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[oasisbloom]

she watched the clock intently.  mister nine was thirty seconds over and counting.  hand hovering over her pistol,  she earnestly hoped that her partner would magically appear,  objective completed.  vivi was no fighter,  but she was the best driver that baroque works could ever hope to have.  the position afforded her some semblance of security.  safe in her vehicle,  she was only ever required to get her hands dirty if it seemed like things were really getting out of hand.  as the seconds turned into minutes,  she was getting the creeping sensation that shit was most definitely hitting the fan.

had you asked her a couple of years ago,  vivi would have never imagined herself in this position.  there were winding roads that lead her to becoming a baroque works agent,  all of which pained her to even think about.  there were days when she couldn’t even recognize herself in the mirror.  still,  she had long since put all her eggs into one basket.  there was no turning back,  even if she wanted to. 

she ended her waiting game the moment the third minute passed.  every other assignment had gone off without a hitch.  together with mister nine,  she had quite the reputation.  she had full confidence in her partner but for him to be stalled meant that there was trouble brewing. vivi popped open the driver’s door,  gun tucked gently into its holster.  the towering mansion only had a handful of lights on and she only had a vague idea of its layout.  she was the getaway driver,  for god’s sake!  as she approached,  she noticed that the front door was ajar.  nine had been instructed to go through the second floor window.

there had to be others here.  // @pilawforhire

vivi swallowed the lump in her throat,  nudging the door open with her toe.  the stench of blood hit her like a brick.  on either side of the door were two incapacitated guards---  a fact that might not have concerned her if she didn’t notice that they were definitely not taken down by mister nine.  before she could inspect the bodies further,  the sound of furniture breaking caught her attention.  without hesitation,  vivi headed towards the source of the sound,  coming to stop right in front of where she assumed was the library.

inside,  she noted several armed individuals stuck in a standstill,  mister nine among them.  she recognized a few others whether it be by face or outfit.  were they all really after the same guy?  he was meant to be a brutal example of what happens to snitches.  her blood ran cold.  it would be advantageous for her to not make herself known,  but she wasn’t too sure that nine could hold up on his own while she formulated a plan.  wouldn’t it be nice if everyone could just get along and agree to kill their target together and then split the benefits after?  she almost made herself laugh. the tension was suffocating.  the only one speaking was the man of the hour,  a sweaty,  ragged mess who was trying to convince this hoard of trained assassins to not do the one thing they were being paid to do.  she had the feeling that his begging was getting him nowhere.  

“ oh,  screw this, “  she heard mister nine say,  his snooty drawl unmistakable.  vivi wasn’t much of a curser but there was no stopping her from uttering a distinct,  “ shit. “ 

in a blink of an eye,  all hell broke loose.  vivi charged the door,  making a bee line for mister nine.  he was in the middle of clubbing a thug in the face when he finally noticed her,  a look of relief on his face.  there would be time for well deserved thank yous later.  among a hurricane of splinters and broken glass,  she dove for cover behind an overturned coffee table only to feel a searing pain run through her leg.  she hissed,  immediately clutching the wound.  vivi drew her leg close,  wincing at the damage.  she was no doctor but she knew that no exit hole meant that the bullet was still in there somewhere.  just her luck.  blood seeped through her fingers as she applied pressure to her leg. 

she had to get to nine.  there as no way this was how they were going out.  vivi crawled in the general direction of her partner,  using the rows of shelves as more cover.  the pain was getting to her head.  this was why she was the driver.  but maybe after all of this,  she’d give that little snitch a piece of her mind.