A disgraced officer teams up with a goofy late night hero to track down a lead and ends up finding more than she ever expected.
ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ // ꜰᴇᴍ ᴏᴄ
ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ || 2022
ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ | ᴅᴄ
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08| Hot Touch
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" Don't fuck this one up John, " a guttural growl from Harcourt caused a broad, heavier-set man to scoff and whine quietly.
" I mess up one god-damn time, " with a hard sigh and deep frown, the man focused all of his attention into his computer, muttering to himself while taking only a few seconds to stare down Jenna.
Meanwhile, other strangers to Jenna were wearily working, some rubbing their eyes in exhaustion, and the moment Vigilante walked in with the stranger, her, the entire room paused. Jenna and Adrian were still shoulder to shoulder, the tips of their fingers loosely intertwined when another member verbally cackled at them from across the room. Instinctively, Jenna's hand recoiled, and she realized what they had been doing. She glanced up at Vigilante, his gaze matching hers in the same moment, and the two of them shifted a little further from one another.
" Way to cause a royal fuck-fest Vig! "
Vigilante's rugged shoulders softened, his posture slipping as his body gave into the discouraging remark. He cleared his throat, looking back at Jenna once more, and continued through the room, as if he was inviting her to follow. She obliged.
" Seriously, Vigilante, tonight was my one night off with my wife. " Another woman chimed in, her expression more annoyed than the last.
It seemed Jenna's little accident had gotten Vigilante tied into new trouble, trouble that was her fault and not his. Jenna went to speak up but was caught off guard by a running projector in the room, the image on the wall caused her to stop so suddenly she bumped into Vigilante. Jenna looked on as an image of her was displayed in the room, an old cadet photo from when she first enlisted. Nostalgia and an unsettling anxiety began to flutter in her stomach. Who the fuck were these people?
She must have looked agitated, but who wouldn't after the fuck show of a night she'd just had. A man walked from behind a half wall, and judging simply by his silent demeanor and posture, Jenna could tell he was military, and quite possibly in charge of whatever hole-in-the-wall operation they were running.
" Officer Jenna Cane, "
The man extended a hand, and reluctantly Jenna obliged. His expressionless face and firm grip confirmed her suspicions.
" Former Officer, " Jenna quietly corrected him, and the man nodded, continuing on without skipping a beat.
" You can call me Murn, I'm in charge of the operation here. " A brief pause of emotion flashed over his hardened face.
" This is John Economos, " Murn pointed over to the tall, brooding man by his computer, " Harcourt, Adebayo, and Christopher Smith. You've already met Ad-"
