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Present Day ▹ August
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"So, since Isaac failed to finalize a plan that won't get us killed, you all can thank him for this meeting." These words were met with a collective groan.
"Sir, that's not-"
"Are you arguing with me, Isaac? Surely, you're not that stupid."
"Oh, but he definitely is that stupid." Issac shot a glare at Scott but was met with a simple smirk.
As they had their meeting, the cat had taken its position on the corner of the desk.
"Well, as I was saying, as a result of Isaac's incompetence we now have to start from scratch. So ideas?" Złośliwy Lis looked around at the people in the room more than annoyed that none of them seemed to have any ideas.
"I have one." Allison smirked from her place at the wall as she twirled a knife between her fingers. "I have one that'll knock your socks off...and maybe some other articles of clothing too."
"Now now, Allie. He's mine." Malia made her way over to Złośliwy Lis and took a seat on his lap, smirking as his arm instinctively snaked around her waist, his fingers trailing up her thigh.
"She's right about that. So, since you all have no ideas except Allie whose idea is to somehow end up in my pants, we're going to pull a switcheroo. Such fun wording, I know, but I don't have time for games. Isaac?"
"Yes Sir?"
"The next time you choose to fuck instead of doing your job...you're fucked and you're out." Isaac gulped as the room went silent.
"Mr. Lis?"
"What is it, Scott?"
"There's a...a cat on your desk, Sir."
"And? What of it?" All eyes went to the cat who merely tilted its head and then curled up.
"Just unexpected is all, Sir."
"Hm. Well that'll be all. Why don't you set to work loading up the van. Scott, you're on weapons and, Allie my dear? Let's see if the people we're dealing with are men or boys. Surely you can handle them either way?"
"Oh absolutely boss." The three filed out the door, Allison last, following Scott who followed Isaac. Only when the door had closed did Malia glance at Złośliwy Lis.
"So...what's with the hands boss?"
"You don't like my hands on you?"
"I never said that. I was just surprised." Malia turned to face him as she straddled him. "You can put your hands anywhere you want, boss."
"Hmmm. Is that so, my dear?"
"Mhm." Malia bit her lip as she found herself on her back on top of the desk.
"Well if you insist." The cat did not deign to stay for the show as it were and quietly snuck out the window.
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Present Day
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"Begging doesn't look good on you, and I don't fall for it. You deserve this bullet and you begging for a million years wouldn't change my mind. So...any last words and be grateful I'm giving you a chance to say parting words to this earth."
"Fuck. You."
"Hmm. No thanks. I'm taken. Plus you betrayed us and that's unforgivable."
"I had my reasons."
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