Stakeout Characters: Quake and Phobos Setting: Midday. Raton, New Mexico. Content: Swearing and Alex. Summary: Some of Daisy's team require a little more attention than the others, so she takes Alex on holiday.
Something Daisy struggled with in her own training was patience. She never had any before-- not for her dumb ass classmates who scraped by with essays they bought online or her useless teachers who spent more time gossiping than considering a lesson plan. To her, it was never worth anybody's time trying to wade through that bullshit, so she kept out of those classrooms and taught herself. Important things, like avoiding truancy officers and tagging their windshields when they had their backs turned. That sort of thing came in handy. It was even more useful now that she could finish it with a luxurious, silk lining of patience, and that was what she wished to impart on the team's youngest and most entitled member. She had become the master, and would pass on her wisdom. If the little fucker would sit still.
Outwardly, this was a totally noir PI stakeout mission. If they could wear trenchcoats and stand in shadowy doorways they would, but Daisy was sweating like a pig's ass in New Mexico after the crisp, sweater-y, autumn morning in New York. She sprawled instead, her seatback dropped all the way down so she disappeared past the wide open windows of the rented van, in a kerchief halter top, cutoff shorts and an extravagantly large sunhat that she may have stolen from a flea market on their way through, all finished off with her white uniform boots that she propped up on the steering wheel. The ribbon wrapped around the hatband had come undone and touched the slightly sticky carpet of the van's floor behind her, her head about lolling off the seat and the novel she had picked up in the airport held well above her to compensate. She didn't know you could sell this sort of thing in an airport. What if a child had got ahold of it?
"There was a mounting slickness between my thighs that didn't usually happen in business meetings of this type. It was foreign to my nature. Certainly to this extent it was. But I knew today I was really going to have to be on my toes. I could not afford to make a mistake. I'd fought this addiction to my fantasy of the man for months and I could not let it distract me now. I dared not," she read aloud in a mechanical robot voice, a nasally deadpan that didn't quite have the emotional heart of Stephen Hawking.
What Alex didn't know was, this whole outing was orchestrated. Daisy was tanning her legs and reading trashy romance novels while Alex got some training in. Wasn't that what life was all about?