Copy Cat

Jaclyn chuckled, hopping up on the desk and taking a seat, swinging her feet slowly. “I do, and it’s worked so far hasn’t it?” She replied with a shrug of her shoulders as she hooked her foot around Lennox’s chair, pulling her slightly closer. “Awe, does the doll have a hangover? I’m sorry, if I had known I would’ve brought you some Tylenol.” She spoke with a hint of teasing in her voice as she reached out to play with Lennox’s hair.

“Ah, so do something illegal to prove there’s faults in the system to get hired. Maybe some day I’ll sneak back in here and take you up on that job offer. For the time being I enjoy the thrill of breaking into highly secured facilities.” Jaclyn chuckled at the blush the girl was gaining slowly leaning in, just close enough to brush over her lips. “I mean, I did get myself some flight powers before I got here.” She mumbled before fully leaning in, her chapped lips meeting the others.

Lennox brushed some hair behind her ear, “It definitely has, babe. It definitely works.” The pink-haired girl let Jac pull her closer and she inched into her touch. It felt so nice… She could get used to that. “I wish it was a hangover,” she said softly, “I got a not very glamorous kidney infection and it’s draining my life-force.” She almost whined, feeling how she was letting her guard down with the other girl.

“Oh, yeah. It’s quite common in these days of internet madness. Tech companies know to keep their enemies close, as does the Heroes Union. And you’d definitely bring some much needed excitement into these sterile halls…” She drawled on as Jaclyn came closer and kissing her back, a surprisingly soft kiss considering how they always tended to get hot and heavy pretty fast.

The woman quickly moved from her spot on the desk to Lennox's lap and bit her lip. "You gonna be a good girl for me?" She questioned before moving the others hair and latching onto her neck, sucking until she was satisfied with the mark she made.

Jaclyn smiled, pushing her hair out of her face. She quickly shrugged her leather jacket off, stretching out her arms. “It can’t be worn out if I’m still finding new things about you, darling.” She spoke while looking around, the lab intriguing her. There were lots of gadget that intrigued her, but the girl Infront of her did more so.

“Ah, I am pretty good aren’t I? I think I’ll be alright on my own though, I don’t think they would approve of my other work. Plus, siding with anyone just seems… Dull. I like my independence. Even if it would be nice to see your lovely face everyday.” The woman answered, stepping closer to Lennox and a smirk replacing her smile.

Oh, God. This girl was going to kill her before her dumb kidneys even had the chance. With her compliments and aloofness and ugh. “You think you’re so smooth, huh?” She was. “Like they say, flattery will get you anywhere.” She cleared a spot on her desk and patted it, “Wanna take a seat? I’d offer you a tour but I can’t really move without the whole world spinning.” 

“I feel you. I do, that’s how I thought before I joined the Union. At least before I hacked them so they would hire me. Worked out like a charm.” Lennox just kept blushing. Like a dumb schoolgirl. “So… You just wanted to see me at my workplace? Or are you here to maybe release me from my 9 to 5 chains?”

"Ah, so do something illegal to prove there's faults in the system to get hired. Maybe some day I'll sneak back in here and take you up on that job offer. For the time being I enjoy the thrill of breaking into highly secured facilities." Jaclyn chuckled at the blush the girl was gaining slowly leaning in, just close enough to brush over her lips. "I mean, I did get myself some flight powers before I got here." She mumbled before fully leaning in, her chapped lips meeting the others.

For being the Hero’s place of residence, the tower wasn’t very secure. It didn’t take Jaclyn long to find a way inside the tower after she chose to surprise a certain friend of hers. She walked the hallways, careful to avoid any if the heroes walking around as she snuck around corners and hid behind different furniture, looking for a pink haired girl she’d grown fond of. She wore a grey sweater and black skinny jeans, something easy to move in but nothing that would out her as her other persona. Her eye finally caught a blob of pink and she approached, smirking when she saw it was Lennox.

“Hey, darling.” She spoke, leaning into the girls ear and speaking in barely a whisper.

@lennoxhere

Should she even be at work right now? Probably not but she’s Lennox and like the Livingston’s and the rest of the Hero squad, they are kind of always working. Even when they don’t have to, to avoid dealing with actual stuff. Like feelings and consequences to their actions. So here she is, slumped at her stupid desk, with her stupid green juice, her stupid cramping body and her stupid fever. Waiting for an assignment or just somebody top listen while she whines and is very unhelpful.

She did not hear Jaclyn creep up on her, at all. So when she did, Lennox shot up on her chair, and almost falling over. Grunting in pain and regaining her balance, she turned around. “Jesus fucking Christ, what the- Jac? What are you doing here? Who let you in?” Her voice softened considerably as she saw who it was. Somebody who had become a steady and comforting presence in her life lately. Way better than an annoying trainee hero trying to surpass her firewalls.

"Ah, I am pretty good aren't I? I think I'll be alright on my own though, I don't think they would approve of my other work. Plus, siding with anyone just seems... Dull. I like my independence. Even if it would be nice to see your lovely face everyday." The woman answered, stepping closer to Lennox and a smirk replacing her smile.

For being the Hero’s place of residence, the tower wasn’t very secure. It didn’t take Jaclyn long to find a way inside the tower after she chose to surprise a certain friend of hers. She walked the hallways, careful to avoid any if the heroes walking around as she snuck around corners and hid behind different furniture, looking for a pink haired girl she’d grown fond of. She wore a grey sweater and black skinny jeans, something easy to move in but nothing that would out her as her other persona. Her eye finally caught a blob of pink and she approached, smirking when she saw it was Lennox.

“Hey, darling.” She spoke, leaning into the girls ear and speaking in barely a whisper.

@lennoxhere

Should she even be at work right now? Probably not but she’s Lennox and like the Livingston’s and the rest of the Hero squad, they are kind of always working. Even when they don’t have to, to avoid dealing with actual stuff. Like feelings and consequences to their actions. So here she is, slumped at her stupid desk, with her stupid green juice, her stupid cramping body and her stupid fever. Waiting for an assignment or just somebody top listen while she whines and is very unhelpful.

She did not hear Jaclyn creep up on her, at all. So when she did, Lennox shot up on her chair, and almost falling over. Grunting in pain and regaining her balance, she turned around. “Jesus fucking Christ, what the- Jac? What are you doing here? Who let you in?” Her voice softened considerably as she saw who it was. Somebody who had become a steady and comforting presence in her life lately. Way better than an annoying trainee hero trying to surpass her firewalls.

The brunette smiled, pleased to hear that Lennox would help her. It usually wasn’t so easy to make a business partner. “My client is looking for a certain ring. It’s supposedly been in his family for years before it got into the wrong hands. It was sold online, somewhere on the dark web. It’s a 20.28 Carat Emerald Shaped Diamond. You find it’s location, turn off any security systems the place might have, and I’ll take care of actually retrieving it.” Jaclyn explained, basically repeating what her client had told her. She had a intuition that something else was involved with that ring, but she wasn’t questioning it as long as she got her money. “I would never put a doll like you in danger. I’ll take care of the hands on work.”

Lennox’s eyebrows raised at the description of the job, “Finally, something fun. I’ve been waiting for decades to actually be involved in some Ocean’s-something job.” She spoke, a tint of excitement in her voice. Very few things surprised her nowadays, having seen people (and accepting their money) in completing the most inhumane and horrific things. Lennox typed away at her computer, “I spend more time in the obscure internet than in my actual place, easy peasy.” The blonde turned to Jaclyn, batting her eyelashes. “And if you happen to find any other sparkly and very expensive present, can I have it? I know you have good taste.” She started typing away, “I’ll give you your own intercom tech made by yours truly for secure and efficient communication. Send me all the intel you have in regards to location and details.” She looked back at Jaclyn, a Cheshire Cat smile on her lips, “Oh and please be sure to wear that for our little operation.”

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Sara woke up with what could only be described as a hangover.  Sitting up in bed and wincing at the sunlight streaming in beneath the blinds, she was immediately struck by a wave a nausea and dizziness.  There was definitely a migraine brewing over her left eyebrow.  She stood, carefully, searching her room for her sunglasses.  Everything was too bright, too loud, and somehow just off, like someone had adjusted the saturation and reverb on reality.

Slipping on the sunglasses, she realized she couldn’t be hungover.  She hadn’t been drinking the night before, never exactly having been one for the party scene.  Coming down with something then, probably.  Even better.  She grabbed her bag and slipped out of her room and then the building, heading down the block toward the nearest CVS.  As she passed an open shop door, the piercing sound of a radio broadcast hit her, something about chaos at the museum, and seemed to rattle directly into her skull.  Instinctively, she threw her hands up to cover her ears, stumbling, distracted, into someone walking the other direction.

“Shit.  I’m- I’m so sorry!”

“You’re fine, love! Well… You don’t look fine, but it’s okay that you knocked into me at least.” Jaclyn looked at the girl, hands over her ears and somewhat giggled to herself. The vigilante had woken up with a huge hangover, she was assuming this poor girl had done the same. She held the door open for her, wanting to be polite. People had to help people, after all.

Sara looked up at the unfamiliar woman, grateful but surprised that she wasn’t upset as she regained her balance and slowly lowered her hands from her ears.  She didn’t think she could take being yelled at on top of all this.  “Th-thanks,” she spoke quietly but sincerely, stepping quickly through the open door.  “That’s um, well that’s very kind of you miss.  Some p-people aren’t as forgiving.”

“I caught word of a job that would help both of us… With a nice stack of green in it for both of us.” Jaclyn truly did embody that of a cat, from her movements down to smoothness of her voice. She wore a black jumpsuit, the material clinging to her skin, one of her several outfits when she donned the copycat persona. “I… Can’t hack. But I sure as hell can sneak. We work together for this, and perhaps it can happen again in the future. It’s not a hard job, not for us anyway.”

Lennox licked her lips and got her legs off the desk, sitting up on her chair. Rightfully intrigued, she raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening, hot stuff,” she drawled, giving the other girl a once over, pleased at what she saw. “Well, you got yourself a partner. I’m pretty sure I’m all in. I just need some deets. Can’t really give you a full yes before knowing I won’t be putting my lovely face in danger.”

Lennox’s ruby red stilettos were propped on the pristine black marble of her imposing desk, her secluded office in the depths of Hell’s Kitchen providing a super secret lair for the hacker. A vigilante, she called herself, because she didn’t care about the heroes or about the shadows. She just cared about whoever wrote her the biggest check. 

“So? What can I do you for,” she asked dryly, bored, putting out her cigarette on the ashtray, her face illuminated only by the blinking lights of her many screens. “You should know, I charge Deep Web stuff by the minute, I do not build robot-sidekicks unless your idea really catches my attention and I do not do invoices.”

Sara woke up with what could only be described as a hangover.  Sitting up in bed and wincing at the sunlight streaming in beneath the blinds, she was immediately struck by a wave a nausea and dizziness.  There was definitely a migraine brewing over her left eyebrow.  She stood, carefully, searching her room for her sunglasses.  Everything was too bright, too loud, and somehow just off, like someone had adjusted the saturation and reverb on reality.

Slipping on the sunglasses, she realized she couldn’t be hungover.  She hadn’t been drinking the night before, never exactly having been one for the party scene.  Coming down with something then, probably.  Even better.  She grabbed her bag and slipped out of her room and then the building, heading down the block toward the nearest CVS.  As she passed an open shop door, the piercing sound of a radio broadcast hit her, something about chaos at the museum, and seemed to rattle directly into her skull.  Instinctively, she threw her hands up to cover her ears, stumbling, distracted, into someone walking the other direction.

“Shit.  I’m- I’m so sorry!”

Jaclyn crossed her arms as her suspicions were confirmed. She made her way over to the girl sitting on one of the many AC units on the roof. “I know what ya mean. I’ve had my fair share of those, that’s why I mastered my technique of stealing flight powers before I show up.” She chuckled, not caring if the girl knew she was powered or not. She liked to brag about her powers, sometimes not so subtly. The vigilante grabbed the blunt and took a hit, smiling as she did so, it had been a while since she had the time to even think about getting high. She handed the drug back to the girl, rolling her eyes. “Plenty, dear. I actually almost slept with her once… Too demanding though. I’m the dominant one, and I wasn’t gonna subdue to her of all people.” She said with a laugh, putting her arms behind her and leaning back a bit.

Lennox nodded at her words, pretty unimpressed with encountering supers everywhere, “Oh, so you got powers? Well, us, mere mortals, still gotta endure the Walk of Shame like insignificant pedestrians.” She said with a scoff, taking back the blunt. Truth be told, even with her intelligence and position at the Heroes Union, she had always been a little jealous of those who bore powers. “Well… I can’t say it wasn’t worth it. She’s a freak in the sack. But I guess we all like what we like. Until it gets too much. Like, at least file your nails, bitch.” She said with a wince, adjusting herself on the AC unit. “It was a smart call… But like… What about the other girl in the other apartment though?”