[REWRITE SOON] Gunrunner - VA X fem reader

Frog in da elevator

"Napoli Poggioreale." I quietly mumbled to myself as I snapped my phone shut. That was probably the last time I'd ever hear Luana's croaky smoker voice.

My heels clacked as I walked down the paved street. I had picked out a pink boob tube and an asymmetrical black skirt with a Gucci belt today, all topped off with a baby pink fur coat, faux obviously. And I made sure to bring a small silver clutch bag (because I learned from my last admission test) and matched it with a dainty silver necklace.

It was a special day anyway so I might as well have dressed up. It was my second admission... yay.

How I got here though, that's a pretty funny story. My old squad leader, Niccolò, had reported strange happenings around our designated mansion, because my dumbass was using my stand, Primus, to go pick up random things for me, and he thought there was a spy living with us. So he brought in a watchman because my squad was useless around the house. She discovered my stand.

So to make a long story short: I got into a mini brawl with her, in which she broke my favourite necklace, and she then told her capo, Polpo. So now I have to transfer to his section of Passione rather than continue to work under Luana and keep doing what im good at.

I reached the entrance of the prison, the sign reading "Napoli Poggioreale." Well here goes nothing. And with a drawn out sigh, I was in.

I walked up to the front desk, the receptionist, a young man was on the phone to a friend or something, and I wasn't gonna be a bitch so I let him continue his conversation and end it. It was mainly because I was nervous and was desperately trying to cover it up though.

He got off the phone and locked eyes with me and coughed awkwardly, I returned an equally awkward smile. "Sorry signora, I shouldn't have been on the phone, please don't tell my boss." He almost begged. "Don't worry about it. I'm here to see prisoner, uhh, N-28, Polpo." He nodded, picked up a card from his desk and led me to a door, which led to a set of stairs. "Just go down the stairs and hand the guard at the door this." He said as he gave me a laminated paper card, you could see all the air bubbles in the centre of the card, the ones you really wanna smooth out but just can't.

I handed the guy at the tightly bolted door the card and he nodded and unbolted to door, leading to yet another room with two female guards sitting on a table. They seemed to spring to life as soon as they noticed me in the doorway and ushered me over.

They seemed pretty nice, strict all the same, but nice. They ran me through the basics: don't give him anything, don't take anything from him, don't touch each other through the cell, yadda yadda.
"Alright, put your coat and bag on the table and empty any pockets." I put my purse and coat on the table, took my phone out of the small pocket in my skirt and put it on the table next to it. I stood infront of the next door waiting for them to pat me down. The amount of times I've been patted down now is unbelievable, I can't count all the flights I've been on.

The taller looking guard came over and did her thing. "Jeez, buy me drink first." I joked with her. She laughed. "Trust me, I would." Ooooh, I might regret that later. "Alright go see Polpo, twenty minutes." The shorter of the two cut in and opened the bolted door.

The clicking of my heels echoed down the quiet blue halls, until I reached a large glass screen. I looked in and holy shit this dude lives such a lavish life in a prison cell: he had a tv, platters of fruit and a massive bed. But there was a problem, I couldn't see him. Is this his stands ability or something.