#thread: adrien

Adrien was fine. A little unsteady from the force they’d hit the wall with, but fine. It didn’t look like Johnny was the same though. “Shit.” He swore silently in French as he’d darted to make sure he wasn’t landing face-first. His adrenaline was still pumping and his first instinct was to just double-check that the would-be robbers were incapacitated before turning to his sister and calling out directions in a hurried tone. Rosie was diabetic, the siblings both knew a crash when they saw one but they still had to be sure. 

The two had conversed in quick French while she pulled out her test kit and Adrien helped where she needed. By the time Rosie had read off the glucose level (definitely low enough to be the cause) Sue had spotted them and rushed over. “He’ll be okay, he wasn’t hurt.” He supplied before Sue could even ask.

“He needs to eat better.” Rosie lightly scolded as she put her kit away, her accent nowhere near as thick as her brother’s. “His sugar’s low, don’t let him drive and make sure he has something with sugar. Not enough that he’ll have another crash right away.”

“I think I fucked up.” Stevie announced on her way through the door of the man’s office. Blood from the three men slain in what she would claim was self defense still stained on her skin. 

“I know we talked about setting a trap. And I intended on that. Sticking to the plan, right? But the rats didn’t even get a chance to touch the cheese,” Stevie glossed over, tossing a series of polaroids on his desk with evidence of their demise. “This one,” she pointed with a tap, “wasn’t even supposed to be there, I don’t think— you don’t recognize them, do you?” A little discomfort passed her mind, as it seemed she may have offed an innocent bystander. But just as quickly as it entered, it was gone. 

Like a switch.

Stevie took a seat on the corner of the desk, glancing down at the incriminating crime scene she had fled. 

“I.... juuuuumped.... the gun,” Stevie groaned out, pulling her gaze from the photographs, wondering how much of a mess she created. “I really meant to just deliver the message, I did. But then I got trigger happy, next thing I know, I’m walking out of there with blood on my SHIRT. Was such a nice shirt..”

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