NovaLight (Helluva Boss AU)

Chapter 9: Dressed In Peels

Loona stood outside the imposing IMP City Correctional Facility, her expression darkened by the weight of her mission. She knew Ricardo Diaz lurked within those walls, waiting to betray her. With a determined stride, she entered the facility, navigating past the bustling staff.

Summoning her bravado, she shouted, "I have a gun!" But her declaration fell on deaf ears. Frustration gnawed at her as she removed the silencer, firing warning shots into the air. Panic erupted, sending people scattering like leaves in the wind. Soon, the authorities descended upon her, their guns drawn.

"Hands in the air!" commanded one officer, his voice cutting through the chaos. Loona complied, feeling the cold metal of handcuffs encircle her wrists. She endured the pat-down, suppressing a grimace as one officer overstepped boundaries.

Reacting swiftly, she delivered a swift kick, incapacitating the overzealous officer. In the ensuing scuffle, she found herself overpowered and dragged towards central booking.

Amidst the chaos, an inmate slipped her a message, a clandestine communication with Striker. As she changed into the orange jumpsuit, relief washed over her at the sight of her confiscated belongings.

With practiced finesse, she manipulated the system, altering her identity to Jane Doe. Yet, even as the cell door slammed shut behind her, she refused to succumb to despair.

"Welcome to hell, Jane Doe!" taunted a guard, his laughter echoing down the corridor. Undeterred, Loona surveyed her cramped surroundings, a grim determination etched upon her features.

With a whispered call to Striker, she reaffirmed her resolve. "I'm inside," she murmured, her gaze fixed on freedom beyond the cell door.

"Obviously," Striker retorted, earning a low growl from Loona.

"Cut the shit! This was your mistake!" she hissed, the weight of her predicament heavy on her shoulders.

"Keep it down or you'll end up in solitary. I can't get you out," Striker warned.

"I'm going to find Ricardo. I'll be in touch," Loona vowed, ending the call with a determined click.

Loona's heart pounded in her chest as she surveyed her surroundings. The clang of the door echoed through the corridor, drawing the attention of the guard on duty.

"What the fuck is wrong with this place?!" the guard's voice boomed, frustration evident in his tone.

Loona bided her time, waiting for the guard to approach. With swift precision, she lunged forward, her baton connecting with his face before he could react. But before she could savor her victory, the chilling touch of a shotgun barrel against her skull sent a shiver down her spine.

Her muscles tensed as the second guard's voice sliced through the air like a blade. "Stand up and get against the wall!" he ordered, his tone authoritative.

Loona complied, her mind racing as she calculated her next move. Blood dribbled from the injured guard's nose, his gaze fixated on her with a mix of anger and pain.

"Throw her in solitary!" he snarled, his voice dripping with venom.

Without hesitation, Loona pivoted, seizing the shotgun from the guard's grasp. In a flurry of motion, she disarmed her assailants, unleashing a barrage of rubber bullets that left them incapacitated on the ground.

Breathing heavily, Loona surveyed the aftermath of her swift retaliation. With a sense of grim determination, she retrieved a badge and live shells from one of the fallen guards, loading the shotgun with practiced efficiency.

Hurrying towards the locked door leading to the elevator, Loona swiped the keycard, the doors sliding open with a soft hiss. She darted inside, her fingers flying over her phone as she dialed Striker's number.