A silly little story with quackity because I haven't written anything about him in a while also another love triangle because why not.
summary: you, alex, and karl work kidnapping certain kind of people usually the loved ones of different figures of power in the society you live in. This time you are assigned to kidnap the son of a man who owns a lot of money to your boss. Once the debt is paid his precious son, Noah Brown aka Foolish would be released.
Cw: If you don't like the kidnapping trope then I suggest you don't keep reading. I have many other stories for you to read!
Listening to Give it to me by Timbaland works with this part and the rest of the story 😁
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CLUBS GAVE YOU A SENSE OF ODD COMFORT. Due to your job, night clubs like these were always the perfect place to play dress up and match the desire personality that will get you to your assigned person.
Tonight, you were lost in the sea of exclusivity and luxury. A night club with secret passwords and strict dress codes. One bottle of champagne is the equivalent of the double of your salary. Only sons and daughter of the richest and most famous (sometimes infamous) were found in this undercover club.
Out of all the things you could be doing right now, you were sitting close to the bar observing the scene. Without even trying you blended right in, just standing in the corner with a glass in hand. You took slow but elegant sips of the liquor, enough to get you going. Also because you had to pay out of your pocket for a drink.
The hidden earpiece was out of sight, behind your perfectly styled hair. The lights were colorful yet didn't damage your eyes like usual clubs you would have to be in. Even the music was far better than any club you've ever been. It all had this high status element in the atmosphere. The fact that it was underground made you lose track of time. Well until you heard that voice against your ear.
"How we doing darling?" Alex asks, his voice made you alert at the moment. "I haven't heard your sweet voice in a while, I'm getting sick of Karl" Alex jokes with a small laugh. The laugh was then cut with an insult after Karl pushed him.
Alex and Karl have been your colleagues for a long time. Most missions you were assigned were always done efficiently when the trio was on the case. Around the workers of your bigger boss they all tried to conspire against the three of you. It was known by everyone about the slight favoritism your boss had with the three of you. You were granted with the best equipment and stronger databases. Your groups abilities were just above everyone else's.
"What's the rush for? The night is young big q" You tease, calling Alex by the nickname you both came up with. "He just opened his second bottle by the third he'll come here and done" You said nearly whispering to yourself. The music was so loud in the packed club that no one took interest in you. You casually talked to yourself pretending like you were just mumbling the songs playing. Although you received unasked stares from some women and typical men you were still complimented by a couple about your clothes.
Traditionally, either Alex or Karl were assigned this part of the job. Witty flirting with women across a bar or an open setting while you monitored their every move inside the van. You liked being inside the van and helping one of the boys with their smooth talk. Sometimes you would sit there telling one of your partners exactly what to say as you watched the women's reactions from the monitor. You told them the things you wished you could be told, it always worked. Alex could tell by the dreamy look in your eye every time your words transform into romantic poetic prose.
