Dawn of a new era

Chapter 5

"I-I.. My what? I'm sorry, miss..? I have no clue who you're talking about" Quinn said, in his new position tied to an office chair by way of his pants and tie. Day rolled her eyes. Honestly, did people not understand that she wasn't wrong about this kind of stuff. Well, that's what a secret identity is for, she supposed. KEep who she was under wraps so people really didnt know. Sometimes, like now, it was really fucking annoying.

"Yes, actually, you do know what I'm talking about. Just tell me where Sutton Hawkins is and I won't make this difficult." She said, rolling her eyes while pacing back and forth in front of him, her handgun pointed lazily at Quin. "And if you ask my name one more time, you're losing a finger" she added, stopping her pacing to glare at him.

Quinn swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded, taking a deep breath before speaking. "She's in the raft. Under shield protection." Day rolled her eyes again, she knew there was a fake Hawkins in the raft. She'd had shield confirm it before walking into the party. It was a mutant or something that had shapeshifting abilities. Hawkins had payed them off and left. How she managed to swap places Day had yet to find out, but she would soon.

"No. Actually, she's not. Nice try though. Where's your fiancée" She demanded, turning the safety off her gun and shoving it into Quin's shoulder, finger on the trigger and very happy to give the trigger some love. People were just too scared these days. She hardly got to shoot anyone anymore, her poor gun was becoming redundant. People should start being stupid again.

"I don't know! I don't know!" She doesn't tell me these things" Quinn yelled out, being one of those scared dumbasses. Day sighed and walked out once her weapon was concealed. He was telling the truth and it pissed her off. She walked out to her car, after whispering in Skye's ear, into her communications device, that Quinn was all theirs and Daybreak was leaving him alone. Coulson was free to have fun with that egotistical asshole.

She drove back to her hotel in one of Quinns cars, her messy hair and the lipstick she'd smudged, giving her a perfectly good excuse as to why the guards should let her take one of his many vehicles. She tossed the cars at the valet at her hotel and walked in. To the outside, this was just a normal hotel. But Day knew better. She knew it was owned by shield. She knew the top floor was reserved for agents while the other 34 were for civvies. She knew it was really called The Finale and not the Marriott.

She made her way up to the top floor to her room and shut the door, programming it with her fingerprint and voice recognition code before slipping out of her dress and dropping her holsters of weapons on the floor to be dealt with later.

Once changed into some more comfortable clothes, one of Lance's old hoodies and a pair of sweatpants that were most likely her brother's ex-wives at one point, Dawn ordered room service and grabbed her laptop, flopping onto the large bed. It was more comfortable than the tiny little cot she had on Rise, warmer, less stiff. She could sit on it while watching tv or answering emails, but she couldn't sleep on it. She usually frequented the ground for that. Dawn munched on her room service- it was american food, but still quite tasty, and clicked through her emails. A new one from Fury, Dawn was off the Hawkins case, and was supposed to investigate an 084 in Ecuador in a few weeks. Why that meant she was done with Hawkins was beyond her.

It was her job to blindly follow orders, no matter how strange or annoying. That didn't mean she didn't think it was absolutely annoying that she was pulled off mid-case. But she wasn't paid to question her orders. So she finished up her mission report, sent it in and put the plate outside for a staff member to collect. Dawn pulled the duvet off her bed and laid on the floor, ready for a restless sleep.