Private Finished Smoke Screen

Rory let Broen do the talking here, taking a position somewhere behind him as a reminder of muscle. She crossed her arms, having to force herself not to cant her head at Broen's voice acting.

The man looked between the two of them groggily. His tongue was practically rolling out of his mouth, lip busted and missing several teeth. He barely resisted when Broen pressed him against the dumpster.

He sputtered and licked his lips (thereby getting more blood on them). He was afraid, Rory could feel that, but it was a weighed fear against two assholes who'd just kicked his ass and his boss.

For a moment, he seemed like he was going to spit blood on Broen. Instead, he swallowed it. "I can't," his voice was hoarse.

The guy seemed like he was going to say more but then he slumped and fell to the ground.

To Rory, it was interesting being in a situation where Broen was taking charge. It was interesting being the one following orders that didn't come from, well, an adult. Specifically We The People. But she didn't mind it, either. This wasn't her work. She was helping.

She took the phones and any drugs they had on them. She followed his lead in scratching off the logos and snapping them in half. On the last one, she kept it intact to better examine it. Were they only what amounted to wands? What would dialing something like this do? Were they communicator devices too?

"Your place," Rory agreed after flying up to meet him on the roof.

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Once they were back at his place, Rory flipped the hood back and pulled the bald cap off to fan her hair out. She'd need to clean some of the makeup off her face. Change. God, she'd bound her breasts and that was fucking killing her. She hadn't been able to do it properly with time constraints and lack of equipment.

"That was fun," she told him as she took his hoodie off to hand it back to him, standing in only her bindings and his pants. She'd need to give those back too.

"Nah," she told him and picked up the phone she'd left at his place to wiggle it. "I texted officer Genoeves that I'd be out late, so it should be fine."

Rory debated, but then decided it didn't matter much. She stepped out of his pants, folded both articles of clothing and set them on the table nearby. She took her own clothes to start dressing.

Her lip twitched while she tried not to smile. "We actually worked well together. That's fucking wild."

Rory wanted to object, on some level. But the truth was, Broen wasn't wrong. So instead, Rory laughed a little, agreed with him under her breath.

And when Broen whistled and elongated his so, Rory figured she knew what he was about to say. Want to go to bed with me, Rooory? was high on the list. She didn't expect him to ask her to spend the night and she definitely didn't expect him to tell her it wasn't entirely a sexual line of thought.

It must have shown on her face. How could it not? She caught herself, halfway dressed and shirt in one hand while her phone was in the other.

"Uh, yeah. Let me just," and Rory sent a quick text to Angelo to let him know she was spending the night at a friends house.

But Rory still didn't feel caught up, so to speak. "Okay, fuck. I have to admit, that's not an offer I thought I'd ever get from you."