Coffee For Two (FioLee)

Turkish Coffee

Margaret leaped to her feet as she heard a clanging outside. "Hello? Who is out there...?" 
There was a gunshot, then a man in a gray uniform entered the room. "Margaret Walsingham?" 
"What do you want?" She asked shakily, gripping the iron bars on her cell. The man held up a bloody key. "Penelope Rosser sent us to free you. She's on the roof." 
Margaret frowned, but nodded. "That idiot... lead the way." 
He shook his head. "I have a job to do. Try not to die, I'd rather not be fed to wild dogs." 

Margaret stared at him in confusion, but dashed out of the cell when he freed her. Trustworthy or not, she needed to find Penelope. 

Earlier, across town, Fionna and Marshall's phones sprang to life with texts. 
"Ms. Mertons, turn that off." The nurse huffed. "Everyone else is going to be woken up, and Mr. Breyer in bed three needs his rest!" 
Fionna reached for her phone, then paled, reading the text. "Can-can I be discharged?" 
"Excuse me?!" The nurse demanded, as Fionna jumped out of bed, grabbing her clothes from a nearby rack and running. In another room, Marshall jumped out of bed as well. Both ducked into the same room to hide and change, peeking out as hospital staff ran by. 

"You get the text too?" Fionna asked, pulling her shirt over her head. 
"Yup. Rosser attacked and now everything's chaotic. I bet she's using her awful powder too." Marshall muttered angrily, zipping up his pants. "Wait, are you okay? I don't think you're healed enough." 
"Like you can take on her army alone." Fionna snorted. 
He turned to look at her, throwing his old hospital gown to the side. "So... you're okay with this? The whole... working together again thing?" 

Fionna nodded. "It's just this, and then... then it's over, right?" 
"At least you'll get to say goodbye to me." He grinned softly, before it widened. "Hey, I get to drive now! And unlike Gumwad... well, let's just say we're not going to brake for stupid things like 'traffic lights' or 'stop signs'." 
Fionna laughed. "The cops must hate you." 
"Well, along with dermatologists." Marshall flashed her another winning grin, before laughing. "With the cops though... I like to think of it as more of a 'friendly race'. They've never won yet." 

Fionna laughed as well. "Alright. As long as we don't die before we get there, I'm fine with your crazy driving." 
Marshall clicked his tongue. "No promises, Fi." 

A few minutes later, Fionna found herself grinning as Marshall hurtled along the roads. "This is fun!" 
"Ha, really? Never met anyone who liked it. I always had to have a chauffeur when I was wining and dining some spy lady so that I'd actually get some after the night." 
"Some what?" Fionna asked him. 
He leaned in close, eyes still on the road. "State secrets." 

She laughed, and he grinned. "I was more careful with the truck though. You already seemed pretty banged up, I wasn't sure if you could handle it." 
"Are you kidding me? I can handle anything." Fionna said excitedly. 
Marshall turned to grin at her, then sighed, looking back at the road. "Don't do this... please. Don't sit there and be all enthusiastic about my driving and tease me about the coffee and be up for any adventure with me, and then tell me that I can't have any of that." 

Fionna fell back into her seat. "Sorry." 
"Yeah, well... you didn't make the world the way it is, so I guess it's not your fault..." Marshall smiled weakly, but they spent the rest of the ride in silence. They pulled up to the holding facility, and Fionna leaped out. Marshall quickly followed, and they dashed inside. The room was filled with unconscious agents and very conscious goons walking around. Here and there there were a few still locked in battle, but it was a very rare occurrence, as the goons would gang up on one agent. 

Fionna and Marshall quickly joined the fray, but retreated to the door after the agents fell. With the goons approaching, they ducked into a storage cupboard, dragging a goon in with them. The goon was quickly disarmed, and Marshall held him up by his collar. 
"Where is Penelope?" Fionna demanded. 
"On the roof..." The goon admitted. 

Fionna knocked him out, then looked up at the vent as the goons began to pound on the door. Marshall hoisted her up, she pulled it down, and they both fell. When they regained their footing again, he hoisted her into it and she pulled him up. "I think the roof is this way...?" She murmured to herself, before asking him, "Whose car was that, anyway?" 

"Gumwad's." Marshall chuckled. "He must have left me so many texts about borrowing it. It was an emergency, though! We didn't have time for him to drive like a little old lady!" 
"Apologize to him when you see him again." Fionna recommended, before looking back behind them. "When can the agents who weren't on duty get here?" 

"Soon enough to stop the goons, but not soon enough to stop Penelope, I'm guessing." Marshall sighed. "I guess Moon Moon and his..." Here there was a snort followed by something unintelligible, and he continued. "Will be unable to take our jobs from us. Too bad for them."
"Grow up, Marshall."
"Oh? Tell me you don't find it hilarious that his parents named him Richard Hardy."  

She stuck out her tongue at him, and he laughed. "You know it's true." 
They reached the roof at the same time as Margaret. Fionna kicked out the vent at the top, before she and Marshall jumped out of the ventilation shaft that they'd been forced to climb up vertically. 
"Penelope!" Margaret yelled, bursting out of the staircase. 
"It ends here, Penelope!" Fionna interrupted. 

Penelope looked taken aback, before scowling. On one side of the roof was her, and her helicopter to freedom... on the other Margaret. And right in the middle were these two idiots who just couldn't stay away.