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"You're fucking with me, aren't you? You want me to find this Brixton Lore, person?" Leslie deadpanned, tossing the file back onto the table, directing an annoyed look to the person across her, Agent Locke. "Yes, I do." He nods with a smile. Leslie scoffs, taking a drag of her cigarette as she leans back into the metal chair, her leg kicked up over the other. "That's impossible. You think I'm stupid? Brixton Lore works with Eteon, I'm not entirely positive he's even human. You really think I'm dumb enough to go against someone like him, yet alone by myself? Even I don't stand a chance."
"That is why, you won't be by yourself. We have put together a team, and I want you apart of it." Locke sets down another file, causing her to raise a brow as he pushes it towards her. "You have got to be kidding me. I don't do teams. I don't do partners. I work alone." She states, not bothering to pick up the file to see this put together team.
"You'll like this team. You've worked with them before. Come on, give it a chance, Leslie." Locke encouraged before taking a sip of his coffee.
Leslie tilt her head in suspicion, wondering who he could've been referring to. With hesitance, she picked up the file, opening it up only to be faced with two men she absolutely had no interest in working with ever again. Luke Hobbs and...Deckard Shaw. The file slams shut quickly, "no chance in hell am I working with them. This was a good talk, sorry to disappoint." Leslie stood up, tossing a bill onto the table and making her exit.
"She'll come around." Locke shrugs with a small smirk.
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As Leslie headed home after a long day of work, she slowly approached her home, the door was open, the glass windows were all shattered. Someone had clearly broken in. The real question was, who the hell was stupid enough to break in? She walked in, her gun firmly in her hands as she examined the place. It was an absolute mess. "Bloody hell, Keira." Leslie ran up towards her room where Keira knew to hide when there was an invasion.
There was no signs of her best friend anywhere, not even the secret panic room under the bed, which either meant she was kidnapped, or got away, and it seemed like the former. As she walked to her weapons closet she was shocked at the sight of her cat Lani, lying in a pool of her own blood, a gunshot wound to her stomach. "Oh...my poor darling." Leslie kneeled down, a sad expression on her face as she stroked her soft fur. "Whoever did this is gonna pay. I swear to you."
A little device, covered in blood was lodged in the corner of the room, making her quickly go to pick it up. She pressed the button and recording began to play. "Leslie Creed, the infamous assassin. This is a message from Eteon, or well, Brixton Lore. I must say, your best friend here is a fighter, you taught her well...just not well enough. And if you want her back, you'll join me, or else she dies. It's your choice, Creed. But for Ms. Martin's sake, I hope it's the former." The message died out, signaling it was done, but Leslie did pick up on the noises of struggling from Keira in the background.
