Life of a Street Fighter

France

The next morning she hauled her suitcases out to the car that was waiting for them outside. She had barely gotten any sleep last night and now her eyelids were heavy and she fell into a lucid sleep, sleeping although she was aware distantly of what was happening around her. She slept like that all the way to the airport, on one side of the car while Gabe sat on the other.
It wasn't until she had gone through airport security that she noticed the looks the other two were sending her. Gabe kept looking at her with a touch of concern in his eyes, whole Luke openly glared at her. None of them spoke a word until they were on the plane.
"So, have you ever flown on a plane before?" Gabe asked, leaning over towards her.
"What do you think?" Scarlett replied tiredly.
"You seemed pretty well going through airport security" he pointed out.
"Only because I was half asleep" she retorted sarcastically.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asked sympathetically.
"Yes. Now shut up so I can go to sleep" she said in annoyance.
Gabe gave a little laugh and leaned back in his seat.
Scarlett only stayed awake long enough to take in the view once they were up in the air before falling onto a dreamless sleep.
What seemed like 10 minutes, later she was being shaken awake rudely by Luke. "Wake up" he snapped.
"Jesus, why are you so rude?" Scarlett asked, opening her eyes and stretching.
"Because I'm human" he said in a flat voice.
"That line only works if you have some emotion in your voice" she replied, standing up and following him off the plane. "Where's Gabe?" Scarlett asked.
"Securing our ride" Luke replied in a voice that said stop-talking-to-me.
"Okayy. Don't get so work up" she muttered under her breath.
"I can hear you" he replied without turning around.
"Never said you couldn't" she snapped back.
"Just shut up" he growled in a low voice.
Scarlett rolled her eyes, ignoring the twinge of pain from her eye.
Luke walked over to the bag terminal where two men in black suits stood, looking like they were trying to be ordinary business men. It didn't work. They stood too errectly and their eyes were constantly looking around. Gabe stood next to them, staring out the window, but turned around as Luke approached.
"Hey Scarlett, I see you didn't kill Luke when he woke you up. Such a shame" he said with a small smile, an apology in his eyes.
"Whatever" she muttered, not missing the look of disappointment in his eyes.
"Are we all set?" Luke snapped, looking paused off.
"Yup, we packed all the luggage already so we're all set to go" Gabe said happily for some unknown reason.
"Then let's move. We don't have all day" Luke said, slinging his carry on bag over his shoulder.
Scarlett remained silent as they walked out of the airport and into the car. The two men in black suits sat in the front seats, while Luke, Scarlett and Gabe sat squished in the backseat. No window seat for me, Scarlett thought moodily.
Her mood improved though as she saw some of the more famous icons though, the Arc de Triumph, the Louvre, and Notre Dame.
The car turned onto another street and gave Scarlett a good view of the Eiffel Tower, which had been hidden by buildings before. "Hey look!" Gabe said excitedly.
"Uh, huh, kinda hard not to see-" Scarlett replied, a muffled thump interrupting her. "Did you hear that?"
To her right, Luke gave a low groan making her head snap towards him. Blood was pouring from a hole in his stomach, and his hand was covered with blood as he tried to stop the flow of blood.
"Holy shit" Scarlett breathed quietly then immediately yelled. "Luke's been shot!"
Reacting quickly, Gabe tossed her a yellow cotton jacket, that had been sitting in the car pocket. "Here, press that against him! Louie, how close is the nearest hospital and how much trouble will you get in if you break several speeding laws?!" Gabe asked, yelling.
"Who cares about speeding laws, Luke could die if he goes to slow!" Scarlett shouted, as she non-to-gently pulled Luke's hand off his stomach and pressed the jacket onto it, making him spasm in pain and grimace.
"How touching of you to care about my welfare" he grasped in a pained voice.
Scarlett frowned and pressed the jacket harder against his stomach, making him wince again. "Don't talk, you need to save your strength" she said.
"Chill, this isn't the first time I've been shot" he said.
"Yeah, well I don't want this time to be the last" she replied. Why was he telling her to chill when he was the one who had been shot?! "Hurry up!" Scarlett yelled at the driver over her shoulder as the blood had started to seep through the jacket to her fingers.
She couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw the driver roll his eyes at her in the rearview mirror as he pressed his foot down on the accelerator.
Minutes later, after she thought Luke had died three times, because he stopped talking and appeared not to be breathing, they arrived at the hospital where the black suited man in the front passenger seat, leaped out and rushed inside before the car had even stopped moving.
Still in the car, Scarlett stared anxiously at the door, wishing they would hurry up and send someone, because she didn't dare risk moving Luke out of the car.
Finally though, someone did arrive, and Luke was quickly escorted into the hospital on a stretcher. Scarlett heaved a sigh of relief and then felt a hand touch her shoulder. She jumped and turned around. "You ok?" Gabe asked.
"Yeah" she replied, looking down at herself and realizing that her fingers and shirt were bloody. "Ugh" she muttered.
"Ready to go?" Gabe asked.
"Um...aren't you forgetting that Luke just got shot?" Scarlett replied testily.
"Nah, he's gonna be fine. Besides there's not much that we can do and he doesn't like people hanging around when they could be completing a mission" Gabe said with a snort.
"Oh, in that case I guess we could go..." she said, still slightly hesitant.
"Good, Louie and Mike are staying her to check up with the boss and give him updates on Luke's condition so we're on our own, getting to the apartment" Gabe said, backing out of the backseat and sliding onto the front.
"Mm-kay" she replied.
Gabe started the car while Scarlett tried to ignore the bloodstains on the seat next to her. She realized she was still holding the jacket in her right hand and quickly tossed it onto the seat next to her, grimacing at the blood on her hand.
She looked up and saw Gabe meeting her eyes in the rearview mirror but they quickly cut away after they met eyes for a split second.
A few minutes later, they arrived at an apartment that was three floors high and stretched out, with little porches that had flower pots filled with pink or yellow flowers hanging from. "Uh, Gabe, do you think that the blood on my shirt might attract attention?" Scarlett asked, before she got out of the car.
"Ooh, right" he said, making a face. "Here" he said, pulling off his blue windbreaker and tossing it to her. "You need it more than I do"
Scarlett quickly pulled it on and zipped it up, even though it was a little big on her. "Jesus, I look like I'm homeless" she said, sticking her blood covered hand into her pocket.
"Well you kinda were until a few days ago" he said with a smirk as he got out of the car. Scarlett followed suit, climbing out on the left side of the car, trying not to use her right hand much, because she didn't want anyone to think that she'd murdered someone recently.
Gabe stood at the back of the car, pulling out two suitcases and looking dubiously at the third before slamming the trunk closed. Scarlett followed him inside, but not before knocking his hand away from the handle of the suitcase and picking it up herself.
He raised his eyebrows at her and she scowled back. "What?" Scarlett snapped.
"Nothing" he said arily as he walked into the building and to their suite.
Once inside, Scarlett a beeline for the bathroom, dropping her suitcase right in the doorway and rushing ahead of Gabe. After she locked the bathroom door behind her, she looked over her clothes with a criticized eye, and then decide that they were to dirty and bloody to wear. She threw her clothes into the trash barrel and stepped under the warm spray of the shower, tacking care to wash off the blood from her hand.
After a luxurious 30 minute shower, Scarlett stepped out in a towel and went over to her suitcase and opened it, ignoring Gabe's look of embarrassment. 1 second later she let out a yell that had Gabe coming to her side. "What?" he asked urgently.
"Look at these clothes! They're hideous!" Scarlett cried, holding up a frilly white shirt and then a sparkly tank top.
"Those are the tastes of Paige I guess" he said with a shrug.
"You packed my suitcase! Why didn't you tell me what any of my clothes looked like?!" Scarlett said, groaning in despair.
"You never asked" he replied with a small smirk. "Besides they're not that bad"
"I'm not wearing a skirt!" she protested, showing him the short pink skirts with ruffles.
Gabe laughed for about two seconds when he saw her eye twitch and immediately back away towards the window. Scarlett moved. Not towards him, but towards his suitcase. "Hey!" he protested.
"I'm sure you have clothes to share right?" Scarlett said, not really asking him question.
"Well, I think I'll be able to help you all except for the underwear- oof!" he grunted as she chucked a pillow from the bed at his face.
"Shut up!" Scarlett scowled, picking out a few t shirts and jeans that were to her liking.
"Well, just help yourself" he muttered, the pillow falling off his face as he watching her.
"Thanks" she said, flashing him a sarcastic smile.
"I meant that figuratively" he said.
"Yeah, well sucks for you" she said grinning at him before retreating into the bathroom to change.
Later, when she'd picked the smallest of his clothes and put them on, she came back out of the bathroom to see that Gabe had emptied out her suitcase and sorted the clothes into two piles. "What is this?" she asked, tossing the towel on the floor ans Gabe's other clothes on the cleared off bed.
"I went through the clothes that Paige packed you and picked out anything that I thought would appeal to you" he said as if it made perfect sense.
"So which ones are the ones that appeal to me?" Scarlett asked critically, looking over the two piles of clothes on the bed.
"That one" he said, pointing to the pile on the far side one the bed.
She walked over and began by studying each articles of clothing and deciding whether or not it met her small taste in fashion.
"No" She tossed the black shirt with sequins on it onto the other side of the bed. "No" she tossed the tight gray shirt over. "No" she tossed a pair of ripped skinny jeans over. "Hmm...maybe" she tossed a pair of plain skinny jeans onto the pillow. "No" she tossed a gaudy pink and blue shirt over. "No" she tossed a skirt with silver designs over. "Maybe" she tossed a plain black tank top onto the pillow. "Nope" "No" "Never in a million years" "No" "Never" "And...all done!"
"Well that was a waste of time" he said with a sigh.
"Not really. I mean, I still got two articles of clothes out of all that" she said with a shrug, picking them up and tossing them onto her bed.
"Yeah, only two" he muttered, sweeping his hair off his forehead.
"Whatever, I thought we were going over the plan in more detail" she said, crossing her arms and looking down at him.
"Nuh-uh, I have to call the boss first" he replied.
"And you couldn't do that before?!" Scarlett asked in annoyance.
"Hey, I had to get settled in first" he said defensively.
"Sure looks like you got 'settled in' " she said looking around the room, where his clothes were tossed haphazardly into drawers or on chairs.
"Shut up and let me call the boss so we can get cracking" he said, reaching for his cell phone that lay on the nightstand.
Who says 'so we can get cracking' anymore? Scarlett thought, rolling her eyes as she sat down her bed.
The pillow looked so soft.... She, after a few seconds, laid down, facing the wall and closed her eyes as she tried to catch up on some more sleep.
On the other bed, Gabe started to talk. Loudly. So she grabbed the other pillow, thought about chucking it at h, but instead placed it on her head, so it slightly muffled his voice.
Even now though, she could still hear his voice. "...uh-huh.....yeah, I know......um..I guess I could, I mean it'll.....harder, but...." Scarlett squeezed her eyes tight ans wished that she could have a little space and quiet for once.
Finally Gabe stopped yelling into the phone so Scarlett looked over her shoulder at him, saw that he wasn't on his phone anymore, so she chucked the pillow on top of her head at him.
"Hey! What was that for?!" he asked, turning around and rubbing the back of his head.
"For yelling into the phone when someone us trying to sleep" she said, her voice muffled from the pillow.
"Whatever, do you want to know the plan or run in there blindly and hope for the best?" Gabe asked, and she heard a crinkling of paper.
"I'm listening" she said.
"No, you're not. You'll probably fall asleep before I even get to the halfway mark" he said, grasping her arm and trying to drag her off the bed.
Scarlett remained limp and floppy, making it difficult for him to move her. On the end, he left her sprawled across the bed, and sat down on his own to read off the paper.
"Ok, so we're already in France...-" he started but Scarlett cut him off.
"No shit" she said with a smirk.
He looked up and glared at her. "Shut up or I won't tell you anything" he threatened.
"So, I'll just look at the paper when you're sleeping" she said cooley.
"Just stop- Let me finish what I have to tell you" he said, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.
"Go on then" she said with a loud sigh.
He glared at her a moment longer before going back to the paper. "Ok, so for the rest of today, we scope out our hideout things where the people we have to kill are hiding. I'll drive you to your building. Its not to far off so you can walk back here if you want to. I'll be going a little farther off than you so I might get back later than you. Tomorrow, we leave at five in the morning, someone will have dropped off two sniper rifles in the back of the car, so I'll help you set up then go off-"
"Wait, how many people do you have to kill?" Scarlett asked, interrupting him again.
"Uh, 10, 12 around there" he said, confused by her question.
"You're going to kill all of them by yourself without them noticing?" Scarlett asked, rolling over onto her stomach.
"Yeah" he replied hesitantly.
"New plan idea" she said, looking at him with a sparkle on her eye.
"Oh no" he groaned.
"Shut up. How about I kill my guy really quick, cause I only need to kill one man anyways, and then I can help you with your guys" she said excitedly.
"I don't think the boss would like that" Gabe said.
"Screw the boss. He doesn't have to find out, besides it'll go faster and you'll get more credit" she said, waving her hand in the air.
"Still..." he said.
"Come on Gabe. Live a little" she said.
"...fine. But just for the record I don't like it that much" he said, glancing back down at the paper he still held on his hand. "Guess we don't really need this anymore" he said, crumpling the paper into a ball.
"Nah, so when are we leaving to go 'scope out' the places?" Scarlett asked, looking out the window.
"Uh, now, I guess" he replies, looking at the clock.
"Great. Then let's go!" Scarlett said, bouncing off the bed and jamming her feet into her shoes before racing out the door.
She darted out the room and down the hallway while Gabe yelled at her to slow the fuck down. She laughed over her shoulder at him, then turned around and continued to run all the way until she was out at the car. She was leaning against the car, looking cooley at the scenery around her when Gabe arrived.
"I hate you" he said in annoyance as he unlocked the car and got in. 
"Suck it up" she said rolling her eyes as she got into the front passenger seat.
"Hey, no one said you could sit there" he said, sticking the key into the ignition.
"You think I care?" Scarlett asked, opening the glove compartment and shuffling around inside until she found a pair of sunglasses.
"Hey!" Gabe cried, reaching for them.
Scarlett easily batted his hand away and slide them on. "Drive" she said.
Gabe snorted but started the engine, it growling to life. Soon they were traveling down the road, and Scarlett rolled her window. "Are you purposely trying to annoy me?" Gabe asked in annoyance.
"I don't know. What annoys you?" Scarlett asked, a small smirk on her face.
Gabe opened his mouth to reply then quickly closed it. "Nice try" he said. "I almost fell for it"
Scarlett shrugged. "It's not my fault your stupid" she said, reaching over and turning on the radio, shuffling through stations until she found a sign that sounded cool.
"Turn off the radio!" he snapped reaching over to turn it off. Scarlett slapped his hand away and soon they were wrestling with each other.
"Look out!" Scarlett cried, looking up to see an old couple directly in their path.
Gabe quickly swerved out if the way, a death grip in the steering wheel. "Holy shit!" he gasped.
"You should've played more attention. Shame of you!" Scarlett said, flicking his ear.
"Ow! It's your fault to, you turned on the radio and wouldn't let me turn it off!" he said, rubbing his ear, glaring at the road.
"You could've just asked me nicely" she replied sweetly.
"You wouldn't have turned it off though anyways" he shot back.
"True" she replied with a shrug.
"Oh, wait, I missed my turn" he said, scowling.
"Ha ha. Looks like you have to turn around!" Scarlett snarked.
"If I wasn't driving I'd punch you" he muttered under his breath.
Scarlett reached across the seat and punched him hard in the shoulder.
"Ow! What was that for?!" he asked, rubbing his shoulder.
"Don't you know that you should never hit a lady?!" she said, leaning back in her seat with her arms folded.
"I didn't know there was a lady in here" he said.
"Well now you do" she replied. "Now hurry up"
A few minutes later, once they'd arrived across the street from a snort, squat beige building, they'd finally stopped bickering long enough for Gabe to ask her if she knew the way back to the apartment.
"Yeah, but I don't have any keys so..." she trailed off, looking at him expectantly.
He gave a sigh but reached into his pocket and gave her a key. "You'd better let me in later" he said.
"No promises" she said sweetly, before darting out of the car and across the street.
She quickly slipped into the cafe next to the building where the man was supposedly hiding out in. She tapped her fingers on the wooden table and leaned back so the chair was balanced on two legs, and then brought it back to the floor with a clatter.
A waiter came over, a pen ready to take an order. "Can I help you?" she asked politely.
"Nah, I'm just waiting for a friend. But he'll probably lose his way and be late so I might be here for a long time" she sais, quickly weaving a safety net of lies so the waitress who leave.
"Alright then. Let me know if you need anything" she said cheerfully before walking away.
"Yeah, how about a 50 lb bar of chocolate so I can knock you senseless and then walk away eating it" she muttered under her breath at the waitresse's back.
Her hands tapped out incessant rhythms as she kept an eye on the side door of the building, her eyes flickering between it and the clock moving slowly on the wall.
Half an hour and numerous sighs and yawns later, she finally ordered a extra large coffee, hoping it would help her stay awake.
She took several sips of the scalding hot bitter liquid, before adding a few packets of sugar from the bowl on the table, hoping to sweeten it.
Later, once the coffee tasted better and it had cooled to the perfect temperature that never lasted long enough, a large black truck, pulled up to the side door of the building next to the cafe.
Scarlett immediately sat up straighter and watched curiously as a man hopped out of the truck cab, holding a cardboard box under his arm. Another man came out from the building, one that she recognized from the CIA picture that was shown to her. Unconsciously, she glanced up at the clock and noted that the time was exactly 1 in the afternoon.
Not taking her eyes of the exchange, where the truck man gave the other man the box and the other man gave him, in return, what looked to be money, she called over the waiteress again. "Does this happen a lot?" she asked.
"Yeah, it does actually. Always at 6 in the morning on weekdays and 1 in the afternoon on weekends. Do you think it's a drug deal?" The waitress asked worriedly.
"No, probably not" she said, smiling slightly. This was the exact thing that she needed to hear.
Scarlett sat back with a smile, and took a long sip of her coffee, which had now gone cold and she nearly spit it out all over the table.
Six hours later, after she had fallen asleep fir two and drank three more cups of coffee, she finally left the cafe and walked back down the streets, to get back to the apartment.
As she walked, she heard a bell toll seven times, making her sigh and walk slightly faster, wanting to get back to the apartment. A few minutes later she did and quickly unlocked the door, not closing it fully in her tiredness, as she left it open a few inches.
She flopped down face first onto her bed, and fell asleep within a few seconds. She didn't wake up when Gabe came in, a few hours later and looked at her with a sigh, before turning off the lights.
The next morning, Scarlett woke up at the crack of dawn and pulled the covers off of Gabe before the alarm went off.
"What?" he groaned, trying to pull the covers back up
"Time to get up. We have someone to kill before 6" she said.
"Uh, what time is it?"
"4:45" she said cheerfully.
"Go away for fifteen more minutes" he said, successfully pulling the covers back up.
"Gabe, Gabe, Gabe" she said, shaking her head and sighing.
30 seconds later, he awake and drenched. Scarlett set the now empty water glass onto the nightstand and grabbed one of his shirts tossing it at him. "Get up We have work to do" she said cheerfully.
"How are you up already? And what's this about killing someone at six?" Gabe asked wiping his face off with his sheets and then pulling on the shirt that she'd tossed him.
"I went to bed early" she said with a smirk.
"And you left the door open" he said looking pointedly at her.
She shrugged. "Whatever. Get ready. We have to kill my guy at six when he comes outside to drug deal" she said, spinning away into the bathroom.
"Umm, ok" he said, and she heard him get out of bed, followed by a loud crash.
"Um, what was that?" she asked.
"I kinda tripped" he said in a sheepish tone.
"Good job" she said, rolling her eyes as she checked her black eye in the mirror.
A few minutes later, they were driving back down the road, Gabe only looking half awake, with his tousled hair and drooping eyes.
"Are you good?" he asked.
"Yeah, as soon as I get the gun up onto the roof, all I need to do is pull the trigger" she said sarcastically.
"Good, take your time" he said, reclining back in his chair.
She sighed and got out of the car, opening the back and pulling out the smaller of the guns. Packing it in a box that made it loon like a simple kids toy, she closed the back and climbed up the fire escape of the building across the street from the beige building.
She looked at the watch that Gabe had lent here, checking the time. 5:45.
She jumped up the last couple stairs and quickly unpacked her gun, setting it up on the tripod and putting a bullet in the chamber before zooming in on the side door that she saw him come out of yesterday. 5:50.
10 minutes later, a black truck drove up to the door, just like yesterday. A man stepped out with a box under his arm, just like yesterday.
Then the man stepped out of the building with money in his hand. Scarlett's finger tightened on the trigger and she took a a teaching breath.
The man reached for the box and then...slowly in her mind, took the money. She pulled the trigger.

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