We stood at the back of the nearly empty theater, safe for a handful of people who were scattered, either dozing off or engrossed in their phones. Onstage, we watched the actress perform, though her acting was notably not very good.
"Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst! Make thick my blood" Sophie exclaimed, dramatically falling down atop the stage.
"She's very awful," Hardison commented.
"Is she injured? In the head" Parker whispered.
"Seriously man this is the worst actress i've ever seen" Eliot said to Nate.
"This is not her stage," Nate replied simply.
"Stop up the access and passage to remorse, that no...-" The actress paused, forgetting her line, "That no compunctious visitings of nature" She started back up.
I grimaced, "I can see that."
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"Thank you, thank you everyone" Sophie bowed towards the silent theater. Oh thank god it was over, that was excruciating.
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<Alley, outside the theater>
"No! I vote no!" Eliot protested as we waited outside the theater, anticipating Sophie's exit.
"Six's right, Dubenich knows us, and we need a fresh face," Nate said, clapping as Sophie approached.
Sophie looked up in surprise, taken aback by the sudden applause. "I thought you were great," Nate complimented, approaching her with a smile.
"My only fan," Sophie replied with a smile of her own. "I'm a citizen now. Honest," she added.
"I'm not," Nate countered.
"You're playing my side?" Sophie asked, surprised, glancing at the team behind him. "I always thought you had it in you."
"So, um, are you in?" Nate inquired.
"I wouldn't miss this," Sophie chuckled.
"All right. All right, let's break the law just one more time," Nate announced, walking towards the car.
I opened the car door, gesturing for Sophie to go ahead "Ladies first," I said, shooting her a charming grin. She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear before stepping into the car. I followed suit and slipped in after her, closing the door as Nate started the engine and drove off.
<Hardison's Loft>
We were back at Hardison's loft, gathered around the sofa as he displayed pictures of Dubenich on his TV. "Victor Dubenich, executive vice-president in charge of new technology development over at Bering Aerospace," Hardison briefed, pointing to the images on the screen.
Eliot entered with popcorn and sat down among them. Offering the bowl to Parker who grabbed a handful and passed it towards Sophie.
"Rich daddy, trust fund, Yale MBA. Blah, blah blah" The hacker listed.
"Victor? Now when was the last time you met a Victor?" Nate commented.
"Vietnam. Town called Banho Zay" Eliot answered.
"Chinese border" Sophie hummed.
"That's an odd thing for you to know," Eliot said, suspicious.
"That's an odd place for you to be" The grifter countered with narrowed eyes at the hitter..
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Number 06 │ A Leverage Fanfiction
FanfictionI reached out for my phone to check the time. 5 a.m. The text notification caught my eye. A job. Great. Sitting up, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool floor beneath my feet. I opened the message, scanning the details: Client...
