#i am kicking such a huge hornets nest and running away as fast as my little legs can take me

[a-treatise-on-velociraptors]

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[the-beastslayers-queen]

A Dangerous Game: Chapter 4

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It’s been two weeks since Seth got upset with me. I’ve been on a downward spiral. I’ve been drinking every day, trying to forget his face, his laugh, his smile. But the more I drank, the more I remembered and the more it hurt.

I had been a good fiancé for Drew. I made appearances whenever he needed me too, but for the most part I stayed home. Hell I did the same thing for Finn and he had a feeling I wasn’t in the right state of mind, but gave me space.

“Cat,” I was in bed, an empty bottle of vodka sat on the table next to me, as I heard Finn come into my apartment, “Are you home?”

“I’m up here,” I replied, not leaving my bed, “Why are you here, Finn?”

“I came to check up on you,” he replied as he came up into my bedroom and sat on my bed, “The Club has missed you. Can you come to the meeting tonight?”

“I can make an appearance,” I replied.

“Oh and no more drinking,” Finn added, “I’m cutting you off. I’m going to need your cards and every bottle in your apartment. All the bartenders at Coup and Bullet know not to serve you as does Tama.”

“Damn it,” I groaned, “Alright fine, take my booze away.”

That night, I rolled up with Finn and Becky to our safe house on the outskirts of town to have our meeting with the rest of the Club. It was nice to see everyone. Finn went to sit at the large throne we had set up in the huge living room of the house and I took my place in the small throne next to his. I was struggling with the early signs of a hangover, but I managed.

“Alright,” Finn began to call the meeting to order, “We have a job coming up. We have a heist that I want to have Cat lead. We’re going to be going outside of Orlando for this. We’re taking on the upstarts of the Undisputed Era. They’re a small ring, but they have a lot of pull down south in the Miami area. We have ta remind them not to get ideas of moving north.”

“Which means I’ll need the heavy hitters to come with me to protect me,” I added in as I rose from my throne and paced the length of the room, “We can’t risk losing our potential alliance with McIntyre and his ‘clan’. I have to be protected during this heist.”

“I’m down,” Tama volunteered, “You know I’ll always have your back, girl.”

“I’m in too love,” Pete stepped forward, “I’m up to kicking in some teeth and breaking fingers.”

“What the hell,” Tyler joined Pete, “I’m in too.”

“We’ll tag along too,” Anderson and Gallows stepped up too. We’ll stick with Cat and keep her safe.”

“It’s settled then,” Finn rose from his throne, “Becky and Jordan will stay behind to help me hold down the fort. I also got some word from some old friends that want back into the fold and I have meetings with them tomorrow. We’ll run this heist in two days, so get prepared.”

I was sitting in my apartment the following night after the meeting. Since I had no access to any booze, I decided to get onto my computer. Since I wanted to keep tabs on Seth because I can’t get over him, I decided to boot up my back door I made into his system. I looked through his phone’s files and GPS data to see what he did during our separation.

Automated Message: Get out of Cerberus.

Damn it.

I got out of Cerberus and left his systems alone. I knew for a fact I might have kicked the hornet’s nest with getting into Cerberus. Seth was sure to find out I got in and retaliate. As I shut down my back door, I got a text from Seth.

Seth: You can’t take a hint can you?

Cat: No I can’t obviously. Will you please just hear me out? I’m sorry, alright. I should have told you who I was at the start. I regret that more than anything. But I’m going to let you know, I’m heading out of town for a heist job in Miami. I want to talk to you, face to face, and work this out.

Seth: No. You should have thought about telling me who you really were before I found out, Bálor.

Well, shit.

While I was getting everything ready to go for the Miami job, I was running diagnostics on my invasive program, getting it ready to run to disrupt their systems. That was when I saw trouble in the code. I lost control of the program and it started to run wild and open all of my most private files. The family pictures from Bray. From my upbringing. I even saw my pictures from high school pop up on my screen. That’s when a chat window popped up on my screen.

Automated message: Don’t fuck with Cerberus or you get the Oracle, Catriona.

I immediately kicked into overdrive and began to try to counter Oracle. I ran every kill program I could to flush Oracle out of my computer, I was not going to let Seth win this fight. I wrote new lines of code, trying to create a defensive program to get Oracle out of my systems. I didn’t want Seth to find these pictures I kept on my computer. I didn’t want him to find mine and Finn’s parents. I didn’t want to find my past of being a squeaky clean kid.

Once my counter program was live, Oracle was stomped out at last. I leaned back in my chair and breathed a sigh of relief at knowing that I beat Seth to finding my parents’ pictures on my computer.

Cat: This means war, Rollins. Those pictures are private. Oracle will not be breaking in again I promise.

Seth: Then don’t start a war with me, Catriona. Or I will go deeper.

“Are ye alright, lass,” Drew asked, seeing I was distracted. I was out with Drew tonight at his nightclub, Glasgow Kiss.

“Yeah,” I replied, “Just a lot on my mind. I was hacked last night. I wasn’t expecting it and it’s been on my mind.”

“That’s too bad,” Baron commented from his seat across from Drew, “Did you lose any data?”

“No,” I replied, “The attacker got into and viewed files I’ve kept private for years.”

“Do you want me to get Alexa to track the attacker down for Joe to take out,” Drew asked.

“No it’s okay,” I placed my hand on his chest to reassure him I had it handled, “I built up my firewalls and created my own defender program to keep out future hackers.”

Drew dropped the conversation at that point and he decided to kiss me. I was thrown for a loop at the sudden sign of affection. I also wanted to barf because his breath tasted like nothing but scotch, and I hated scotch with a passion. But I knew better than to pull away, so I gave into him.

“So you’ll be heading up the Bálor heist in Miami,” Drew asked.

“Yeah I am,” I answered him, “Did Finn tell you?”

“Aye, he did,” Drew replied, “Be careful, I don’t want to be a widow before I get to marry you, lass.”

I was able to get everything operational once again after Seth attacked my servers and invaded my computer. But right now we were down in Miami, ready to run this heist. I was stationed in my tactical van I had all of my equipment in to hack into the Undisputed Era’s security systems. I had Gallows and Anderson with me while Tama, Pete, and Tyler worked instead to steal what we needed from these four jewel thieves.

“Alright don’t bust in until I get their security system down,” I warned the three men as I began to break into their servers, “This should only take a minute.”

“Work fast, girl,” Tama called over the radio, “We need to get this done fast.”

I worked as fast as I could and I was struggling to get into their security grid. But I managed to get in and I worked on shutting it down. Once it was down, I made quick work to create a false feed of their cameras and sensors to make sure no alarms were sounded.

“Alright we’re clear,” I called over the radio, “Get to work, fellas.”

Gallows and Anderson stood guard over the van as I kept working to hide our presence from UE. We couldn’t risk any one of us on this job. The loot from this heist would help us out for several months to keep all of our businesses afloat. Since it was fall, not a lot of tourists come down to Orlando so we don’t make ridiculous amounts of money at the club and my bar doesn’t get tourists that often to begin with.

While I was working, I heard a noise off in the bushes not far from the van and I got nervous.

“Anderson, Gallows,” I poked my head out of the van, “I heard something in the bushes, can you check it out?”

“Yeah sure,” Anderson replied, “Stay in the van, Cat.”

I nodded and the pair wandered to check the brush for the source of the noise. I left the door open and had my pistol at the ready if I get ambushed with them gone. I was hard at work again when I heard the cocking of a gun. I turned around to find Roderick Strong standing at the van doors, his gun drawn on me. Before I could grab my pistol I hear the bang and I fall back from the impact of the bullet, feeling it rip through my right shoulder. I screamed out in pain as it felt like everything on the right side of my body was lit on fire.

“Cat,” I heard Gallows shout as he saw Roderick with his gun drawn. Gallows drew his pistol and put a bullet through Strong’s knee cap and got onto the radio, “Dunn, Bate, and Tonga get back to the van. We’re getting Cat out of here. She’s been shot.”

“Shit,” I heard Tama over the radio as I cried out in pain as Anderson got into action to work on stopping my bleeding, “Finn is going to kill us for this.”

I was fading in and out as we all pulled away from the UE hideout. I knew we’d have to go see the Doc to get me patched up. As we sped away onto the highway back to Orlando when I grabbed onto Anderson’s wrist.

“Call Seth,” I breathed weakly, “Tell him what happened.”

And with that, I passed out.

When I came to, I was laid up in a bed in a dimly lit basement. This meant I was at the Doc’s makeshift ER. Since we don’t want to draw attention to our line of work, we go to an off-the-books surgeon. He’s 100% neutral and works with every gang in Orlando to patch us up.

“Good you’re up,” the Doc came into view and began to check over my stitches he used to close me up, “You’re lucky you got shot where you were shot and it was a through and through.”

“How long am I going to be out of commission,” I asked him, “You can be honest with me, Shawn.”

“It’ll be a couple months of you being in a sling before I consider allowing you to go through physical therapy,” he replied, “Your overall heal time is going to be around 5-6 months. So you’ll be very limited for now.”

“Thanks,” I replied, “Are you going to give me a script for pain killers? I do not want opioids for this, just Tylenol would work for me.”

“Yeah I got you some 300 mgs of Tylenol that should do wonders,” he handed me the pill bottle, “Oh and there’s someone here to see you too. He’s been waiting for you to wake up.”

“Is it Finn,” I asked him.

“Actually no,” he replied, “It’s Seth Rollins of all people. I would have thought Finn or Drew would be here to see you when you would wake up. Do you want me to let him in?”

“Might as well,” I sighed before groaning in pain from my shoulder, “I’m sure he finally wants to talk to me after the disagreement and cyber fight we had before I went to Miami.”