#dispatch x reader?

<This is....a dispatch x reader/dispatch x oc. The fic is mostly in the perspective of the oc. Oc is ex-arms dealer/manufacturer, who turns herself in after something happens. All is revealed in fic, kinda.>

Blonde Blazer stands at the podium. She is about to start the press conference concerning the newest addition to SDN, specifically the Phoenix Program.

"Hello everyone, I know you all have a lot of questions, and I'll answer them in a moment. I realize there is a lot of outrage over our decision on who our newest member is. Let me assure you that we thought long and hard about it, and we believe that Hazel Greenwood deserves this second chance." Blonde Blazer said with a smile, it was small and hesitant. Not cause she didn't mean it, but because she knew what was going to be the reaction of the reporters in attendance. Just as she expected half the room started to shout questions in outrage and the other half seemed at least acceptant of her words.

"How can you let that monster join the SDN? She gunned down forty-eight men in cold blood" One reporter shouted.

"It was justice! Those men were terrorizing the city!" Another reporter yelled back. The room was slowly descending into nothing more than people cursing each other out. Blonde Blazer stood there helplessly, she sighed and walked off the stage. Not a signle reporter noticed her exit.

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On every fucking channel it was either the fotage of be walking outta that building I filled with bullets or the fucking press conference. At some point I just turned the TV off in my workshop and focused on getting the tasers, that had apparently been acting up, working again. Royd was keeping me busy with all the nonlethal shit, which was alright. But it got a little boring since I used to make specialized weapons for a living. Though, I'm not one to complain. Work is work I guess.

"Ho! You done wit those tasers yet?" Royd asked as the big guy just marched into my workshop, didn't even knock. Not that I cared.

"I got a few more to go, why you wanna know?" I asked with a laugh and glanced up at the big guy, he was the kinda guy who could throw hands but was really just a sweetheart.

"Da boss wants ta talk to ya. Probably got somethin' ta do wit that press conference." Royd said as he held his hand out for a fist bump, I sigh and give him a fist bump. Cause were friends...and I choose to ignore the fact he doesn't wash his hands after taking a piss.

"Damnit, alright. Thanks." I turned and walked out of the room, a groan leaving my lips cause I really didn't want to loose this job. One, I don't wanna go to prison. Two, I DON'T want to go to prison. And three, I wanna do better or some bullshit like that.

"Don't worry, bruddah, I'll get these tasers done for ya." Royd said with that nice guy smile he always had o nhis face, he's such a sweetie. As I walk down the hallways anyone who watched the news kept a good amount of space between me and them, so pretty much everyone was keeping their distance. Ugh. I walked into Blonde Blazer's office and see Robert, plus Chase, are waiting for me. Shit.

"Thanks for coming. I assume you saw the press conference, um..it didn't go to plan. I really thought that with time they'd chill out about you being in the Phoenix Program." Blonde Blazer, being the most innocent minded person ever of course thought that. It takes every fiber in my body to not roll my eyes, I walk over to the empty chair and sit down on it.

"Yeah, the press absolutely was gonna calm down after every person in the entire fucking world saw the camera footage of me breaking down the door of some shitty fuckers and mowing down everyone inside. That was definitely going to happen." My voice was laced with sarcasm. Blonde Blazer sighed, she looked disappointed that I had reacted lie that.

"You had a better reason than most assholes. So props, kid. Besides the crew you wiped off the place of the fucking Earth was criminals who did some fucked up shit. Congrats, you're a good little killer." Chase said in that old man, raspy, ass voice of his and gave me a thumbs up.

"Jesus, Chase. We agreed to not mention that. Though, he is kinda right. You killed the bad guys." Blonde Blazer at first looked annoyed with Chase but as she turned and looked at me it shifted to sympathy. Ick.

"You had a...good reason. I mean as much of a good reason to take out forty-eight guys as you can. They used the guns you made, probably sold to them, in a botched burglary that ended in a family of three loosing their lives. No one here-Is this supposed to make me feel better or hate myself more?1" I snapped as I glared at the three of them, I was still not in a talking mood about...that. But you couldn't exactly blame me, my one rule was broken.

Never will a kid be hurt cause of me. Even though it wasn't by my hand, it was by the gun I made. I had that on my conscious. After a moment I lower my head with a sigh and stand up. I didn't look at Blonde Blazer but her voice had a hint of guilt or concern to it.

"We didn't mean to...I'm sorry. It must be hard. If you want to talk I'm here. You aren't being fired." She rushed to say as I walked out of the room, it didn't feel like I deserved to a second chance.

I didn't look back, I just walked solemnly back towards my work shop. But as I walked, I paused at the door to the rec room. After a moment I pushed the door open slowly to see if anyone was inside, the room was empty. I bite my lip and then walk in, I go over to the punching bag and give it a soft punch. Then I give it a harder punch, soon I was punching that thing as hard as I could. I made sure to switch between with fist punches it, I punched the bag until my knuckles feel raw. My breath got labored and a bit of sweat was glistening my forehead, I stepped back and wipe it off with the back of my hand.

"Shit." I mumbled to myself, thats when someone or someones started to clap. I turned around and saw Z-Team standing there, these fuckers had been watching me. Ugh.

"Why don't cha punch somethin' that can punch back?" The little Irishman that went by Punch Up said, a smile on his lips. For some reason he felt like he needed to put an emphasis on the second time he said punch, maybe it was cause his name is Punch Up or cause he's had enough concussions to think that's clever.

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