Alyssa Higurashi (one_shot) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-10-24 19:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | alyssa higurashi, industrial warfare |
Who: Alyssa and Karl. Or Grace and Matt.
What: Making a... game plan.
Where: Alyssa's hotel room.
When: The same night directly after this.
Warnings: Mentions of porn, TBA
Alyssa wasn't lying when she said she had to get some sleep. Standing on her feet and dancing all night was tiring in and of itself, staying on constant alert for a hint of what they'd come for was like... water constantly dripping on a stone. And on top of it all, now she had to worry about Karl. She had been trained for undercover work, but Karl... she hadn't ever heard of him doing any undercover work before. He was doing a good job, and that...
...that bothered her. It bothered her in the same place where she stuffed all the things about Karl which didn't match up, in the place that kept her from giving him her complete trust. He was her partner, she knew he'd come through the field, knew it in her marrow, but... but.
But those were things to worry about at a later time. Arriving at her hotel, a quick sweep of the area revealed that Thug 2 had taken to watching the hotel again... whether it was for security, paranoia, or some creepy purpose she didn't really want to think too hard about, Alyssa had not yet decided. But her room was bug free, so she could slip into the oversized man's undershirt Grace used for pajamas without worry or care, go through her very specific routine before sleeping (including using the shower-bar for ten pull-ups), and about a half hour later, finally fall into blissful rest on the too-starched hotel sheets.
But even in her dreams, she could not escape the pounding music of the club. Alyssa groaned sleepily and opened her eyes. That wasn't the club. Someone was knocking. She reached under the bed where she'd taped her gun, and tore it off. Still rumpled from sleep, she held it in one hand and walked over to the peep hole. Karl. Matt.
He probably came to talk shop. Alyssa sighed and walked back to hide her gun again. Chances were good Thug 2 was still watching. The clock said she'd only been sleeping for four hours.
Pausing at the mirror to make sure she was properly rumpled - and that her T-shirt covered her panties - Grace moved forward and opened the door. She gave Matt a sleep-heavy stare. "What do you want?"