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coyotesuspectTitle: Operation Furious Child
Fandom: uh... LJ RPF
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coyotesuspect /familiardevil Spy AU. And roughly based on true events.
Rating: S for Sexy. No, like PG.
Word Count: 900 for this part, 1700 overall
Part: 2/????
Notes: Written on my iPod while waiting for my sister to finish shopping. I haven't even looked it over before posting. Deliberately written in a ridiculous style.
The hotel room Coyote was staying in was as nondescript as a middle aged man and illuminated only by the blue-white glow of her laptop screen.
Coyote plugged in the flash drive Devil had given her, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. As useful as this information would be, it would no doubt be painful as well.
There was a single word document on the zip drive.
Heart hammering like a woodpecker in trepidation, Coyote double clicked.
"So many," she gasped, staring at the long list of names and aliases. Above them, Devil had typed one word, in bright red, size 36 Papyrus font:
Traitors.
There was a knock at the door. Coyote stilled, her hand darting toward the baretta she had placed on the table. In her mind, she ran through a list of people it could possibly be. The room was paid for through another week, and she had made it very clear to the maids that she was not to be disturbed. And besides her handler and Devil no one even knew she was in this city.
She wondered, briefly, if Devil had somehow followed her back here. But that thought was dismissed quickly. There was a second voice, accompanied by a distinctly non-Devilish voice.
"I know you're in there Coyote," said the voice, a low, amused drawl that Coyote knew well. That Coyote had once thought belonged to a friend. Her gaze fell upon the name of the voice's owner, a quarter of the way down the list.
She stood up. There was, by her count, two ways out of the hotel room, excepting the use of explosives. She could go through the front, or shimmy out the bathroom window.
While she may not have known Agent Panda's loyalties, she did know his methods. He would have twice as many people waiting for her outside the bathroom window.
"Coyote," called Panda again. "You're surrounded. This doesn't have to be unpleasant."
Coyote removed the zip drive carefully, then tucked it into one of the many curls of her flowing titian locks. It would be safe there; her hair had long been a secure repository of small objects such as pencils and batteries and cell phones. And now- the zip drive.
She closed her laptop and rose.
"I'm coming!" she yelled. She slid her gun into her waistband, her nerves tingling with adrenaline but not with fear. She had faced worse. The important thing was to make sure the list got into the right hands. Her mind was crystal. Clear. Sharp. Precise.
She walked to the door, flash drive in her hair and laptop left on the table. It took her another thirty seconds to undo all the locks, and when the door finally opened with a soft click, she was met with the smug and smiling face of Agent Panda.
Once, Coyote had found Panda to be quite handsome, but now, there was something sinister to his features, a feral, rodent like quality that she had somehow managed to always overlook.
"I trusted you," she spat.
He smirked. "And I'd prefer if the rest of the agency continued to trust me. Which is why it'll be a tragedy when Agent Coyote is murdered in cold blood by Devil, the double agent."
Coyote narrowed her eyes, feeling a fierce but odd protectiveness swell within her over the woman she had just briefly met. "You're going to try to pin this on Devil?"
Panda laughed. "It would be believable. She's been in deep cover for years. So she's gone native. It's surprisingly common." He laughed again at the expression on Coyote's face. "Yes, we know that she's a double agent. We've been aware of her for awhile."
"You're giving away an awful lot, Panda," said Coyote warily. "Now I know there's a leak at one of the highest levels." How else would they know about Devil's status then?
"That's because I plan on killing you, Coyote. As soon as you tell me where the list is."
"You're not even going to bargain with me?" asked Coyote. She raised a single eyebrow in a nonchalant manner, but her gaze darted nervously toward her laptop. "Give me a chance to see if I'll defect?"
"I know you well enough to know you'd rather die," said Panda pleasantly. "I wouldn't want to insult you by offering you a deal." He smiled past her, at the laptop. "So I'll just kill you and take the laptop now."
"Will you?" said Coyote with a dashing and dramatic arch of her eyebrow. She whirled, pulling her gun out in a swift motion and aiming it at her laptop. She blasted it off the table and into pieces in three quick shots.
Panda stared at her. "That was," he paused, "impressive." Coyote smirked. "But why did you shoot the laptop and not me?"
"Oh," said Coyote. She furrowed her brow. "Uh. Because."
"Because she didn't need to shoot you," said a sudden voice. There was a muffled shot. Panda stiffened, eyes going wide, and then fell forward. Coyote caught him instinctively. Her eyes met a familiar aquamarine pair as Panda breathed his dying last against her neck.
"We need to go," said Devil. "I've already killed the three out back."
Coyote nodded and took a step back, allowing Panda's body to fall to the ground in a crumpled heap. He sprawled across the doorway, and Coyote lifted her gun.
She pointed it directly at Devil's heart.
Fandom: uh... LJ RPF
Summary: It's a
coyotesuspect /familiardevil Spy AU. And roughly based on true events.Rating: S for Sexy. No, like PG.
Word Count: 900 for this part, 1700 overall
Part: 2/????
Notes: Written on my iPod while waiting for my sister to finish shopping. I haven't even looked it over before posting. Deliberately written in a ridiculous style.
Part 1 is here.
The hotel room Coyote was staying in was as nondescript as a middle aged man and illuminated only by the blue-white glow of her laptop screen.
Coyote plugged in the flash drive Devil had given her, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. As useful as this information would be, it would no doubt be painful as well.
There was a single word document on the zip drive.
Heart hammering like a woodpecker in trepidation, Coyote double clicked.
"So many," she gasped, staring at the long list of names and aliases. Above them, Devil had typed one word, in bright red, size 36 Papyrus font:
Traitors.
There was a knock at the door. Coyote stilled, her hand darting toward the baretta she had placed on the table. In her mind, she ran through a list of people it could possibly be. The room was paid for through another week, and she had made it very clear to the maids that she was not to be disturbed. And besides her handler and Devil no one even knew she was in this city.
She wondered, briefly, if Devil had somehow followed her back here. But that thought was dismissed quickly. There was a second voice, accompanied by a distinctly non-Devilish voice.
"I know you're in there Coyote," said the voice, a low, amused drawl that Coyote knew well. That Coyote had once thought belonged to a friend. Her gaze fell upon the name of the voice's owner, a quarter of the way down the list.
She stood up. There was, by her count, two ways out of the hotel room, excepting the use of explosives. She could go through the front, or shimmy out the bathroom window.
While she may not have known Agent Panda's loyalties, she did know his methods. He would have twice as many people waiting for her outside the bathroom window.
"Coyote," called Panda again. "You're surrounded. This doesn't have to be unpleasant."
Coyote removed the zip drive carefully, then tucked it into one of the many curls of her flowing titian locks. It would be safe there; her hair had long been a secure repository of small objects such as pencils and batteries and cell phones. And now- the zip drive.
She closed her laptop and rose.
"I'm coming!" she yelled. She slid her gun into her waistband, her nerves tingling with adrenaline but not with fear. She had faced worse. The important thing was to make sure the list got into the right hands. Her mind was crystal. Clear. Sharp. Precise.
She walked to the door, flash drive in her hair and laptop left on the table. It took her another thirty seconds to undo all the locks, and when the door finally opened with a soft click, she was met with the smug and smiling face of Agent Panda.
Once, Coyote had found Panda to be quite handsome, but now, there was something sinister to his features, a feral, rodent like quality that she had somehow managed to always overlook.
"I trusted you," she spat.
He smirked. "And I'd prefer if the rest of the agency continued to trust me. Which is why it'll be a tragedy when Agent Coyote is murdered in cold blood by Devil, the double agent."
Coyote narrowed her eyes, feeling a fierce but odd protectiveness swell within her over the woman she had just briefly met. "You're going to try to pin this on Devil?"
Panda laughed. "It would be believable. She's been in deep cover for years. So she's gone native. It's surprisingly common." He laughed again at the expression on Coyote's face. "Yes, we know that she's a double agent. We've been aware of her for awhile."
"You're giving away an awful lot, Panda," said Coyote warily. "Now I know there's a leak at one of the highest levels." How else would they know about Devil's status then?
"That's because I plan on killing you, Coyote. As soon as you tell me where the list is."
"You're not even going to bargain with me?" asked Coyote. She raised a single eyebrow in a nonchalant manner, but her gaze darted nervously toward her laptop. "Give me a chance to see if I'll defect?"
"I know you well enough to know you'd rather die," said Panda pleasantly. "I wouldn't want to insult you by offering you a deal." He smiled past her, at the laptop. "So I'll just kill you and take the laptop now."
"Will you?" said Coyote with a dashing and dramatic arch of her eyebrow. She whirled, pulling her gun out in a swift motion and aiming it at her laptop. She blasted it off the table and into pieces in three quick shots.
Panda stared at her. "That was," he paused, "impressive." Coyote smirked. "But why did you shoot the laptop and not me?"
"Oh," said Coyote. She furrowed her brow. "Uh. Because."
"Because she didn't need to shoot you," said a sudden voice. There was a muffled shot. Panda stiffened, eyes going wide, and then fell forward. Coyote caught him instinctively. Her eyes met a familiar aquamarine pair as Panda breathed his dying last against her neck.
"We need to go," said Devil. "I've already killed the three out back."
Coyote nodded and took a step back, allowing Panda's body to fall to the ground in a crumpled heap. He sprawled across the doorway, and Coyote lifted her gun.
She pointed it directly at Devil's heart.
