#thread.mollie

Veer could never be blamed for being predictable, if anything, one could never really say what they were about to do. If they would show up on your doorstep - something that always must happen unannounced. Showing up at Mollie’s was a risk, but Veer had always been a risk-taker. To owe someone meant to be in their debt, and they were certainly coming up with a big one. But that didn’t matter, because with New York City growing colder by the day, as winter swept about, they simply couldn’t spend another night on the cold floor of an abandoned building. They would have to take care over the next few days to pick homes and houses they were familiar with, without ever overstaying their welcome. 

Their hoodie up, dark sunglasses on their nose - despite it already being past eleven pm - and a gym bag slung over their shoulders, Veer could easily blend in with the darker parts of the streets. They rang the bell and waited for their chosen host to open up, while holding a plastic bag with cheap Indian food in their hand, the other stuck in their jacket. Hardly clothes for winter, but a wanted fugitive couldn’t really risk going into a store to buy a new jacket. Perhaps Mollie could be convinced to do some online shopping for them. As the door opened, Veer presented their most friendly smile. “Dinner?”

Bez felt put off by the whole name business, and they didn’t think they’d ever come to see an outcome of it that would fit their own world view. To them, the criminals should not be allowed - or capable - of putting the government organisations in such a spot. They stood nothing to gain from handing out names to these organisations, and Bez feared what might happen as a result of it. 

They were jittery, but not the type that was created by drinking too much caffeine and filling their stomach with far too many sugary donuts. This was the type that crept along their brain, through their hair and down their back, worming its way into every fibre of their being, pushing them down a well, into worry and frustration. Yet, Bez’ only way to deal with it was doing their job, and doing it well. 

They definitely hadn’t noticed Mollie until they looked up after finishing another coffee and was looking straight at her. Not a conversation they wanted to have. Names were dangerous, and they knew that hers was a name that had power, what would people do with names? They took a deep breath, then forced a smile. “Mollie,” they said. There was always the underlying current between the two of them. Bez was waiting for retaliation on the knowledge they had, they felt like their life was hanging from a thin thread whenever in her company.