[TM] 248 - Make A Good Spy
NOTE: Faith Lehane referenced is msattentionspan within an AU universe and in no way affects the TM Faith.
“So you brought the goods?”
He rolled his eyes with a snort, tossing his hair out of his eyes. “Yeah, Chomper, I got the goods. She’s stayin’ in a motel just off the highway.”
The vampire narrowed his eyes, making Sawyer’s stomach turn. Something about the way those disturbing yellow depths glittered made him vaguely sick, but he kept his game face on and forced himself to stay calm. Steady his heartbeat, keep his breathing regular. Faith had warned him about tells, and he knew enough not to let a mark see him sweat.
Behind him, he heard the second fang face slowly circle, probably trying to psych him out. Idiots thought they could play a player…he almost wanted to laugh. For some reason, he thought that they’d be smarter. They were superhuman, right?
“If you’re playing us…we’ll kill you.”
Sneering, he narrowed his eyes. “Whatcha take me for, some kinda nitwit?” he spat. “I know what you are, and I’m tellin’ you right now: dumb bitch almost got me killed last night thanks to that dumb blonde friend of yers!”
“Her name was Deidre, and your whore Slayer staked her!”
“Aw, gee…sorry, didn’t know y’all got attached. No souls and all.”
“Hey! Just because we have no souls doesn’t mean we can’t fall in love! That’s discriminatory!”
Okay, it was bad to turn his back on the one he assumed was in charge, but he had to face the second vampire and raise an eyebrow at that. Was this asshole for real?...
“Just ignore him. You’ll deliver the Slayer to us tomorrow night?”
Grateful for the reprieve, Sawyer faced the first vampire again and nodded. “Yeah. Just be there and be ready to pay me. She’s got the place warded against you…I don’t get my money, I don’t invite you in. We clear?”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get paid.”
When the vampire turned his back, Sawyer took that as his cue to go. Fortunately, the second vampire didn’t give him too much trouble…he wasn’t sure if he could restrain himself from just smacking the stupid shitheel just for the hell of it.
The drive back to the hotel wasn’t a long one, but Sawyer still took his time, making sure he wasn’t followed. When he felt it was safe, he parked in front of their room and strolled up to their door with an immense feeling of satisfaction that only came from a well-executed grift.
Letting himself in, he caught sight of Faith in the back of the room, frozen mid-pace. He might have jerked her around a bit, but she was already upset with him for pushing his way into this job. Sure, she could have taken down the nest of vampires kidnapping and tapping local college girls to sell their blood for a profit, but when she gave him the details he’d badgered his way into things.
First a few patrols, now a full on hunt for the bigger bad news lurking in the darkness. Still…damn it, they were preying on young girls, and it just wasn’t right.
Spreading his arms, he flashed her his most winning smile, striding towards her and catching her in his arms abruptly as he leaned in and stole a kiss.
“Told you I made a good spy, Lively Legs.” He purred. “One big boss, one lackey, and maybe four or five stooges I saw wanderin’ around. Stooges are comin’ fer ya tomorrow night. We pick ‘em off? The other two are as good as dead.”
"Techinically they're already big on making with the dead part, we're putting them to dust. Still I gotta say I'm impressed, I knew you could figure out how to sneak your way into my pants, didn't figure you'd be so sly to the undead too."
Grinning, Sawyer bent to scoop her into his arms and walk the six steps necessary to playfully toss her on the bed before he crawled on top of her, bending to nip at the slope of her jawline.
“Baby, you may have some fast feet and a sharp tongue,” he purred against her skin, “but I still got moves the likes of which you’ve never seen.”
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 701
“So you brought the goods?”
He rolled his eyes with a snort, tossing his hair out of his eyes. “Yeah, Chomper, I got the goods. She’s stayin’ in a motel just off the highway.”
The vampire narrowed his eyes, making Sawyer’s stomach turn. Something about the way those disturbing yellow depths glittered made him vaguely sick, but he kept his game face on and forced himself to stay calm. Steady his heartbeat, keep his breathing regular. Faith had warned him about tells, and he knew enough not to let a mark see him sweat.
Behind him, he heard the second fang face slowly circle, probably trying to psych him out. Idiots thought they could play a player…he almost wanted to laugh. For some reason, he thought that they’d be smarter. They were superhuman, right?
“If you’re playing us…we’ll kill you.”
Sneering, he narrowed his eyes. “Whatcha take me for, some kinda nitwit?” he spat. “I know what you are, and I’m tellin’ you right now: dumb bitch almost got me killed last night thanks to that dumb blonde friend of yers!”
“Her name was Deidre, and your whore Slayer staked her!”
“Aw, gee…sorry, didn’t know y’all got attached. No souls and all.”
“Hey! Just because we have no souls doesn’t mean we can’t fall in love! That’s discriminatory!”
Okay, it was bad to turn his back on the one he assumed was in charge, but he had to face the second vampire and raise an eyebrow at that. Was this asshole for real?...
“Just ignore him. You’ll deliver the Slayer to us tomorrow night?”
Grateful for the reprieve, Sawyer faced the first vampire again and nodded. “Yeah. Just be there and be ready to pay me. She’s got the place warded against you…I don’t get my money, I don’t invite you in. We clear?”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get paid.”
When the vampire turned his back, Sawyer took that as his cue to go. Fortunately, the second vampire didn’t give him too much trouble…he wasn’t sure if he could restrain himself from just smacking the stupid shitheel just for the hell of it.
The drive back to the hotel wasn’t a long one, but Sawyer still took his time, making sure he wasn’t followed. When he felt it was safe, he parked in front of their room and strolled up to their door with an immense feeling of satisfaction that only came from a well-executed grift.
Letting himself in, he caught sight of Faith in the back of the room, frozen mid-pace. He might have jerked her around a bit, but she was already upset with him for pushing his way into this job. Sure, she could have taken down the nest of vampires kidnapping and tapping local college girls to sell their blood for a profit, but when she gave him the details he’d badgered his way into things.
First a few patrols, now a full on hunt for the bigger bad news lurking in the darkness. Still…damn it, they were preying on young girls, and it just wasn’t right.
Spreading his arms, he flashed her his most winning smile, striding towards her and catching her in his arms abruptly as he leaned in and stole a kiss.
“Told you I made a good spy, Lively Legs.” He purred. “One big boss, one lackey, and maybe four or five stooges I saw wanderin’ around. Stooges are comin’ fer ya tomorrow night. We pick ‘em off? The other two are as good as dead.”
"Techinically they're already big on making with the dead part, we're putting them to dust. Still I gotta say I'm impressed, I knew you could figure out how to sneak your way into my pants, didn't figure you'd be so sly to the undead too."
Grinning, Sawyer bent to scoop her into his arms and walk the six steps necessary to playfully toss her on the bed before he crawled on top of her, bending to nip at the slope of her jawline.
“Baby, you may have some fast feet and a sharp tongue,” he purred against her skin, “but I still got moves the likes of which you’ve never seen.”
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 701