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theforgottengn · 7 years

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Brother Sweet Brother

Characters: Kilo, Victor, Papa, Sierra, Holly Wallchester

Word Count: 2,570

Trigger Warning: Slight Swearing

A/N: I don’t really have anything to say here… Except that there might be a part two. Maybe.

Summary: On a mission surrounding a criminal lawyer Kilo is bored out of her mind. After rooting around the woman’s apartment she works up an appetite. When she runs down to the store something bad happens.

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The penthouse apartment had an air of money, which was given off by the luxury decor, stale wine and loneliness. Kilo lay on the floor, on her stomach, in the large space between the glass coffee table and the wall. A large, nasty looking, wine stain colored the floor in front of her but she didn’t pay it any attention. She was listening carefully to the conversation that flowed through her comm. It was her job to listen for important things. The things that people only said when they let their guard down. That’s what they trained her for and so that’s what she did.

But sometimes it was just so damn boring. Tonight was exactly that.

“So,” Papa’s super-sexy voice filled her ears as the Swallow turned her charm on the target.

“What’s it going be, baby? My place or yours?”

Kilo cringed slightly at the thought of Papa working her magic. Imagining her slide over in the booth, or across the bar, to whomever was enough to make Kilo want to puke. Sometimes she really hated her job. Whenever she had to listen in on one of Papa’s go-arounds she hated it even more. Biting her lip Kilo hoped that their target, Holly Wallchester, would say no.

Can’t somebody say no just once? she thought desperately.

“Lead the way, sugar,” responds the woman.

Swearing under her breath Kilo punched the soft, faded tan, carpet. Virtually nothing happened. The small fibers of the carpet sprung back into place almost instantly. Rising from the floor Kilo let out an annoyed sigh.

Well, I guess it’s good they aren’t coming back here.

Walking the short distance to the door of the adjacent bedroom she tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear. Biting her lip again she put her ear against the wood.

Loud metal clashing and pained grunting sounds floated to her.

Shaking her head she stepped back from the door. Victor tended to box himself in whenever he was working; said he couldn’t handle distractions. And yet whenever she connected to him on the comm link he answered right away. But now that he finished his work he was deep in whatever game he was playing, WoW most likely, there wasn’t a chance in hell that she would get his attention.

Walking over to the kitchen she wondered why Vic didn’t just wait until they got back home and use that setup.

They weren’t holed up in a safe house a good distance from all the action. The pair was taking up a short time residence in the target’s apartment. Knee deep in the action; the deepest they’ve ever been. As a rule the Cobblers & Musicians were supposed to kept as far away as possible. But the mission was in one of the very few areas where they did not have a safe house nearby.

Kilo walked through the space between the counter and the wall; entering the kitchen. Her boot-less socked feet hit the cold white title.

The kitchen, and the apartment, was as fancy as high-end penthouse apartments go. Even with all that luxury every single thing from the coffee table to the fridge was just for show. Or at least appeared to be. All the appliances looked like they had just been bought and everything had screamed do not touch. Kilo loved rooting around in other people’s lives so she took the comm silence as the opportunity that it was. And as always she started with the kitchen.

“Okay, let’s see whatcha got in here.”

Opening the cupboards first Kilo’s eyes scanned the boxes, cans, and packages. Boring old-people cereal. Kraft boxed mac and cheese; the worst kind. Cans upon cans of tomato paste. Lots and lots of angel hair pasta. A pretty random empty cardboard box the size of her head lay on the very top shelf. Nothing she wanted so she closed the cupboard and moved on to the next one.

The second cupboard was filled with expensive-looking plates and cups.

You live alone, like the old lady you apparently are, why in the world do you have so many freaking plates?

Kilo stared at the plates for a minute of two and then shrugged. After closing the cupboard she turns around and inspects the stove. Opening the oven door she hopes the woman left something inside. Like maybe a pizza or a chocolate cake. Hell, she’d take a damn veggie casserole.

Nothing.

Biting her lip she walks the few short steps to the fridge. Gripping the handle she opens it but the door doesn’t budge. Luckily she pulls hard enough the second time and it opens. Holly Wallchester’s fridge is filled with fresh fruits and veggies. So fresh in fact that many of the vegetables still have dirt on them.

Freaking vegans.

The rest of the fridge was filled with half-full bottles of wine. Kilo frowns and then opens the freezer. She doesn’t want to look thinking that it would be barren. But she looks inside anyway; not really wanting to leave Vic alone for a snack run. And a beautiful sight greets her in the form of a tub of chocolate ice cream with chocolate swirl and brownie pieces.

Smiling to herself she takes the tub from the freezer and closes the door.

Jackpot!

Reading the nutritional label on the tub the ice cream isn’t some fake vegan rip-off. It’s surprisingly actual, real, ice cream. She pulls the lid off and the tub is almost full. Only a couple medium-sized scoops had been taken out.

Freaking double jackpot!

Kilo grabs a spoon from the drawer underneath the counter. Digging into her ice cream she walks back over to the door to the bedroom. Knocking loudly she performs the secret knock she and Vic came up with long ago. The entire team spent so much time together the pair needed a few things for themselves. They came up with the secret knock years ago in basic and it stuck ever since.

“Hey, dude, you want some ice cream? It’s awesome.”

“No, I’m good.”

“You sure? It’s loaded with chocolate.”

Kilo can practically see Victor’s annoyed face as he says; “I don’t want any.”

“Suit yourself,” she singsongs before walking away.

“Just don’t steal any from me later,” she threatens quickly.

Victor says nothing in return and so she plops down on the couch; sitting crossed-legged. Turning her attention back to her ear comm she listens back in on the conversation. Spooning heaping spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth. A wad falls on her pants, coloring the black fabric, and she gets up to grab a towel from the kitchen. Papa’s voice floats through back through her comm.

“Are you sure about this?”

That was one of her classic moves. She made her marks think they had the power by acting timid. Or by acting like she was helpless. And by the time Papa got what the team needed and when the target put two and two together, it was already too late. If they did. Best part was it worked every time.

“Of course. I want you inside me, Robin. I want you. I. Need. You.”

Holly started to punctuate her words by kissing Papa’s neck. Kilo could hear the passion filled sounds loudly in her ears. She also heard the primal urge in the woman’s voice. Then she heard the sound of clothes rustling as Papa’s dress brushed over her head as she stripped. With a grimace Kilo quickly double tapped her comm.

She couldn’t take any more of this; not tonight anyway.

Disgusted by the fact she was eating ice cream that had touched lips which were now touching Papa’s lips Kilo puts the lid back on the container. Walking back into the kitchen she throws it back in the freezer compartment and washes the spoon. Wiping her hands on her pants, Wallchester owned not a single clean towel, she exits the kitchen.

Once she’s back on the couch Kilo grabs the TV remote from the glass coffee table.

Kilo turns on the TV and flicks through Wallchester’s Netflix account. Even the large flat screen TV was just for show. The woman hadn’t even watched a single show or movie. The favorites section of the account were the shows everyone talked about; Games of Thrones, Stranger Things, American Horror Story and Orange Is the New Black. But not a single episode had been watched.

Intel was right. She cares about nothing but her work. And keeping up appearances.

When she got tired of the ice cream she returned it to the freezer. The ice cream wasn’t as good as she thought it would be and she was still hungry. Whether she liked it or not she would have to go for a snack run. She could listen in on Kilo and Wallchester while she ran to the store. And the closest one was just a block or two away. All would be well.

So she turned her comm back on and connected to Victor. She began tossing a glass ball filled with gold glitter up and down.

“Hey, dude, I’m doing a quick snack run. Should be back in five. Maybe ten.”

Cool. I’ll be here.

Kilo pulled her boots on and tied them as quick as possible. Then she grabbed a wad of Wallchester’s extra cash from the trendy wooden key plate on the small side table underneath the coat hooks in the short hall. It’s not like the woman was going to miss it especially if the next few days went the way they were supposed to. She went back to the bedroom, quickly knocked, and told Vic she was leaving. Then she opened the door and walked to the elevator. Luckily for her there were no other people in the elevator. Once the elevator stopped in the lobby Kilo exited the building and then walked down the semi-crowded street.

Once out in the street Kilo tapped into Papa’s conversation with Wallchester.

“Oh wow! Your work must be so stressful!” Papa’s voice floated through and her fake interest was obvious. Well, apparently not at all obvious to Wallchester. And even if most people hate their work they love talking about how they hate their work. And Wallchester was one of those people.

A vegan and a venter! Just my luck!

Kilo thought bitterly as she turned to the side to avoid a moving man with loads of boxes.

“You don’t even know the half of it! I’m a damn criminal defense lawyer. All I do is defend these scumbag delinquents. And without a paralegal I have to do most of the grunt work myself.”

“Oh yeah. That’s pretty stressful,” Kilo agreed.

“And don’t even get me started on dealing with paparazzi!”

“Wait a minute… Weren’t you the lawyer on that art gallery/money laundering case? Some Swiss businessman or something?”

“The Bouvier Affair? Yes. That was me.”

“You didn’t take any bribes from him did you?”

“I’m not at liberty to say…”

Wallchester started to reply but Papa cut her off. Turning her sexy voice on even more Papa was getting Wallchester to admit the truth. By this time Kilo had made it to the small corner store and was paying for her snacks. A couple bag of Funyuns, a couple energy drinks, a few chocolate bars and a large bag of Spicy Nacho Doritos for Vic. He had been holed up in Wallchester’s bedroom for a while so he’d definitely be hungry when she got back.

Just as she was about to pay for the snacks an unknown voice came through her comm link.

If you ever want to see your friend again you’ll do exactly as I say. And you’re gonna start by leaving Miss Wallchester alone.

Kilo dropped the money in disbelief and ran through the store. Pushing through the sudden night sidewalk traffic of the city she continued to run. She ran all the way back to Wallchester’s apartment. And once she was in the elevator she rapidly pushed the button for the top floor. But the elevator started to fill up with more people. Kilo kept close to the buttons and pressed whatever floor numbers other people called out. Despite the fact that only a few buttons were pressed the elevator was slow going.

Come on, come on, come on!

Kilo bit her bottom lip and started to impatiently repeatedly press the button for the top floor. Once the elevator made it to the penthouse floor she rushed out of the elevator. Everything looked fine from the outside but the door was slightly open. The door was fully intact and so the lock on the door was obviously picked. Kilo reached inside her pocket and pulled out her gloves. Once her gloves were on she reached into the holster at the small of her back and grabbed the black 9mm Beretta which sat there. Then she pushed the door open.

The rest of the place was torn apart. Wallchester’s living room belongings were strewn about the room. Shattered glass was everywhere. The sofa was completely destroyed; each cushion was ripped open. The bedroom door was kicked open the room was trashed and Vic was gone.

So was his laptop.

“Why did you take him?!” Kilo said through grit teeth when she connected to Victor’s comm.

Aw… Can’t find your precious hacker? Don’t worry we’re taking good care of him. the voice taunted in Kilo’s ear.

“Whoever the hell you are I’m going to find you and you’re gonna tell me why. Then I’m going to kick your ass and save my brother.”

Oh you’ll find out why we took your little friend. You’ll find out soon enough.

“He’s not my friend. He’s my brother and you’re dead meat.”

The only response Kilo received was a loud cackle-type laugh and then the click off a comm shut off. She ran to the other room and grabbed her equipment. Biting her lip she started the remote comm tracker in her small tape recorder. But with the comm broken she had to rely on the backup tracker which was embedded in the back of his knee. Every agent had one but they rarely thought about them. Now Victor’s life was hanging in the balance and dependent on a backup. All because of Kilo and her stupid boredom appetite. With her bottom lip about to bleed she connected through to Sierra. Kilo didn’t wait for any conversation formalities to pass between them. They didn’t have much time.

“Vic’s been abducted!”

Sierra was someone one could count on to keep a cool head even in situations like this. That’s what leaders did and she was good at it. “Do you know when or where he is now?”

“No but it happened just a few minutes ago. Five maybe ten. I… I just went down a couple blocks to the store and… Shit! Shit! Shit! This is all my fault!” Tears began to fall and Kilo couldn’t stop them.

“It’s not your fault, Ki. Trust me.”

“It is!” Kilo cried through tears. “We’re supposed to look after each other. Keep each other safe no matter what. And I let him down. I let everybody down.”

“Breathe, okay? Just breathe. We’ll find him. You’re probably tracking him as we speak.”

Kilo laughed and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “Yeah, I am.”

“Then we’ll definitely find him.”

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