to them. Hana still has a very rocky relationship with her parents, and she’s taking the time to heal. She occasionally will call or visit her father, but it’s on her terms. Hana isn’t quite sure if her relationship with her mother is something she wants to continue.

Hana and Eloise enjoy a happy and quiet life, Hana working at a library and Eloise teaching dance lessons to children. They both also teach piano on the side. They plan on having at least two children, as they each want to experience pregnancy, but they could expand their family beyond that.

A few more random facts:

Hana was Eloise’s first everything. She was really glad she didn’t have to say anything about her first kiss because she hadn’t had one yet. Though Eloise had several crushes growing up, she never acted on her feelings.

Since Eloise grew up with several other lgbtq+ family and friends and lived in a generally very accepting community, she came to terms with and became comfortable with her sexuality pretty early on. Once Hana felt more comfortable admitting she was also interested in women (I headcannon her as bisexual), Eloise was there to support her and answer any questions she might have.

The night of the coronation, Eloise painted a portrait of Hana as something to remember her by during their time apart.

Like most of her family, Eloise is a big cat person.

Eloise can speak English, Spanish, French, and also knows a little bit of Latin.

On rainy days, Eloise and Hana like to snuggle together under a blanket and read.

Eloise’s family was very worried about her with everything that happened in Cordonia, but since she’s rather stubborn, she insisted on staying to help her friends. That didn’t keep them from calling her daily to check on her.

[flwrsmyth]

｡୭̥‧₊˚ ┇𝒩𝐄🅆 𝑃𝗢【S】T̴ 𝄒𓏲࣪ . ☄️ 𝄒 p𒀭st ๑ﾟ˛𓍊𓋼

𓂃 ࣪៙͘⸳⭑ࣶࣸ 🅖𝕚𝐯e̲ 𝙕𝙯𝙕﹙ꦿ𝕮ꪹ𝘦𝗱ỉтṡ –ﻌ–ა ָ࣪ ۰ !さ

 𓍊𓋻𓍊 % . . 𝗹𝘪𝗄ȇ̈ ꪮя 𝚛ėb̶𝕝ᴏ𝐠 𖥻 🦚 !? ✫៳! ✸˖ ࣪

[princxsskida]

✦

Kida resonated with the other's worries. All her life, she knew that her eventual purpose would be to take the reins of her father's kingdom, rule their people and protect them. It was a role she would embrace willingly, for she loved her people, but she remembered there were times in her life where the pressure rubbed. The way Kida had coped with it was the pursuit of answers to their people's past, tinkering with old machinery, diving in the many waters to look at old murals, and eventually, scouting beyond the borders of their little pocket beneath the sea.

"Awarness is the first step, I believe," Kida replied, reaching out a hand and placing it on the young woman's shoulder. "You seem to know him well, so I'd say keep listening and tailoring your suggestions for him."

Kida chuckled as the other described the mischief her siblings got up to.

"Well, I can see how that would be frustrating," she admitted.

"Could he be looking for your attention?" Kida asked aloud, more musing than accusing.

✦

Kida smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"This is very mundane but there's a super cool set of magnets in the gift shop," she explained, leaning in conspiratorially. "I love the crystal ones especially."

Her smile widened at the question.

"Why, yes! We host a number of kid-themed programs. There's a tour with a hands-on fossil dig, there's a 'Paint and Sip" inspired by the various paintings in the collection, where we have a kid-friendly spread and sparkling juice..." Kida chattered, pulling out her handful of pamphlets and rifling through them. She produced the one detailing all the children's activities, holding it out.

"Here you go! I love that you're helping him explore his horizons. I wish sometimes that I had some siblings," she sighed, smile turning wistful.

[legends-and-savages]

@acourtcfmuses sent: i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met. (For Kiara from Kovu)

critical role sentence starters !!!| ACCEPTING

A hum from her. "I don't know about that." Kiara said as she looked at him. "But I also think that it is my decision who is good or bad for me."

[honeyedblossom]

closed starter for @ofcelestiials ( utp )

"Oh no," Kiara snickered, forcing themselves to sit upright. "I was definitely paying attention, but just to be sure I had that right, would you mind repeating yourself?"

[inupendii]

Help this is so funny,,

[christinekingston]

She shook her head at Kiara's apology. "You should never been ashamed of your accomplishment. 'Humblebragging' was only created by those that have nothing to show for themselves." Xiu tilted her head in thought, mulling over voicing her curiosity. She hated when people pried into her own life, after all. "May I ask why you're out of practice?"

“Oh! Yeah, I auditioned for that. Got in the company, which is fine. I had a lot of principal roles growing up and it’s a lot of work. I’m too out of practice to tackle something like that. It is kind of strange, though.” Kiara paused, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to be a humble brag. Sounded pretty conceited thinking back on it.”

[proceduralpassion]

I'm The Sky To You

Day 13 of Narcoctober- Create a fanwork in which a character avoids their canonical death.

Character(s): Horacio Carrillo x DEA!Kiara Nash (AU to IWBSS)

CW: violence, blood, gore

WC: ~1.1K

A/N: Horacio girlies, we up!

Kiara took a deep breath and turned to her colleague and lover, “Any last words?”

A rare smirk colors Horacio’s face before he zips himself back into colonel mode, “I’ll want a drink after this.”

“Obviously,” she supplies. Her stomach gives a low growl, as it usually does when she’s in the thick of incursions. She tacks on, as a result, “Maybe some dinner, too.”

“Done,” Carrillo responds. 

She nods and taps back into the radio, getting updates from her DEA companions, Peña and Murphy. They’re back at their usual headquarters after being tipped off about Escobar’s whereabouts. Kiara had been with the Search Bloc on a whim- she was re-questioning some civilians in the neighborhood about some recent signs of cartel violence and met up with them shortly after learning the drug lord’s location from her DEA colleagues. 

Her previous experience as a sniper has her setting up shop in a building down the block from where the Search Bloc would be invading. Once her scope is aligned and she’s in a comfortable position, she’s back to radioing in back to Carlos Hoguin. 

“Talk to me, guys.”

Steve chirps in, “Bird’s already up in the air. You’ll have any updates from them when we do. For now, watch your six.”

“Always,” Kiara returns.

Seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like seconds. Time’s always an illusion when she’s in these moments because she has drilled into her mind that time will become ceaseless if you worry too much about the miniscule things. She mentally keeps her ear to the ground and physically keeps her eye into the scope. She’s looking at any and everything, because anything out of the ordinary is cause for concern.

She’s not sure how much time passes when she zeroes in on the large truck creeping north in position to the Search Bloc. It’s a little a ways, but it’s driving directly in a way that would eventually cut off the Colombian National police vehicles. Even at its slow pace, it’d be at the intersection in two minutes, tops. 

She zaps her radio, “Murph, ask the chopper what’s with the fucking truck?”

Confused, Steve shoots back, “What are you talking about?”

His question is slightly cut off from the officer from the plane, “It’s one of those transport trucks that farmers use to deliver goods to the mercados.”

Kiara ignores the indirect dismissal in his tone and immediately fires back, “Yeah, and that direction is all residential. There’s no reason for it to be coming out of one of the neighborhoods.” 

She doesn’t wait for a response, grabbing her rifle and sprinting down the stairs, jumping off of the last four steps because time’s an illusion until it’s not and every second counts. 

She’s been that person to ignore her gut. To stay quiet for fear of being wrong. For fear of being berated. To look strife dead in the face and pretend it’s invisible because it’s easier than being bold. 

And she could be wrong now. She could go down there, causing a commotion, only for the driver to be some guy on his first night shift who got lost in the convoluting infrastructure of the mountainous urbane. And as she dashes to the Search Bloc officers who have yet to breach the building, she hopes she is wrong. She clears about twenty feet past a random vehicle before it sails into the air in a fiery ball. 

Horacio’s eyes had veered into one of the rearview mirrors and it’s maybe a second before he sees Kiara that she’s thrown into the air and lands on the pavement a few feet from where she originally was. He’s out of the car with lightning speed, his mind not even clicking that this was an ambush. 

Her expression is desperate and her hand is outheld, which he takes. There’s a slight struggle because he intends to lift her up but she’s pulling him away, almost dragging him towards the sidewalk. 

“It’s an ambush.”

Almost like her words were the trigger to a bomb, shots ring out. She’s pulling him even further away and they find cover in a narrow alcove between buildings. They’re sitting ducks within the expanse of the street, almost surrounded from all directions. Kiara and Horacio are shooting in the directions of where they’re most vulnerable, with Horacio killing occupants who’d emerged from the truck and Kiara knocking down shooters from up top. The sound of their bodies hitting the ground below was a nasty squelching she’d probably never forget. 

She hears Peña and Murphy on the radio and maybe their words are somewhere processed into her brain but she recalls nothing they say, and screams into the radio, “We’re fucking pinned down. Send help!”

Kiara spots a truck that’s driving towards the chaos and stoops low to run towards one of the few CNP trucks still standing. It’s an easy hundred feet away, but there’s no sirens, so she aims low for the wheels and shoots bullets that pierce its tires and halts its motion. 

She’d answer for it later if she was wrong about their identity, but she’s slightly discomforted by the fact that the truck hits the reverse and backs out again.

She feels a rough tug of her arm that pulls her back and her ears ring with the sound of Carrillo’s rifle as he annihilates the perp that would be your killer had you still been standing in your previous spot. He hauls her back off the ground and they rush back into their blind spot. 

It’s maybe an instant or two when a dolorous quiet seeps through the air. Most of the shooting’s done. 

Trujillo finishes off the last of the sicarios that have neither died nor fled the scene. 

Corpses from both sides lay strewn across the street and her only relief is that it wasn’t her or Horacio’s.

She hears the sirens now and realizes they may have already been near for them to get there this quick, but it’s only just now that her mind has processed the sound. 

Kiara turns to Horacio, who’s already looking at her. His chest heaves with blood and sweat coloring his face. She didn’t need a mirror to know that she looks just as worse off as him. The pain of her scraped knees and sprained wrist starts to make its presence known as her adrenaline slightly tampers off. Her mind is working overtime with her synapses firing all over the place, what with all the noise, sights, and sensation. 

But even then, her eyes don’t leave his. 

There’s a million words in his stare right now and somehow, she understands each and every one.

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