when all else fails, headbutt it.
the icebreaker job pt. ii || closed to @mickeyfiitz​
It had just taken a voice on the comms, the panicked inhale from the combined personnel of three crews, and the feeling of being robbed of something you didn’t even know was yours to begin with. Jana had never been hers. Hell, Jana had been more of a tolerable pain - like the ache of a well-worked muscle - than a steady friend... But this was still their crew, and even if you fought with them sometimes, even if they weren’t your favorite person in the world, members of the crew were still family. No one was allowed to fuck with Athena Gañero’s family.
In the space between one breath and the next, she was trying her best to run in her heels back into the palace, find someone who can reassure her that somehow this is part of the mastermind’s plan or that they’ve already located Jana or that the people responsible were paying through the nose. All she got was panicked calls of the same name over and over again along with strings of expletives.
Jana? Fuck. Shit. Jana! Answer us, dammit! JANA!
It was something to do, she supposed. Only halfway through her mad dash did she realize that one of the voices contributing to the melée was hers, and she had been hissing the linguist’s name too.
In the darkness and the midst of her panic, Athena rounded a corner and accidentally tackled a man, landing on his body with an oomph. “Oh no. I’m so sorry.” She said, trying to make out a face in the low light.
