Failures
The lights of buildings flashed by, and you watched each car you sped by as well. You were on your way to Ivy tower, you had on leggings and thicker jeans over top of that. You had a jacket as well, but nothing too special underneath. Wesley was sat next to you, your rifle sat by your feet. Nothing was said between the two of you, but it was somewhat comfortable.
Bee, though, had been weird the last few days since your video call. He had, though, given you a few small updates throughout the day and sent you little pictures of things that reminded him of you. You pulled your phone out and opened the most recent one that you had yet to open. It was a picture of a cat climbing on a dumpster, though you figured the dumpster part wasn't too important, and you smiled. It looked so nice and soft, and he even had a message with it.
D<[ It followed me inside so I decided to take it in, what should I name him? ]
Y<[ Fitzgerald, Fitzy for short, and that is the cutest lil kitty ever!! I need to come see him some time!! Uuurgh is he soft? Cuddly? Please tell me he sleeps with you ]
You were still smiling when you saw Wesley glance at you and you put your phone down, glancing away from him. You felt him shift next to you. The car slowed to a stop just outside of a building, and he stepped out.
"Wait here for 10 minutes and then come up. Francis will lead you," and he exited.
You watched his back, he pulled out his phone just as he entered the building.
D<[ Yes, he's very cuddly. I had to change my suit jacket because of his fur. Either way, Josies? Tomorrow night? ]
Y<[ Yeah, what time? ]
You had to hold in your squeal while you looked at Francis, who seemed bored as ever. You opened your regular messaging app.
- Hey Karen, would you n Foggy be able to show up to Josies tomorrow night? Bee wants to meet up and I trust him, but we gotta be safe right?
K - Of course! Oh my gosh, I was going to ask if you wanted to go either way, but yes definitely. We will 100% be ready to beat someones ass for you!! How's the hunting been going?
You giggled at that. Ever since that night with Bee on the phone, you and Karen had gotten a whole lot closer. There were more small texts throughout the day and you spent more time talking to her before work. You double checked your messages with Bee and he still hadn't answered, which was rather weird for this time of day, but you figured it was nothing. It was still only 7:30 or so, and he seemed to have some CEO type job or something, maybe he was dealing with something.
"It's been ten minutes, I'll show you the way," you glanced up and watched Francis get out of the car, opening your door for you. You put your phone in your pocket and picked up your rifle, stepping out and slinging it over your back. You followed him, starting the climb up the stairs instead of taking the elevator.
By the time you reached the top that you could get, you went back into the building at the same time that Wesley was stepping out of the elevator. Francis and Wesley shared a few words before Francis left.
"Follow," was the only word Wesley said to you. Biting your tongue, you did as he asked. He led you through a few doors and hallways before coming to an emergency exit stairwell and started climbing them to the roof. When you got through, you were surprisingly hidden, and you had a small area set up so you could either lay prone or kneel while waiting for the shot.
"What time is he supposed to come through and what's he wearing?" You asked, walking over and setting up shop. You placed down the rifle before opening up your carrying bag, putting together a few pieces to turn it from a regular hunting rifle to something far more military level. Sliding the scope into place, you checked alignment before lying down and doing a quick check of everything.
"He'll appear wearing an all white suit, our employer will be wearing all black. Please distinguish the two. They should be four floors from the roof, third window from the left," he pointed, just crouching over you. "They should be arriving within the next hour," you scoffed, turning on him.
"You've got me here an hour before my- before he's supposed to be here?" You exclaimed, voice rising with each word. He raised his eyebrows and you stood. "I've got a deal with your employer, and you should know the terms of it very well, considering your supposed to watch me!" You huffed, your mind racing with what could very possibly be a set up.
"Tell me again who is-"
"No you don't get to say anything!" You shouted. "You might be getting paid good money for this but I'm getting zilch!" You pressed in on him, shoving your finger into his chest. "I am sick and tired of you getting your stupid little way every single time. All you do is belittle me and try to control me, and I'm done with it!" He stared straight down into you, eyes flickering to your throat for a second before coming back up. You swallowed thickly, opening your mouth.
He grabbed your throat, stopping you in your tracks and making your thighs clench.
"No, girl, you will listen to me," he growled, any amusement lost in his eyes as he pushed you back, your back running into the edge of the rooftop. "You will do what I say, do you understand me? Right now, I am in control, whether your stupid little brain wants it or not and from the looks of it you like it a little more than you should, don't you?" You clenched your jaw, eyes flickering away from him.
He grabbed your jaw with his other hand, forcing your lips into a pucker.
"Look at me," he pressed forward and his scent was dizzying, your eyes drooping heavily as he squeezed your neck, sending a rush through your head momentarily. "You are going to do your job and when we get downstairs we are going to talk about what is expected of you, ok?" He pouted mockingly, tilting his head. You nodded, brain foggy. "No, I want you to say it," his squeezed again, this time not letting go.
You opened your mouth and all that came out was a short whine, your cunt throbbing at this point. Your face was so hot, cheeks throbbing as you fought to open your eyes.
"Ok," you finally got out and he let go, allowing you to drop down to your knees, attempting to catch yourself on the railing of the roof. You looked up at him and saw something in his eyes, but you couldn't place it.
He turned and stalked away from you and you rubbed your throat, stroking the little pearl as well. Swallowing you turned back to the scope, setting up for a long hour of waiting.
As it turned out, it was only 45 minutes. In that time, you were able to breathe out the fog in your head, which you deduced was little spouts of subspace. God, you really needed to get laid, and soon.
Following the man in white with your scope you announced; "He's here," with some spout of hope that maybe Wesley would have left. It disappeared when he responded with an affirmative, not giving you the permission to take the shot yet. You watched as a few more people trickled in before it became a full out party, keeping track of the man who was quite literally sticking out like a sore thumb.
"Didn't get the memo, I guess," you muttered under your breath, which you think got a small chuckle from Wesley, from the little cough that he gave out, clearing his throat a little too harshly afterwards. Everyone else was wearing black, except for him, apparently. You adjusted your grip, watching as everyone finally sat down before the big bald man, who you assumed was your bad guy employer, smacked the glass of his wine a few times. You could see his mouth moving and wanted to know what he was saying, but figured it was cheap shit anyways.
"On my mark, you're going to shoot. 3,"
Everyone's head turned to look at the man in white, who seemed like he'd seen a ghost.
"2,"
Well, he was going to be a ghost, but Jesus why was Wesley sounding familiar right now?
"1,"
Your finger shifted onto the trigger and you watched while a bunch of men in white suits seemed to tackle Rigoletto, taking a figure around him.
"Hold off, hold off!" Wesley shouted, grabbing onto you after your finger had pulled from the trigger.
You turned to look at Wesley, who was holding his hand up to his ear, nodding a few times. Pulling his hand down, he took a deep breath and cursed sharply, jaw working.
You looked through the scope and watched as the men guided him away from the party, keeping an armed guard around him.
"So," you started in the car, "who's the mole?"
Wesley side-eyed you, shifted his crossed legs. He didn't open his mouth, but that was a strong enough yes for you. You looked back out the window.
"Am I going to get a new assignment or am I sticking with this one until it's done?"
"You know a little too much at this point, you're going to have to be the one to make the shot," he snapped and you rolled your eyes. Moody ass.
Pulling out your phone, you finally responded to Karen.
- Went shit. We tried to catch this one fat looking squirrel but it got away, seems like we've been chasing it for forever but can't seem to catch it, even with regular traps and everything.
K- See, I told you that you should've brought me! I would've helped so so much!
You smiled at that, wiping your hands off on your pants.
- I've been on my way home for a while now, should be home soon. I'll try not to be too loud when I get in, ok?
K - kk
You turned your phone off and glanced at Wesley, who was typing on his own phone. You shifted back and stretched, arching your back and letting out a groan at each pop that came out of it. When you relaxed, he was looking at you hard, phone forgotten in his lap, eyes looking you up and down. You bit your lip.
Shifting slightly, you glanced out the window, turning back to see Wesley no longer looking at you, his stature once again perfect. You checked your phone.
D<[ Maybe, say, 8:30? ]
Y<[ 8:30 it is ]