-=Bow down before the one you serve=- (Closed;Ongoing)

[frozen_velvet]

WHO: Jared Sampson gunningwolf; Elena suits_me; Yazoo frozen_velvet
WHAT: Two Turks check out a potential threat.
WHERE: Outside of Yazoo's apartment to start.
WHEN: Day 154 late late evening.

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[suits_me]

This night had already cost her. The best parking spot for observing his apartment had been previously occupied, and it had taken a few euros to convince the guy to move his car. And as of yet? Not worth the investment. Elena unfolded the bag of chips and crunched down on a few before reaching for her soda. She'd have to vacuum out the car before she returned it. Tseng probably wouldn't approve of eating in his bugatti

[gunningwolf]

Jared took the bag of chips appreciatively and took a handful out, stuffing it all in his mouth as he shifted in his seat. His dark eyes focused up on the window, shifting to the night sky here or there. Jared was glad that he was getting a bit more respect from Elena, but it was probably only due to the fact they were on a mission together

[frozen_velvet]

Yazoo pressed his back against the wall beside the window and took a long drink. Even Italian water was inferior to Russian water. That may be because Russian water is vodka. He removed the wedge of lemon from the rim and bit down into it. The sourness had no effect on the silver haired man. Even the rind was devoured.

"Hmm~" The purr was fitting of a man with almost feline grace. What should he do with these children? What did he want to do?

What he always wanted to do. And that was show them who was the superior one here.

The ice settled in the glass as Yazoo set it down while on his way to the door. It was such a nice night. Perhaps he should go for a drive. He avoided the chance that he be stuck in the elevator with someone less than desirable and took the stairwell instead. Yazoo stepped out of the apartment building and with a flip of his hair over his shoulder walked towards his sleek black Ducati. At least the blasted Italians had gotten something right.

[suits_me]

Elena arched a brow at all the falling crumbs. And then it occurred to her... She didn't have to be the one to clean the car out this time. She could just order him to do it! Well, that changes everything. "Hand me my soda, would ya?" And pay no mind to the devious look on her face

[gunningwolf]

Jared flinched at the cop killer jab and glared back at her. If only she knew the details. To this day, he didn't tell anyone about it, except the cops, but obviously they hadn't made it public. But thanks to that hacker, well now questions started to pop up all over again.

Jared's eyes darted over to the silver haired man approach his bike. He made his mouth into an 'o' shape, but didn't whistle. He was impressed by the transportation vehicle. He liked bikes, but he wouldn't want one himself. They were like screaming death traps if anything. He's feel safer crashing in a car than on a bike.

The rookie adjusted himself in his car seat and watched his superior turn the key. "Let's see if we do get a next pay check for this. If we do, then you can look in the newspaper and magazines for one."

His hand was perched right at his hip,his gun nestled neatly in its holster. The man's fingertips danced right on the handle. Anything could happen on this mission... steak out. Whatever.

[frozen_velvet]

Yazoo straddled the bike and turned the key. There were no signs of a helmet. He never wore one. And without so much as a glance in any direction he pulled out of the parking spot and started to race down the street. No one else would hear his laugh but the sound it graced the only ears that really counted--his own. The sound was thick and smooth like honey

[suits_me]

"After this I might even get a promotion." Well, probably not. She can dream though. Elena pulled out after the bike, and was pretty happy with the immediate acceleration. She'd never really pushed her boss's car to the limit. This might just give her a reason to. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Jared toying with one of his weapons and a slow smile spread across her lips. "Hey. Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" What? Tseng would think it was funny

[gunningwolf]

Jared frowned at her gun innuendo and rolled his eyes. Very funny. It seemed as though everyone in this little group had some kind of sick joke up their sleeve. The rookie stared at the tail lights almost boredly until she make that sharp turn of hers

[frozen_velvet]

Yazoo leaned forward against the handlebars of his Ducati as he waited in the dark alley. Soon enough they would reappear. But how fortunate that Elena didn't crash such a nice expensive car. He watched them pull up to the entranceway and played a game of 'what could they be talking about'? with himself. It soon grew boring

[suits_me]

She frowned gently at Jared's words and drummed her fingers thoughtfully against the steering wheel. "I hate to admit it, but you're probably right." But before she could say or even think anything else, Elena was suddenly blinded by a too bright and too close light

[gunningwolf]

Jared ;et out his own string of cuss words as the chaos rained over them. Shattered glass, Elena leaning over him for protection. Jared was surprised by it all together. The soon to be turk could feel the glass rain down them and when Elena slipped away, Jared took that moment to ram his own door open, seeing how bent it was from the impact already. He was almost afraid it was gonna be jammed. He pushed all of his weight into the door, and only found that the door fell to the ground with a clatter and even more shattering