(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

Blood in the Water.

J
-You shouldn't go-
5:30 p.m.

Me
-J I'm going I have to. They know what Luke looks like-
5:30 p.m.

Me
-and it'll be easier for me to get the info-
5:31 p.m.

J
-They're going to figure out you're a cop! Milou please don't you dare rush into this.-
5:31 p.m.

Me
-They will not! I'm not going in with a gun or with a wire.-
5:31 p.m.

J
-At least bring a knife!!-
5:32 p.m.

Me
-Jason I'll be fine-
5:32 p.m.

J
-so you're bringing the knife?-
5:32 p.m.

Me
-my heels count as weapons relax. I'll talk to you later.-
5:35 p.m.

I finish my hair, my makeup, and put on my shoes. Fucking stiletto heels. Could not only kill the person walking in them if you knew how to use them. These things weren't comfortable. But that's fine. I looked great. That's all that I needed to get what I needed. A cell phone.

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She struts into the club like its nothing. She's got their attention. She's got everyone's attention. This club is filled with gangsters, mobsters, drug kings and queens. And they all want a piece of her. She masterfully weaves her way through them before finding the one she wants. He's an average looking man. But he's got a nose for trouble and a taste for blood.

They drink, she charms him, but something tips him off. The fight starts when he takes her to a private room. She kills three men in that room. Uses her heels as a weapon until she gets a gun from one of them. That's when the club turns into hell. She's hurt in the calamity. She's got blood on her hands, in her hair, her dress is stained. At one point or another she's thrown over a bar, she lands in glass. Her bare feet take it when she stands in the glass though. They have to or she's dead.

That night she kills a total of seven people. Six more are sent to the hospital. The total death toll of the night is twenty three, fifteen are sent to the hospital. She stumbles home. They won't find her. She got what she came for, and more. But it was more than she bargained for. She texts Lucas that she's fine. She makes it to her apartment. Uses a mop she finds in the lobby to clean her blood tracks. She gets home, she draws a bath.

She sits in it with her dress on. Dunks herself in it. Pulls the glass out of her feet. Cleans her cuts. Nurses her bruises. She drops off the map for a day. Lucas finds her that night, he comes to her home to get what she's collected. He makes sure she's okay. He's knows she'll be fine.

She doesn't go out for three days. She exists only in her small apartment. He feet hurt. Her knuckles are probably fractured in one or two places. She knows the pain. Her ribs are bruised. Probably one of the bones in her leg to. That's not what keeps her idle though. She thinks quietly. Seven people, seven bodies, all on my shoulders. She killed two of them with her bare hands. The rest with a gun. It gets easier every time. She doesn't like that.

The third day there's a banging on her door.

"Milou!" the bangs come in threes. The man's voice on the other side is worried. She knows who it is. It's Jason.

She get's up, she has to walk on her toes to minimize the pain. But she still walks with a limp. She opens the door, and Jason is relieved.