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[misschimera]

Date: December 2005
Character: Candice Wilmer, Carmen
Summary: Partnerships and interrogations go together like a horse and carriage. No, really.
Status: Complete
Semi-open

She had insisted on driving a) because she didn't trust Carmen not to drive them into a ditch as far as she could throw her (which wasn't very far) and b) because for once, she

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[arclightblast]

Carmen nodded, lighting up and blowing out a thin stream of smoke. "Sounds really official and all."

She opened the door, holding it in place with her foot and taking the tranq gun from Candice. "Of course, all I really got was blah blah let's shoot somebody."

A grin.

"Which is totally fine by me."

[misschimera]

Well one of us'll be having fun at least.

"Great," she rolled her eyes, making no move to get out of the car. "Then I'll leave you to it. First floor, third door on the right." It paid to have an informer working at the reception.

"Good luck."

[arclightblast]

Carmen pouted, tugging at the other woman's shirt.

"Come on, Candice. It's no fun if you don't come, too."

[misschimera]

She smirked, swatting her hand away. "You're the one with the gun," she shrugged. No need to tell her she had another one holstered, just in case. "So you're the one in charge. I know you can talk tough, you're good at it. I wanna see if you can do the job too."

[arclightblast]

15 minutes later, she was wiping blood from the corner of her mouth, giving a final, viscious kick to the full-corporeal body on the floor.

"Son of a bitch," she hissed, tossing the tranq gun to the floor.

The bastard had phased through her first shot, become solid just soon enough to rip the gun from her hands and bash her in the mouth with it. None of which had saved him from her shockwaves. The fuck had been stupid enough to assume the gun was her only line of defense. He'd pay for it soon enough.

Flicking open the cell phone they'd given her, she called Candice.