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Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 1: Drug Projectile

Masterlist

Another Part Of Me - Michael Jackson

"KILL YOURSELF, MORON", a driver shouts at you after you jolted your foot down on the gas pedal, acting like you've got 9 fucking lives. Breaking all traffic laws known to Los Angeles. you drift through three different red lights. The sound of hundreds of cars honking at you is music to your ears.

"CAN'T YOU SEE ! You're just another part of me HEE HEE"; you sang with the song on the radio as you drift-parked in front of Waffle House. You see a familiar face in a yellow jacket and dirty blue jeans, leaning on the trunk of his silver pony car. You open your driver's car door and slam it loud enough for him to get startled and look over your way.

He drops his cigarette and furrows his eyebrow. Looking at you walk towards him like a total model. A tight, short skirt. 8-inch black boot heels that are sharp enough to kill. A dusty white tank top, and a long white trench coat that you let dangle down your shoulders, making it look like a cape.

Your left hand is occupied by a mini Lady Dior white Cannage Lambskin bag, worth the tuition fees of three private university students. You radiate fashion with your pink-white heart-shaped sunglasses at the brick of your nose to your neatly styled fresh out-of-salon hair. "Heyyy Ricky. got the goodies I need?" You walk towards his trunk, watching him open the back. "yeah yeah princess, I got you.

The trunk reveals a few bags of nameless drugs, which come in a variety of different colors. Blue, white, and even pink.

Beside it, a pack of a c4 explosives. Your eyes scan the amount of wires attached around the sides of the explosive. "you know this cost twice that thing." He scoffs and nudges your purse. "fucking excuse you, this bad baby cost more than your fuckin net worth, TWICE." You hug your bag at your chest. he rolled his eyes and placed his hand on his hips then sighed.

"Cash App or Zelle?" he looks at you with one raised eyebrow. Lowkey looking like the rock meme. "just Cash." You smile softly at him, showing a brown bag supposedly full of cash.

Sirens echo from behind. "Step away from the car." a police officer demands, a few metres from where you and Rick are parked. There were two of them, they might've been watching for a good while. You gaze towards the officer facing them as Rick sighs in frustration and looked down at his trunk.

"Ola señor, como esta?" you confidently laugh while raising your hands to your side. "Ma'am, please step away from the car." the officer said again. "h-heyy what's wrong officers? It's a good night ain't it, it's best we chill, no?" you lent out your hand and raised your eyebrow, clearly not trying to rizz up the police. "Just do it now, ma'am. nobody needs to get hurt if you just-" The police's shout got cut off as Rick holds your neck back and plants the muzzle of his gun at your head.

The two police draw their guns in reflex but to their confusion, you're laughing. "oh gyat dayum-" you hug your purse to your chest. "Take it easy buddy," the police aimed his gun towards Rick. "you don't wanna do that." The other police continued.

"oh fuck yeah, I wanna do this. I'll kill this bitch and then kill the both of you bastards" Rick shouted in defense. "oh no he don't, officer, he just playin." You wheezed and waved your hand jokingly. "oh hell no i ain't playing." Rick's grip got tighter and the the muzzle shifted to the side of your eyes.

"yes he is-"

"No, I'm not"

"YES he is"

"IM NOT PLAYIN" Rick shouts back, looking at you with horrified eyes. "drop the gun, Now" the officer demanded. "aw come on officer, just go back to your car and leave. He's just playin' dawg." you smiled and pointed at the police car. "I can't do that ma'am, alright? you're in danger" the officer gripped his gun tighter as you scoff.

"I'm gonna blow this bitch's head all over and paint the floor with her blood!" Rick threatened, you gave him a funny look. "not on my purse..right?" you tilt your head to look at him. He sharply stares at the officer, not answering you. His silence makes your smile drop. "..not on my purse..right?"

"just turn the fuck around and go get back inside your car, asshole. buy some fucking donuts." Rick clucked his gun and aimed it back to your head, loosened his grip. You sighed and rubbed the knuckles of your hand. "alright officer, you see, we're good pals. Lemme go on and talk to him alright? We homie, officer" you raised your hand to the police, gesturing for them to calm down. You swiftly faced Rick, and punch his lower jaw hard enough that a tooth bolts out of his mouth. His body limped to the ground, not making a sound.

You raise your hand to the side of your head now facing and standing alone in front of the officers who are now drawing the gun at you. "alright? cool?" you reassured the policemen. "He's down, now guns down, no hostage situation alright? now can you get inside your car-" "I'm sorry, ma'am you'll have to put your hands behind your head and get on the floor." the officer stated again.

Your mouth falls agape ,slightly offended. "I ain't takin no orders from your ugly ass, unless you're Leon Kennedy then I might consider!" you shout as you point at them. "just put your hands in the fucking air!" the other officer yelled. "sir, everything is cool, I.. I uh" you paused and looked at both of them in the eyes.

You gestured your eyes telling them to move. But they both seemed confused. They didn't get the hint of your eyes. Then suddenly, Rick looked up from the ground, shooting two of the officer in the legs. They both groaned in pain and dropped their guns.

You jumped over Rick's limping body towards your car, which received another groan from him. you slid through the front cabin and towards the shotgun, quickly grabbing the revolver that you stored in the dashboard. You ran and bent in front of the police, aiming your gun at Rick who took cover behind his car. "I fuckin TOLD you to just get in the car." you bent to his level, he grunts in annoyance and pain.

Rick managed to get inside his car and got out of the lot and towards the main road. you shot the back wheels making his car wobble uncontrollably. With three bullets left, you shot the trunk open and ran to get a closer position, jumping from one car to another (suprisingly swiflty with your 8 inch heels) you shot one bullet and heard him shouting.

"MATE, I'VE GOT A FUCKING C4. STOP SHOOTING" Rick opens the driver's door and jumped out of the car as you shot your last bullet directly at the c4 from afar,creating a huge explosion hitting the red lights followed by honkings from civilians on the scene.

"Fuck yeah!" you swayed your hair, dropping your gun down to your coat pocket, running towards Rick's staggered body to stomp on him with your 8-inch boot heels, you knock him out cold.

"oh Rick, you're so babygirl," you say kneeling down on him "if only you weren't on the FBI's most wanted list." Cuffing his wrist behind him and heaving him like a duffle bag. Lifting a heavy weight like this is no problem for you, it's simply child's play. you're a strong woman with an inhuman power but still execute things in a stylish way.

You walked out of the scene with fire, chaos, and people chattering in the background, "Chief, this is (Y/N). Your Amazon wishlist is wrapped and ready to mail." you said into your earpiece.

[FBI public Department ]

"He was wanted! why should I get demoted?!" you aggressively pointed down on your Major Colonel's desk. "I saw odds, I risked it. that ain't public destruction. That's an obstute mission execution." You pursed your fingers like a mad Italian when they see someone bifurcate spaghetti to fit inside the pot.

"(Y/N), your actions for the last mission were supposed to be stealthy. You caused a whole fucking commotion; I had to convince the LAPD it was- oh for fuck's sake I've had enough for you." He rubbed his temples in annoyance, facing the American flag with exactly 50 stars.

"nobody can fucking do the job, I did it fucking well and you know that, chief." You gripped your fist and held it to your chest.

"That motherfucker Maddie can't even stay undercover for 5 minutes, bitch got held hostage and I saved her ass. Kate Laswell got surrounded by some fucking Russians in her mission trying to catch Makarov, I saved her ass. For fucks sake I even got the fucking intel for Hadir's location."

You shift yourself towards the side of the chief. "YOU got blackmailed by those Serbians because you forgot to turn on your VPN whilst trying to access a public WiFi to beat your meat-"

"Fucking enough, (y/n)." you flinched as Chief Artofay raised his voice at you, facing you and walked towards you. "you get the fuck out of my office or I'll fucking axe you out of this fucking department for greater fucking good. You choose." He glared at you with dark eyes. "I notified General Sheperd about your demotion," He continue "There's a spot for you, finally I can take a fucking break from all your bullshit!" he hissed. you rolled your eyes as he looked outside his window, "not that old fat fuck" you muttered beneath your breath.

"What was that?" he turns to you, glaring again. "Nothing, Chief." You bit your tongue. There was a slight silence between the two of you. You didn't like it. The thought of being replaced was never imaginable for you. It's surprisingly making you sad.

"Then what the fuck are you doing here, get the fuck out of my office!" He slammed a folder full of papers to his desk and shouted at you to get out of his sight. "YOU DIDN'T FUCKING DISMISS ME" You snatched the folder and raged out of his office, slamming the door behind.

"FUCK YOU, (Y/N)" his last regards could be heard from outside his office. You scoffed and look down at the folder. A policeman seemed concerned of the fuss, he looked at you funny. "the fuck you looking at, pendejo?!" you taunt them away.

[ Task Force 141 - in some foresty desert-looking environment. ]

You clutched your Kate Spade Jacquard duffle bag and your pink Michael Kors Lady Travel suitcase. Grunting in annoyance while also walking towards the gate of the base with your pink Steve Madden espionage 8-inch heels you bought to watch Barbie with your friends. You have your white top, pink blazer, and pink short linen skirt all from different expensive brands you mindlessly bought. Taking another sip from your Starbucks coffee before tossing it into the trash, you cross your arms to your chest and knocked at the security glass window.

"Hellooooo?" you tapped furiously with your long acrylic nails. "is anyone here? I'm sent by the old fat fuck- I mean General Sheperd." You grew impatient. "HELLO? ay, Por Dios-" You rummage through your Birkin bag to get your phone.

"Security is at switch. No one's there." a deep voice from your back startled you to death.

"JESUS FUCKING-" you fisted your grip and let go again. A 6'2 guy with an odd skull face leaned against the door frame, looking slightly down at you. He has his arms crossed to his chest, he stood and sighed. "That's not a nice way to talk about your superiors, (Y/N) (L/N)." He said coldly. You scoffed. "Who cares." You turn around to the security window again. "You're supposed to follow me" the guy stated again, looking at you in confusion.

"And who are you exactly supposed to be?" you suspiciously pointed at him. He stops in his tracks and tilts his head looking at you. "it's classified." He coldly said.

"..you're the black skully?" you tilted your head, playing the guessing game. "No." His voice grew with a hint of irritation.

"the dark noggin?" you place your finger to your chin. "No i-"

"OH, black Thanatos!" You sway your hand proudly. "you know what stop-" he turns to you, now seriously pissed

"Grim Reaper!" you point at him, flashing a little of the shiny acrylic nails.

"I'm Ghost-" "You are?! This place is haunted-" he furrowed his eyebrow and walks towards you trying to assert dominance. "NO bloody fucking hell. My callsign, Ghost." He places his hand on his hip and sighs in annoyance.

"WOW, You are?!" you tilt your head a little in sarcasm, pretending to be amazed. "Actually, yeah it..shows." your face dropped uninterested and swift. He groaned and turned around again. "you can stay here for the rest of the night or fucking follow me, that's your call." he states. You shrug. You follow him anyways while dragging your stuff.

[cafeteria.]

"Boys, introducing our new recruit. (Y/N)(L/N)." The so-called captain places himself on a stool and sips his coffee. There was a slight pause with silence between the five of them. One of the guys broke the silence by coughing which caught your attention. "Is this some kind of new transfer student being forced to introduce themself in front of the class scenario?" you cooed. "if you want it to look like that, yeah." The guy with a mohawk leaned himself to the counter and snickered to another dude.

"Okay, what's your name then uh?" you crossed your arm and tilt your head, gazing at him. His smile dropped when he saw your gesture, you took over the atmosphere. "..Soap Mactavish. They call me Soap on station." you puffed your cheeks, and laughed like a hawk "the fuck who signed their name Soap? And who are you? shampoo?" you point at the dude beside Soap." oh I'm Gaz," Soap snickers with muffled laughter.

you nodded, trying to mentally take notes of everyone's name. "uhhuh uhuh..." You knew Ghost'slready. But he was nowhere to be found in the cafeteria "..and you're the captain here?" you turned to the guy beside you. He places down his mug and clears his throat.

"yes, Captain Price-"

"rice?" you squinted your eyes

"no, Pri-"

"Spice?" he bit his bottom lip when you said that.

"no, its captain Price-"

"Lice?" you tilted your head.

"PRICE, (Y/N) get your head out of your ass for once so you can HEAR." Ghost suddenly came out of nowhere snapping his last straw. You raised both of your hands in defense. "Price, are you sure she's supposed to be here-" You snapped your head towards Ghost who doubted you.

"Fuck you mean by that," you walk towards him as the sound of your heels echo. "Trust me you want this bad bitch on your side, Ghostie."

You glared back at Ghost.

"correct- (y/n) Is a well-trained soldier that worked right below Chief Artofay. She's also the intel behind Hadir's location." Captain Price voices your past successes. "no shit, tell this Casper boy more about me capt. So he won't mess with this bad bitch, uh." You crossed your arms to your chest in pride, facing Ghost who has his eyebrow raised. Soap and Gaz wheezed at the 'Casper'.

"She saved Kate Laswell from Makarov's circumjancet." Price smiled as you nodded toward Ghost proudly. "Fuck yeah tell em more, capt." you glared sharper to his eyes, feeling your ego well fed.

"also almost got fired due to her reckless aggression in Rick's illegal explosive and drug sales." Price smirked behind you. "uhuh yeah tell him tha- wait what" Your eyes widen and turned around to face Price. "No no, capt don't tell em that part-" You pointed your acrylic nails towards him slightly embarrassed. This made Ghost chuckle.

"Okay, that's enough talking. so.. (y/n) you're in a task force. What callsign do you want?" Captain Price took out a paper out of a folder reading through it. You were about to voice your nickname but was cut off.

"Barbie" Gaz snickered. "Oh this Barbie ain't just Barbie, it's Barbenheimer." you chuckle in sarcasm. "shortie." Ghost exclaims while looking down at your heels. "the fuck did you just call me, Casper?" You tilt your head disturbingly to him. "The heels..take 'em off. You're probably 5'4 without them." You could feel him smirking behind his balaclava. This caused a burst of friendly laughter amongst the cafeteria which sulked you down in annoyance.

"That's a surprisingly good question though. You haven't wrote your callsign for the task force. You'll need one." Price shows you your paper. The 'callsign' column was empty.

You think about it for a second, looking at your Pandora rings, then you held your Swarovski necklace. A brief moment afterward, you looked up at Price and smiled.

"My callsign is... Dior." You gave a smug smile and put your obsession of expensive brands to the field. "Great. Let's get your adjustments then."

A/N: I'm still trying to settling in with tumblr, I'm really new at this thing so forgive me for my mistakes </3

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