Jaded | A Striker x Reader Story

Verbal Jab

Striker was waiting for me outside my hotel door when I finally emerged, freshly showered and feeling less hungover. Pulling my hair back into a braid, I said, "What's the plan?"

Gesturing towards the road, he replied, "We need to regroup and find out where the target is going to be next."

"According to our client, they are hosting a gala two weeks from tomorrow," I answered, raising an eyebrow.

Striker crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, "And when did she tell you this?"

"Probably right after she screamed at you on the phone," I couldn't help but quip, "And then hired me."

I had to get him back somehow for pointing a gun in my face last night. A little verbal jab was the least I could do. 

"Then we have two weeks to figure out the layout of the venue." Striker said after a moment, looking almost as if someone had poured sour milk in his coffee for a brief second. 

"It's located in the Lust Ring," I offered, "Some upscale place called La Lune. I brought my car, should we head over there now?"