Sensory Pleasure part 8 - (01/26/2008)
Don't worry, I'm not going to be neglecting this story just because I've started another one. ^_^
Title: Sensory Pleasure (part 8/?)
Author: That'd be me. *grins* Andrew, Obsidian, call me what you want. But only if it's nice. ;)
Rating: PG-13, at least.
Previously, on Sensory Pleasure: Amy goes clubbing with Dom and outs herself to the French agent; the DEBS head to Alaska in pursuit of Lucy, leading Amy to ponder on a few things; and Lucy gets Amy in her clutches, ready to finish her off at any moment.
Legal Disclaimer: I do not own 'D.E.B.S.', Angela Robinson does. Though if I had my way, there would have been a sequel or two by now. ;)
"Tonight, could I be lost forever?
To drown my soul in sensory pleasure."
~Natalie Imbruglia, Beauty on the Fire (album - White Lilies Island (2001))
They probably didn't have time for it, but Amy cuddled against Lucy on the desk.
"Alaska? Seriously?" She'd put the few items of clothing Lucy had actually bothered to remove back on, of course, but it was still cold.
"It's a good spot for gun running," Lucy defended.
"I'm sure it is," Amy replied, placing a kiss on her cheek. "But can't your next out-of-state crime be somewhere warmer? Like Hawaii or something?"
"You know most of the smuggling in Hawaii is drugs, and I won't touch those." Because even she had some limits. "Well, that or people."
"Yeah, but if we didn't know why you were there, we might have to stay for a while," Amy pointed out. She then grinned and added, "We could go to Diamond Head!"
Lucy clapped a hand over her mouth to try and contain her laughter.
"Come on, think about it," Amy tempted. "Sun, gorgeous beaches, beautiful water, the culture, the sights..." Her grin turned wicked. "Making love under a waterfall..."
A moan floated out from behind Lucy's hand, and she removed it to ask, "Just which of us is supposed to be the evil one here, anyway?"
Amy choked down a laugh of her own, even as she was aware of her team on the other side of the door, working frantically to try and 'save' her. "Well, I am Lucy Diamond's girlfriend. And come on, you and me on a tropical island...?"
"I'll see what I can come up with," Lucy whispered, kissing her softly. She slid off the desk with a sigh. "Unfortunately, before anything else can happen, I have to leave." She began rummaging around in a bag on the floor. "Which means you have to be knocked out. And I don't wanna hit you, again." She held up a slender case, which looked just a bit longer then most glasses case, and opened it to reveal a syringe with an innocuous-looking clear liquid in it. Next to that was a packet containing an alcohol rub, which she opened and swiped a spot on Amy's arm with.
"Not that I was overly fond of the 'punch to the head' method, either," Amy began, "but... what is that?"
"Just a little something to knock you senseless while I make my getaway," Lucy promised. "Sorry," she added at Amy's wince when she injected her with it. "And hey, with any luck, maybe they'll think I was interrogating you, or something."
"Sure... unless they heard me," Amy muttered, eyelids drooping as the drug began to take effect.
"I'll see you when you get home," Lucy promised, planting one last kiss on her lips before vanishing.
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The silence coming from inside the locked room was beginning to become worrying.
Max had gotten rid of the chains, and was now working on the lock itself, but she couldn't help but imagine the worst. After one final, incoherent shout, they had heard absolutely nothing from Amy... or Lucy, for that matter. What were they going to find in there? What kind of condition would Amy be in?
She knew Janet was also worried - from the quiet whimpers she kept making, it would be hard not to - but surprisingly enough, even Dominique looked concerned. Or as concerned as Dom ever looked, anyway.
Finally, the lock clicked open and they were through the door before it registered that this could be a trap. Max felt appalled with herself for her lacking leadership, but the room was empty... except for Amy.
She was sprawled on the desk, unconscious, an empty syringe laying next to her. Dominique carefully bagged it for evidence while Max shook Amy, trying to wake her up.
And she was just unconscious, thank goodness, with no visible injuries anywhere... Well, except for some bruising on her neck and collarbone. Somehow, it didn't surprise her at all that Lucy Diamond would be an expert at torturing someone without leaving all that much in the way of physical signs of it. "Amy?" she asked when the blond's eyelids fluttered. "Are you awake?"
Amy squinted up at her. "Hey."
Relief flooded through her. "Are you okay?"
Amy smiled, her eyes unfocused. "I'm great," she said slowly, as if stringing her thoughts together into words was a challenge. "Ooo... lookit that."
"At what?" Max asked, some tension creeping back in.
"Pretty colors." Amy reached out a hand, as if to touch them, and pouted when she couldn't.
Getting coherent answers out of her, Max realized, might be easier said then done, at least until whatever she'd been injected with wore off. "What did Lucy want from you?" she asked pointedly, hoping it got through.
"She left," Amy said, pout deepening. "You made her leave."
"Yeah, I know that. But what did she want from you before that?"
Amy tried to slide off the table, but her legs wouldn't quite support her, and she crashed to the ground with a giggle. Max helped her up and threw Amy's arm over her shoulders. Amy swayed and leaned against her. "Mmm... you smell nice," she said, nose buried against Max's neck.
Oh, boy... Well, it was obvious they weren't going to get anything from her in this condition. "Help me get her down to the ca-ah!" The order to her squad was lost in what anyone who wasn't afraid of Max shooting them for it would have called a squeak as Amy nipped at her neck.
What the hell had Diamond injected her with, anyway? Crack?
Dominique and Janet had completed their sweep of the room by then, but there was nothing else that could be considered evidence of any kind. It was obvious that Lucy had effectively cleared out before they'd gotten there, staying only long enough to take a shot at Amy.
Max gritted her teeth as Amy's hand wandered down to her ass, and wondered just what the hell Diamond had been planning on doing to her when they'd interrupted.
Thankfully, the switch for the stairs was easy enough to find. Amy kept giggling at random intervals as they escorted her to the lower level - Janet having taken her other arm, since Amy didn't seem at all inclined to try anything with her. She'd looked almost insulted at being left out (it had taken them almost a minute to pry Amy off of Dominique, though it might have gone faster had the French agent cooperated at all), but had gotten over it quickly enough.
She and Janet took the back seat, and her head leaned against the window as they drove. "Can we stop for burgers on the way home?" she asked at one point. "I'm hungry."
"You're a vegetarian," Max reminded her patiently.
"I am?" She blinked slowly. "Oh." She was silent for a long moment. "Do I have to be?"
"Well... no," Janet said, uncertainly. "I thought you liked being one, though."
"Meh." There was another pause, then she giggled again. "I feel really good," she informed them.
"We know," Max said, not bothering to even look at her in the mirror. They were almost to the town's tiny airstrip, weren't they?
"I dunno what she gave me, but I kinda like it."
"Clearly."
Things were silent for a while, then Dominique sighed. "Janet?"
"Hmm?" She looked over to see that Amy had slipped under the top loop of her seatbelt and was leaning forward, her arms slipping over the back of the seat, hands creeping slowly down Dominique's chest. "Oh." She unceremoniously yanked Amy back, putting her seatbelt back on her correctly, and giving her a stern look that said to stay put.
Amy pouted at her. "You're mean," she said, before turning to stare out the window at something only she could see.
It was gonna be a long trip home.
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"Ow."
It wasn't the most profound complaint Amy had ever made, but she felt it got her point across quite nicely.
Her head was throbbing, and she felt like she might throw up at any moment. The hell of it, though, was that most of this seemed to be because of what the DEBS had given her to counteract Lucy's drug, rather then the drug itself.
Her friends had been awfully evasive about what had happened while she'd been under the influence, right up until Janet had finally blurted out a question wondering if there was some reason Amy hadn't been all over her, too. Max, shooting her a venomous look, was finally convinced to explain just what had gone on.
Since she couldn't leave the infirmary quite yet, Amy simply buried her head underneath her pillow, utterly mortified.
"Can we maybe not mention that part to Miss Petrie?" her muffled voice requested pleadingly.
"Our report stated that you were disoriented and confused," Max told her.
Amy cautiously peeked out from under her pillow. "That's all?"
"That's all," Max confirmed. "It seemed the most polite way of phrasing it. What did she want from you, anyway?"
Amy wanted to hide again, but she made herself lay her sit up in bed. Her stomach didn't quite agree with this idea, but she managed to quell its mutiny... for the moment. She thought she could hold out for another hour or so... maybe. "I don't remember. Things get REALLY fuzzy after she injected me with that... whatever it was." And that part was certainly true. Please drop the subject, she silently pleaded. Please?
And though she'd been praying for some kind of distraction, she got the worst one possible as the infirmary doors opened and closed again, admitting Bobby.
Had she said another hour or so? Better make that another minute or so. "Go away," she groaned, in no mood to deal with him.
As ever, her words didn't quite seem to register. "I just heard what happened," he said as he approached Amy's bed. "Are you all right?"
"I feel like I'm gonna throw up, and your cologne is not helping," Amy replied truthfully. She hadn't minded it much while they were dating, and even now it usually didn't bother her, but with her stomach in the condition it was in... Frankly, even the lingering traces of cigarette smoke that perpetually clung to Dominique were turning her stomach a little.
To his credit, he did at least take a step back from the bed, though it was only a small step, so she decided to give him just half a point. Turning to Max, he demanded, "How could you just let Diamond grab her like that?!"
On the other hand, maybe she didn't want him to leave quite yet. Watching him provoke Max into beating him senseless might just make her feel a little better.
Max had been silently berating herself for just that the entire trip back from Alaska, but that was different. She was allowed to second guess herself. Bobby was not. "'Let her'? I didn't let her do anything! And considering your organization's dismal record regarding Lucy Diamond, I don't think you have any room to talk!"
"Well, I haven't had a crack at her, yet, now have I? Unlike you."
"I think I'm gonna throw up," Amy volunteered.
"I know the feeling," Max said flatly, glaring at Bobby. "And if you think for one minute that someone who's managed to elude every law enforcement agency on the planet is that easy-"
"I think putting a DEB that you know she'll go after in a position where she can be so easily taken-"
"-then you're even stupider then I would have thought! And let me tell you, that shouldn't even be physically possible!"
"-just smacks of amateurish behavior and unprofessionalism!"
"Really, I'm not kidding. I'm going to throw up."
"You are 'ardly one to talk of unprofessional behavior," Dominique broke in. "Does Amy 'ave to shoot you to make you go away?"
"I think she might do it," Janet muttered.
"Basin, please, now?"
Bobby took a step toward Janet to reply, but, unfortunately, this just brought the scent of his cologne to Amy's nose again, and she lost the battle to keep her last meal where it belonged.
As it turned out, Bobby really should have taken a few more steps back.
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A few hours later, Amy had finally been released by the medical staff, and though her stomach still felt a bit queasy and her head still throbbed, she thought she could live with it.
After offering her brief report to Mr. Phipps (there wasn't much more she could add to what the others had already told him, after all), she'd fled from the academy, unable to put up with the awed looks she kept getting in the state she was in.
She wanted to see Lucy, but she hadn't turned her cell phone back on, yet, and Amy could only leave so many voice mail messages before she started sounding pathetic. She had no idea where Lucy's Lair was, so she just walked through the city.
She'd taken a minute before leaving to change out of uniform, since she was off-duty for the next day or so to "recuperate from her ordeal", and had gone with basic black, not feeling up to coordinating an outfit. T-shirt, jeans, socks, shoes... Maybe it was a tad monochrome, but it worked, she thought.
She'd ended up down near the docks, after catching a bus part of the way, still uncertain exactly where she was going. She'd been trying to think during her walk, to sort through everything, but her head was such a jumble that it wasn't working.
There were voices coming from up ahead, and one look told her she was approaching some kind of illegal activity. Not a huge surprise in the part of town that she was in, really, but she actually recognized a few of the people present from her last trip to Lucy's place.
Clearly they recognized her, too, because not only was she not shot, but she was actually waved forward.
The argument seemed to be mainly between two men, one of Hispanic origin, the other looking like he'd wandered off the set of a surfing tv show. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" the Hispanic one demanded, his voice only lightly accented. "I will not be cheated!"
"You did not just call me a cheater," the tall blonde snarled angrily.
"What'd I miss?" Amy murmured to the closest of Lucy's mercs.
"They're two of Lucy's buyers," he replied just as quietly. "They're supposed to be splitting the weapons she just secured, but can't agree on who is supposed to get what percentage."
"Who is?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the fight. It was staying purely verbal so far, but who knew how long that would last?
"We don't know, and she's not answering our calls."
So it wasn't just her that couldn't get a hold of Lucy. Well, that was something. Not something convenient, especially just then, but something. "Great." With a sigh, she walked forward. "What the hell is going on here?" She said it loudly enough to catch the attention of the two arguing parties, stopping them cold. She didn't really want to get in the middle of something like this, but if someone didn't do something then guns would be pulled, people would get hurt, some would die, and there could easily be collateral damage.
"Who the fuck are you?" the blond demanded.
She had her gun out and aimed at his head before he could blink. "I'm Lucy Diamond's fucking girlfriend," she snapped angrily.
That instantly got everyone's attention. "Whoa, whoa!" he said, hands up as he backed away. "Easy! I'm just..."
"I'll ask again, what is going on here?"
"My 'friend' here doesn't seem to believe me when I tell him that Miss Diamond promised me the second half of the shipment," the Hispanic man informed her in a much smoother, more cultured tone then she'd heard him use yet.
"That's because she didn't," surfer-boy said, trying to sound as calm as his 'friend', and not entirely succeeding. The "second half", Amy surmised, was either bigger, or contained something in particular that they both wanted. "She promised it to me."
Amy had lowered her gun, but pointedly did not put it away. "And I just know there's some reason you think I should give a damn about who gets what."
"Indeed there is, Miss...?"
"Because, really," she continued, ignoring the implied question, "first half, second half... There shouldn't be much of a difference."
"Only if you don't think a few pounds of C-4 is important," the Not Yet Silver Surfer grumbled.
Ah. So that was it. They both wanted to blow something up, and needed the C-4 to do it. She considered this.
"My family has done business with the Reynolds for many years," the walking ad for Latin America informed her. "We have-"
"And you think I haven't done anything for Lucy?!" The various thugs were arranging themselves around their employers, ready for a fight if one broke out.
She figured that Lucy's mercs were clustering protectively around her more so that Lucy wouldn't get upset with them for letting something happen to her then they expected orders from her, but it didn't matter. "I don't care!" she shouted, silencing them again. "This is what we're going to do. We're going to rearrange the two halves of the shipment so that the C-4 is divided evenly. You are going to take that, and the other weapons you get. You will pay Lucy exactly what you owe her. There will be no attempted bribes to try and curry her favor. And most of all, you will get out of my sight before I start getting annoyed with you."
Heh. 'Start'.
There was some final macho posturing, because evidently men simply couldn't just do what they were told without looking tough in front of their friends OR enemies, but they did eventually depart. After they were gone, Amy turned to Lucy's people and asked, "Can you take me to see her, please?" She didn't need to specify who she meant.
They instantly agreed, of course, since she was Lucy's girlfriend and had been nice enough to smooth out the details of the arms deal, leading the way to their car. As they walked, though, Amy abruptly stopped dead in her tracks as she realized she'd just done it again.
"Damn it!"
Ah, Amy. What are we going to do with you? :) (Well, I bet Lucy has some ideas... ;) )
Title: Sensory Pleasure (part 8/?)
Author: That'd be me. *grins* Andrew, Obsidian, call me what you want. But only if it's nice. ;)
Rating: PG-13, at least.
Previously, on Sensory Pleasure: Amy goes clubbing with Dom and outs herself to the French agent; the DEBS head to Alaska in pursuit of Lucy, leading Amy to ponder on a few things; and Lucy gets Amy in her clutches, ready to finish her off at any moment.
Legal Disclaimer: I do not own 'D.E.B.S.', Angela Robinson does. Though if I had my way, there would have been a sequel or two by now. ;)
"Tonight, could I be lost forever?
To drown my soul in sensory pleasure."
~Natalie Imbruglia, Beauty on the Fire (album - White Lilies Island (2001))
They probably didn't have time for it, but Amy cuddled against Lucy on the desk.
"Alaska? Seriously?" She'd put the few items of clothing Lucy had actually bothered to remove back on, of course, but it was still cold.
"It's a good spot for gun running," Lucy defended.
"I'm sure it is," Amy replied, placing a kiss on her cheek. "But can't your next out-of-state crime be somewhere warmer? Like Hawaii or something?"
"You know most of the smuggling in Hawaii is drugs, and I won't touch those." Because even she had some limits. "Well, that or people."
"Yeah, but if we didn't know why you were there, we might have to stay for a while," Amy pointed out. She then grinned and added, "We could go to Diamond Head!"
Lucy clapped a hand over her mouth to try and contain her laughter.
"Come on, think about it," Amy tempted. "Sun, gorgeous beaches, beautiful water, the culture, the sights..." Her grin turned wicked. "Making love under a waterfall..."
A moan floated out from behind Lucy's hand, and she removed it to ask, "Just which of us is supposed to be the evil one here, anyway?"
Amy choked down a laugh of her own, even as she was aware of her team on the other side of the door, working frantically to try and 'save' her. "Well, I am Lucy Diamond's girlfriend. And come on, you and me on a tropical island...?"
"I'll see what I can come up with," Lucy whispered, kissing her softly. She slid off the desk with a sigh. "Unfortunately, before anything else can happen, I have to leave." She began rummaging around in a bag on the floor. "Which means you have to be knocked out. And I don't wanna hit you, again." She held up a slender case, which looked just a bit longer then most glasses case, and opened it to reveal a syringe with an innocuous-looking clear liquid in it. Next to that was a packet containing an alcohol rub, which she opened and swiped a spot on Amy's arm with.
"Not that I was overly fond of the 'punch to the head' method, either," Amy began, "but... what is that?"
"Just a little something to knock you senseless while I make my getaway," Lucy promised. "Sorry," she added at Amy's wince when she injected her with it. "And hey, with any luck, maybe they'll think I was interrogating you, or something."
"Sure... unless they heard me," Amy muttered, eyelids drooping as the drug began to take effect.
"I'll see you when you get home," Lucy promised, planting one last kiss on her lips before vanishing.
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The silence coming from inside the locked room was beginning to become worrying.
Max had gotten rid of the chains, and was now working on the lock itself, but she couldn't help but imagine the worst. After one final, incoherent shout, they had heard absolutely nothing from Amy... or Lucy, for that matter. What were they going to find in there? What kind of condition would Amy be in?
She knew Janet was also worried - from the quiet whimpers she kept making, it would be hard not to - but surprisingly enough, even Dominique looked concerned. Or as concerned as Dom ever looked, anyway.
Finally, the lock clicked open and they were through the door before it registered that this could be a trap. Max felt appalled with herself for her lacking leadership, but the room was empty... except for Amy.
She was sprawled on the desk, unconscious, an empty syringe laying next to her. Dominique carefully bagged it for evidence while Max shook Amy, trying to wake her up.
And she was just unconscious, thank goodness, with no visible injuries anywhere... Well, except for some bruising on her neck and collarbone. Somehow, it didn't surprise her at all that Lucy Diamond would be an expert at torturing someone without leaving all that much in the way of physical signs of it. "Amy?" she asked when the blond's eyelids fluttered. "Are you awake?"
Amy squinted up at her. "Hey."
Relief flooded through her. "Are you okay?"
Amy smiled, her eyes unfocused. "I'm great," she said slowly, as if stringing her thoughts together into words was a challenge. "Ooo... lookit that."
"At what?" Max asked, some tension creeping back in.
"Pretty colors." Amy reached out a hand, as if to touch them, and pouted when she couldn't.
Getting coherent answers out of her, Max realized, might be easier said then done, at least until whatever she'd been injected with wore off. "What did Lucy want from you?" she asked pointedly, hoping it got through.
"She left," Amy said, pout deepening. "You made her leave."
"Yeah, I know that. But what did she want from you before that?"
Amy tried to slide off the table, but her legs wouldn't quite support her, and she crashed to the ground with a giggle. Max helped her up and threw Amy's arm over her shoulders. Amy swayed and leaned against her. "Mmm... you smell nice," she said, nose buried against Max's neck.
Oh, boy... Well, it was obvious they weren't going to get anything from her in this condition. "Help me get her down to the ca-ah!" The order to her squad was lost in what anyone who wasn't afraid of Max shooting them for it would have called a squeak as Amy nipped at her neck.
What the hell had Diamond injected her with, anyway? Crack?
Dominique and Janet had completed their sweep of the room by then, but there was nothing else that could be considered evidence of any kind. It was obvious that Lucy had effectively cleared out before they'd gotten there, staying only long enough to take a shot at Amy.
Max gritted her teeth as Amy's hand wandered down to her ass, and wondered just what the hell Diamond had been planning on doing to her when they'd interrupted.
Thankfully, the switch for the stairs was easy enough to find. Amy kept giggling at random intervals as they escorted her to the lower level - Janet having taken her other arm, since Amy didn't seem at all inclined to try anything with her. She'd looked almost insulted at being left out (it had taken them almost a minute to pry Amy off of Dominique, though it might have gone faster had the French agent cooperated at all), but had gotten over it quickly enough.
She and Janet took the back seat, and her head leaned against the window as they drove. "Can we stop for burgers on the way home?" she asked at one point. "I'm hungry."
"You're a vegetarian," Max reminded her patiently.
"I am?" She blinked slowly. "Oh." She was silent for a long moment. "Do I have to be?"
"Well... no," Janet said, uncertainly. "I thought you liked being one, though."
"Meh." There was another pause, then she giggled again. "I feel really good," she informed them.
"We know," Max said, not bothering to even look at her in the mirror. They were almost to the town's tiny airstrip, weren't they?
"I dunno what she gave me, but I kinda like it."
"Clearly."
Things were silent for a while, then Dominique sighed. "Janet?"
"Hmm?" She looked over to see that Amy had slipped under the top loop of her seatbelt and was leaning forward, her arms slipping over the back of the seat, hands creeping slowly down Dominique's chest. "Oh." She unceremoniously yanked Amy back, putting her seatbelt back on her correctly, and giving her a stern look that said to stay put.
Amy pouted at her. "You're mean," she said, before turning to stare out the window at something only she could see.
It was gonna be a long trip home.
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"Ow."
It wasn't the most profound complaint Amy had ever made, but she felt it got her point across quite nicely.
Her head was throbbing, and she felt like she might throw up at any moment. The hell of it, though, was that most of this seemed to be because of what the DEBS had given her to counteract Lucy's drug, rather then the drug itself.
Her friends had been awfully evasive about what had happened while she'd been under the influence, right up until Janet had finally blurted out a question wondering if there was some reason Amy hadn't been all over her, too. Max, shooting her a venomous look, was finally convinced to explain just what had gone on.
Since she couldn't leave the infirmary quite yet, Amy simply buried her head underneath her pillow, utterly mortified.
"Can we maybe not mention that part to Miss Petrie?" her muffled voice requested pleadingly.
"Our report stated that you were disoriented and confused," Max told her.
Amy cautiously peeked out from under her pillow. "That's all?"
"That's all," Max confirmed. "It seemed the most polite way of phrasing it. What did she want from you, anyway?"
Amy wanted to hide again, but she made herself lay her sit up in bed. Her stomach didn't quite agree with this idea, but she managed to quell its mutiny... for the moment. She thought she could hold out for another hour or so... maybe. "I don't remember. Things get REALLY fuzzy after she injected me with that... whatever it was." And that part was certainly true. Please drop the subject, she silently pleaded. Please?
And though she'd been praying for some kind of distraction, she got the worst one possible as the infirmary doors opened and closed again, admitting Bobby.
Had she said another hour or so? Better make that another minute or so. "Go away," she groaned, in no mood to deal with him.
As ever, her words didn't quite seem to register. "I just heard what happened," he said as he approached Amy's bed. "Are you all right?"
"I feel like I'm gonna throw up, and your cologne is not helping," Amy replied truthfully. She hadn't minded it much while they were dating, and even now it usually didn't bother her, but with her stomach in the condition it was in... Frankly, even the lingering traces of cigarette smoke that perpetually clung to Dominique were turning her stomach a little.
To his credit, he did at least take a step back from the bed, though it was only a small step, so she decided to give him just half a point. Turning to Max, he demanded, "How could you just let Diamond grab her like that?!"
On the other hand, maybe she didn't want him to leave quite yet. Watching him provoke Max into beating him senseless might just make her feel a little better.
Max had been silently berating herself for just that the entire trip back from Alaska, but that was different. She was allowed to second guess herself. Bobby was not. "'Let her'? I didn't let her do anything! And considering your organization's dismal record regarding Lucy Diamond, I don't think you have any room to talk!"
"Well, I haven't had a crack at her, yet, now have I? Unlike you."
"I think I'm gonna throw up," Amy volunteered.
"I know the feeling," Max said flatly, glaring at Bobby. "And if you think for one minute that someone who's managed to elude every law enforcement agency on the planet is that easy-"
"I think putting a DEB that you know she'll go after in a position where she can be so easily taken-"
"-then you're even stupider then I would have thought! And let me tell you, that shouldn't even be physically possible!"
"-just smacks of amateurish behavior and unprofessionalism!"
"Really, I'm not kidding. I'm going to throw up."
"You are 'ardly one to talk of unprofessional behavior," Dominique broke in. "Does Amy 'ave to shoot you to make you go away?"
"I think she might do it," Janet muttered.
"Basin, please, now?"
Bobby took a step toward Janet to reply, but, unfortunately, this just brought the scent of his cologne to Amy's nose again, and she lost the battle to keep her last meal where it belonged.
As it turned out, Bobby really should have taken a few more steps back.
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A few hours later, Amy had finally been released by the medical staff, and though her stomach still felt a bit queasy and her head still throbbed, she thought she could live with it.
After offering her brief report to Mr. Phipps (there wasn't much more she could add to what the others had already told him, after all), she'd fled from the academy, unable to put up with the awed looks she kept getting in the state she was in.
She wanted to see Lucy, but she hadn't turned her cell phone back on, yet, and Amy could only leave so many voice mail messages before she started sounding pathetic. She had no idea where Lucy's Lair was, so she just walked through the city.
She'd taken a minute before leaving to change out of uniform, since she was off-duty for the next day or so to "recuperate from her ordeal", and had gone with basic black, not feeling up to coordinating an outfit. T-shirt, jeans, socks, shoes... Maybe it was a tad monochrome, but it worked, she thought.
She'd ended up down near the docks, after catching a bus part of the way, still uncertain exactly where she was going. She'd been trying to think during her walk, to sort through everything, but her head was such a jumble that it wasn't working.
There were voices coming from up ahead, and one look told her she was approaching some kind of illegal activity. Not a huge surprise in the part of town that she was in, really, but she actually recognized a few of the people present from her last trip to Lucy's place.
Clearly they recognized her, too, because not only was she not shot, but she was actually waved forward.
The argument seemed to be mainly between two men, one of Hispanic origin, the other looking like he'd wandered off the set of a surfing tv show. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" the Hispanic one demanded, his voice only lightly accented. "I will not be cheated!"
"You did not just call me a cheater," the tall blonde snarled angrily.
"What'd I miss?" Amy murmured to the closest of Lucy's mercs.
"They're two of Lucy's buyers," he replied just as quietly. "They're supposed to be splitting the weapons she just secured, but can't agree on who is supposed to get what percentage."
"Who is?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the fight. It was staying purely verbal so far, but who knew how long that would last?
"We don't know, and she's not answering our calls."
So it wasn't just her that couldn't get a hold of Lucy. Well, that was something. Not something convenient, especially just then, but something. "Great." With a sigh, she walked forward. "What the hell is going on here?" She said it loudly enough to catch the attention of the two arguing parties, stopping them cold. She didn't really want to get in the middle of something like this, but if someone didn't do something then guns would be pulled, people would get hurt, some would die, and there could easily be collateral damage.
"Who the fuck are you?" the blond demanded.
She had her gun out and aimed at his head before he could blink. "I'm Lucy Diamond's fucking girlfriend," she snapped angrily.
That instantly got everyone's attention. "Whoa, whoa!" he said, hands up as he backed away. "Easy! I'm just..."
"I'll ask again, what is going on here?"
"My 'friend' here doesn't seem to believe me when I tell him that Miss Diamond promised me the second half of the shipment," the Hispanic man informed her in a much smoother, more cultured tone then she'd heard him use yet.
"That's because she didn't," surfer-boy said, trying to sound as calm as his 'friend', and not entirely succeeding. The "second half", Amy surmised, was either bigger, or contained something in particular that they both wanted. "She promised it to me."
Amy had lowered her gun, but pointedly did not put it away. "And I just know there's some reason you think I should give a damn about who gets what."
"Indeed there is, Miss...?"
"Because, really," she continued, ignoring the implied question, "first half, second half... There shouldn't be much of a difference."
"Only if you don't think a few pounds of C-4 is important," the Not Yet Silver Surfer grumbled.
Ah. So that was it. They both wanted to blow something up, and needed the C-4 to do it. She considered this.
"My family has done business with the Reynolds for many years," the walking ad for Latin America informed her. "We have-"
"And you think I haven't done anything for Lucy?!" The various thugs were arranging themselves around their employers, ready for a fight if one broke out.
She figured that Lucy's mercs were clustering protectively around her more so that Lucy wouldn't get upset with them for letting something happen to her then they expected orders from her, but it didn't matter. "I don't care!" she shouted, silencing them again. "This is what we're going to do. We're going to rearrange the two halves of the shipment so that the C-4 is divided evenly. You are going to take that, and the other weapons you get. You will pay Lucy exactly what you owe her. There will be no attempted bribes to try and curry her favor. And most of all, you will get out of my sight before I start getting annoyed with you."
Heh. 'Start'.
There was some final macho posturing, because evidently men simply couldn't just do what they were told without looking tough in front of their friends OR enemies, but they did eventually depart. After they were gone, Amy turned to Lucy's people and asked, "Can you take me to see her, please?" She didn't need to specify who she meant.
They instantly agreed, of course, since she was Lucy's girlfriend and had been nice enough to smooth out the details of the arms deal, leading the way to their car. As they walked, though, Amy abruptly stopped dead in her tracks as she realized she'd just done it again.
"Damn it!"
Ah, Amy. What are we going to do with you? :) (Well, I bet Lucy has some ideas... ;) )