BOOK 3 of the ORPHIC Series
CHURLISH
/ˈCHərliSH/
marked by a lack of civility.
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Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker finds herself in the 21 century sporting the title of Aunt while lugging along h...
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"A girl worth kissing is not easily kissed."
Berlin, Germany April, 2016
THERE WAS A SMALL BLUE vehicle sitting at the edge of the warehouse, parked with two backpacks placed on the hood of the car, followed by another black bag that belonged to neither Lucy nor James. By the time they'd formed a plan that included somewhat kind-of kidnapping a supposed "Ant-Man" and breaking Wanda and Pietro Maximoff out of the Avengers Compound with the help of Clint, someone had come and gone, leaving the car behind. Lucy didn't have to think very long to know Klause was the culprit.
Steve tugged the black bag off the hood, placing it on the floor. James leaned forwards and zipped it open. His eyes widened and he looked like Christmas had come early, reaching inside and removing a pistol with a mag of fresh bullets.
"Damn." He remarked as he placed the gun back in the bag. "Untraceable one's from Klause, right?"
He glanced back at Lucy who looked down, lips tilting downwards. She was perturbed by the wide variety of weapons, knowing the small gold etch at the far bottom of the gun handle meant they belonged to the weapon's manufacturer in New York.
She petted the top of Alpine's head as her eyes flicked over the machinery inside.
"From our arms dealer, yes. Comes from New York." She admitted, shaking her head. "I don't really like the guy who sells but, there's not much I can do there."
Steve gazed at her steadily but she never looked at him. She couldn't, not when she didn't feel any guilt for selling something as mundane as weapons. She supplied criminals with weapons, but she wasn't the one who pulled the trigger; did that even make a difference?
Her morals were all blurry, lines turning into nothing but spinning spirals that she couldn't tell—
No, that wasn't it.
She didn't care anymore, whether the lines were blurred or not.
When had she stopped caring?
"Isn't that military grade?" Sam questioned as he leaned down to grab one of the firearms.
Lucy zipped the bag shut before he could grab one, swinging it over her shoulder abruptly. Alpine yowled with surprise, lunging into James's arms. Her expression remained stoic as she opened the trunk of the vehicle, shoving the bag inside. She shut it with a soft click.
She stepped around the car doors, grabbing the back one.
"Hey." James grabbed her hand before she could step inside the vehicle. "It's okay."
