a little death ➴ ᵏᵃᵗᵉ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ

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"They held the wedding hostage," Remy began, sitting cross-legged in her therapist's office. "The intruders, they, like, demanded jewelry from the guests," she shrugged.

"You must have been scared."

"I was scared, I feared for my life, I feared for Kate's," Remy confessed, refusing eye contact. "Kate's sister, oh God." What was supposed to've been a memorable day for Susan Bishop had turned to utter shit. Remy winced in realization.

"The bride?" the man asked, though it sounded more like a statement.

"Susan— Kate's sister— was in tears," she remembered. "I can't shake the image of her crying," Remy paused, fidgeting with her fingers in her lap. "This was my fault."

"What makes you believe you caused this?"

"I dunno. It's whatever— 'ts nothing. I misspoke."

In the previous weeks, Remy's anxious investigation regarding her car accident had proven unerring. She was now nothing short of certain that her accident on Christmas was a targeted attack, an attack meant to scare— or perhaps distract her from something larger.

This group, Remy figured, had similar motives to the Tracksuit Mafia— who'd been incarcerated following the events of the Bishop Security holiday party.

The Tracksuits worked for Kingpin, Kingpin aimed to create and rule a criminal empire in New York City, The Tracksuit Mafia was tasked to eliminate threats to their organizations, which included Elanor bishop. This new threat, which Remy had yet to identify, was motivated in a similar nature— only this time, their target was Remy. The missing piece to this obscure puzzle was—

"Why?" Kate sat comfortably on her couch, nursing a mug of coffee as Remy opened her computer.

"I don't know why," She explained, massaging her temples. "It's got to do with my mother, I know it."

"You never told me about her," Kate said, eyes wide in curiosity.

"She's dead, it doesn't matter," Remy waved off, turning her laptop around. "She worked for them," She explained, pointing to her screen, which read 'Advanced Idea Mechanics.'

"A.I.M.?"

"Both of my parents disappeared under this company. I suspected, at first, that they may have been involved in the robbery," Remy sighed, opening a new image. "But now I know for certain."

'Wedding in NYC chapel rescued from hostage situation,' the headline read. Below, a photo of the scene was attached. "But do you see that?" Remy asked, tapping her finger excitedly against a labeled vehicle in the image.

'A.I.M.'

"This is a lot." Kate was agitated, Remy noticed.

"Police didn't even show, remember? Didn't ask for statements, nothing. This was A.I.M., this was organized."

Kate sighed, closing the laptop.

"Believe me."

"I believe you." Kate shifted in her seat, crossing her arms. "You didn't tell me about your mom."

"I make an effort not to think about her. Please don't make this about her," Remy pleaded, interlocking her fingers with Kate's. "Let me take care of this, let me ensure our safety, your family's safety. I need to be rid of this."

"M'kay.. Get some sleep for now?" Kate asked, drawing a warm smile from Remy opposite her. "You tell me all about A.I.M. in the morning."

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