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Tehran, Iran
Circa: 1990
Even though it was ten hours later, Cable's phone call, and all its implications, were still running through Domino's mind. She needed to remember to get to Boston after this job. It was really, really important. Her hands shook a bit as she waited for her rendezvous with Tolliver's man, though she had no fears about the job she was to be given. Part of her had really like Cable. Maybe just a little bit too much. Hell, she'd been attached to Bridge too, but not nearly the same way as Cable. He just made parts of her that she didn't like to admit existed quiver with unthinkable prospects. Dates, courting, maybe marriage, again? All of that was impossible, and even if it wasn't, doing anything like that with Cable was ridiculous.
No, best to keep her mind on the job, whatever the job was. It would stay clean that way, and maybe her inner turmoil would settle.
Tolliver's man made the drop, leaving a neat envelope at her feet as he passed Domino to the mail box down the street. Domino pocketed it, then got into her jeep, opening the envelope when she was safely en route. The envelope contained simple instructions for a hit on a local warehouse. Her ATM card had confirmed his deposit already, so it looked like she was in business.
Things were going well. That was probably the first sign that things were about to go downhill in an epic manner. She had easily taken care of the guards posted around the warehouse, which meant that all she had left to do was steal the vehicle inside. The vehicle (if the information was correct), was still loaded with whatever it was Tolliver wanted. She'd done a few heists like this before, though it wasn't her usual thing. Stealing an entire semi-truck seemed a little extreme, when a team could have just carried the crates out, but she wasn't the one funding this thing, so she didn't get to make the decisions.
Her mind was already wandering, thinking of the things she would do with the money she'd earned. A new apartment, for sure. Italy was nice, but it was time to explore some more. Maybe she'd try a place in Japan. She jingled the keys from the driver's pocket as he slumped in the seat he'd taken, to do his paperwork. It was like the whole warehouse was run by complete morons who left doors open and sat with their backs to them.
The slashed tires on the semi were her first clue that things were not going to happen according to her plan. There was no possible way she could drive the truck with the tires like that, and she had no idea how to change them. She swore violently. This meant she was out all the money for the job. Her stomach sank, as though she'd swallowed a twenty pound weight.
The extra guards pouring out of the truck was the second and best clue. She swore again, putting her hands above her head, gun clattering to the ground. Realization hit her. Tolliver had set her up. Why the hell would anyone bother? She wasn't important. Hell, she hadn't even done anything for a month.
The guards tied her arms behind her back, shoving her to her knees. This. . . didn't bode well. There was only a moment for her to panic. A sharp pinch in her neck preceded sudden, inescapable drowsiness. She hit the ground, unconscious before her head hit. Though she was unaware of it, a man in a full body suit watched on, disappointed that she'd gone down so easily.
Circa: 1990
Even though it was ten hours later, Cable's phone call, and all its implications, were still running through Domino's mind. She needed to remember to get to Boston after this job. It was really, really important. Her hands shook a bit as she waited for her rendezvous with Tolliver's man, though she had no fears about the job she was to be given. Part of her had really like Cable. Maybe just a little bit too much. Hell, she'd been attached to Bridge too, but not nearly the same way as Cable. He just made parts of her that she didn't like to admit existed quiver with unthinkable prospects. Dates, courting, maybe marriage, again? All of that was impossible, and even if it wasn't, doing anything like that with Cable was ridiculous.
No, best to keep her mind on the job, whatever the job was. It would stay clean that way, and maybe her inner turmoil would settle.
Tolliver's man made the drop, leaving a neat envelope at her feet as he passed Domino to the mail box down the street. Domino pocketed it, then got into her jeep, opening the envelope when she was safely en route. The envelope contained simple instructions for a hit on a local warehouse. Her ATM card had confirmed his deposit already, so it looked like she was in business.
Things were going well. That was probably the first sign that things were about to go downhill in an epic manner. She had easily taken care of the guards posted around the warehouse, which meant that all she had left to do was steal the vehicle inside. The vehicle (if the information was correct), was still loaded with whatever it was Tolliver wanted. She'd done a few heists like this before, though it wasn't her usual thing. Stealing an entire semi-truck seemed a little extreme, when a team could have just carried the crates out, but she wasn't the one funding this thing, so she didn't get to make the decisions.
Her mind was already wandering, thinking of the things she would do with the money she'd earned. A new apartment, for sure. Italy was nice, but it was time to explore some more. Maybe she'd try a place in Japan. She jingled the keys from the driver's pocket as he slumped in the seat he'd taken, to do his paperwork. It was like the whole warehouse was run by complete morons who left doors open and sat with their backs to them.
The slashed tires on the semi were her first clue that things were not going to happen according to her plan. There was no possible way she could drive the truck with the tires like that, and she had no idea how to change them. She swore violently. This meant she was out all the money for the job. Her stomach sank, as though she'd swallowed a twenty pound weight.
The extra guards pouring out of the truck was the second and best clue. She swore again, putting her hands above her head, gun clattering to the ground. Realization hit her. Tolliver had set her up. Why the hell would anyone bother? She wasn't important. Hell, she hadn't even done anything for a month.
The guards tied her arms behind her back, shoving her to her knees. This. . . didn't bode well. There was only a moment for her to panic. A sharp pinch in her neck preceded sudden, inescapable drowsiness. She hit the ground, unconscious before her head hit. Though she was unaware of it, a man in a full body suit watched on, disappointed that she'd gone down so easily.