agent clover

sam was late - she was going to miss the performance she had completely forgotten about in favour of digging into how and why her ex-fiance Leo was back. Time had gotten away from her and she decided in heels was the best way to run like hell. 

Rounding the corner she came face to face with agent clover and a gun. “jesus christ O!” she yelled her hands up in the air. “I scared the piss out of you! You just pulled a gun on me and now i’m going to be even more late.” she complained. 

“Oh I’m sorry Sam!” She all but wailed in embarrassed guilt, a gloved hand coming up to press to her face in dismay. Glancing around the darkened streets as if they would provide something that would help the younger woman, she cringed. “This mole business has me so jumpy!” And more besides, things that fell on executive command, but of course Sam couldn’t know any of that.

If she were being honest with herself, she had been waiting for the younger woman to approach her, or someone else in command, demanding answers about the information that lead to that false judgement call in the case of her ex-fiance, and O had been trying to avoid her. She’d had little to do with that order, but she stood by the call that the organization had made, given the info they had at the time. “Are you walking? I could call a cab?”

something crept its way across valo’s face — maybe you could call it a smile , and maybe there was the slightest chance that you could even call it apologetic. regardless of the unspoken sorries , because valo was not someone who could spit out that word quite so easily , especially not for something she found so inconsequential , something glinted in her eye. like she really was waiting to be shot , the absolute terror that she was , morbidly curious over what her body could take before it gave out.

“   evening , ma’am.   ” offering her arm for odette to take , valo fell in step beside the older woman. “   you never answered your phone earlier.   ” yes , even agent wren , horrid lurking shadow , could find it within her to show concern. tonight was a night of rarities , it would seem , as valo spoke again with a lighthearted taunt in her voice.

“   aren’t you glad it was me , and not someone else , odette ?   ”

“I must not have seen my phone.” O scowled without any real malice at the younger agent shoving her gun into the pocket of her outward side so that she could easily link arms, but still access her weapon if needed. Often when she was called upon to explain her attachment to the young girl despite her social oddities (which happened more than she thought it really should) she carefully explained that Valo was like an abused street cat that hadn’t been very well socialized to people. You had to give her time, talk in soothing tones, and not sneak up on her- and even then she only really bonded with a few people. O liked to flatter herself to think that she was one of those, and now seemed to spend her time simultaneously urging Valo to be nice to the other agents and urging the other agents to try to understand Valo’s blunt ways of speaking. It was occasionally exhausting, but damn if she wasn’t fond of the other girl anyway.”

“I’m always glad to see you Valo,” O told the other woman warmly, tugging her so they were all but bumping hips as they walked. The hidden warning in Valo’s words weren’t lost on her, but she elected to ignore it. “Because even when you scare me on purpose and call me ma’am to make me feel old, at least I can still huddle with you for warmth. You should come home with me, I’m making homemade mac and cheese- I found a recipe, it’s like bacon pepper jack something? I’m not quite sure, but it’s got a metric ton of cream cheese so I figure it’s got to be good.”

As if summoned by the thought, she heard the sound of someone running towards her from behind and she spun around, gun already out and trained between the (thankfully familiar) person’s eyes.

“Holy hell!” O hissed quietly, hitting the safety and tucking the tiny handgun back in her pocket. To her annoyance, the cockney English accent she tried very hard to conceal slipped through somewhat. “You scared the piss out of me!”

“I’d say fire me for negligence or something like that, but you and I both know it’s not that simple,” Lorenzo noted somewhat darkly, the tinge of humor still evident in his tone regardless of the nature of his quip. Odette was a saint for tolerating him. And something even better for possibly even liking him. “The real question, O, is what can I make you for dinner tonight? Because you’re looking absolutely ravishing today.” 

“Morbid.” Odette said in amused tone, pulling a face. Of course everyone in the business knew what retirement tended to mean for agents, but it honestly didn’t bother her much. She’d worked for as long as she could remember, she didn’t know what she’d do if she wasn’t doing this. “Besides, even if I could actually fire you, I wouldn’t. You’d enjoy the downtime too much, then I’d get jealous and quit, and then well, where would this place be honestly?”

Lorenzo’s next words made her pause, though externally she didn’t so much as blink. It’d been obvious to her for some time that Lorenzo’s interests were not quite platonic, but she hadn’t quite decided whether she wanted to pursue things. Still, it sounded casual enough. Pretending to fan herself, she cooed playfully. “Make? You cook? Stop, I won’t be able to restrain myself anymore.”

“Uhhhm – Sorry ‘bout that, I just zoned out…super hard.”

“Well good to know there’s nothing new there.” Odette snorted, rolling her eyes fondly. What she’d been talking about didn’t really matter at the moment- merely minor details from a mission report she’d been asked to convey to him at some point, and frankly she was no one’s secretary. Tucking a lock of loose hair behind her ear she shook her head at her old friend and colleague. How anyone was intimidated by him was beyond her. “What are we going to do with you Agent Cerberus?”

         open starter;

The punching was already getting worn out. Loud thuds landed against rough fabric echoed throughout the gym. Roland’s vision had been filled in with white, and his hits were harder with each impact. The entrance behind him didn’t pull his focus away until he turned to remove the bag off its hook. “Congratulations, Agent —-” He started and hastily tossed the bag to the side. Roland made it look like it was a beach ball. “You’ve mastered the art of furtiveness. Did you need something?”

With a huffed sigh, Odette waggled a thick stack of papers over her head, a annoyed scowl on her face. “More goddamn paperwork!” She exclaimed, having only finally escaped the encroaching tower on her own desk. If she had her choice, she’d much rather be in the field, so the forms she needed to look up and sign tended to accumulate. “I swear to god, are we not an international spy agency? Why is there so much paperwork? Are we just making things for other agents to shred later?”

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Ain't it warming you, the world goin' up in flames? Ain't it the life of you, you're lighting up the place? Ain't it a waste it watch the throwing of the shade?

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