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Saint Michael the Archangel | Dt. Michael Angel ([info]who_is_like_god) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2016-10-13 20:21:00

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Entry tags:azrael, michael, svetlana artemyeva

WHO: Svetlana Artemyeva, Michael and Azrael
WHAT: Taking charge
WHEN: Wednesday evening
WHERE: Michael's office
WARNINGS: Talk of Svetlana's messed up past



It was just luck that had Michael out of his office the moment Svetlana stopped by. His head snapped around the moment he heard her give her name to the receptionist

"Hello, my name is Svetlana Artemyeva-Firestone and I am here to see-"

"Sveta?"

Svetlana turned to see Michael standing in the middle of a sea of desks and her face broke into a grin. "Micky!" she squealed happily. Michael heard all of his coworkers grow silent and turn to look at him. Michael was their monosyllabic workmate who didn't get pop culture references and had a strange affinity for cakes. He did not go usually have attractive redheads looking for him, calling him cutesy nicknames.

"She's my sister-in-law," he hissed, as he moved to let her into the work area and guided him to her office. He closed the door behind her and turned to face her. "Are you alright, Svetlana?"

"Oh yes!" she cheerfully nodded. "I wanted to talk to you. Can you call Azra here?"

That was how Michael found himself texting Azrael to come to the stationhouse while Svetlana chatted to quite a few of his male co-workers in the break room.



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[info]azraa_eel
2016-10-13 03:49 am UTC (link)
Azrael had gotten Michael's text while over at the firing range with his unit, and because his captain knew better by now than to stop him from answering Michael's calls, he let him go.

He strode into the station house with his safety goggles jammed haphazardly into his pocket, and his gun still strapped to his hip. He made his way back to Michael's office and went in, forehead creasing faintly when there was no sign of his wife. "Is everything alright?" he asked.

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[info]nemophilist
2016-10-13 03:56 am UTC (link)
"I honestly have no idea," Michael said, instead of greeting his brother. "She's in the break room entertaining the masses."

Michael led Azrael to the break room where Svetlana was sipping coffee, surrounded by no less than nine officers who were clearly interested in her. Svetlana wasn't really aware of what was happening, simply pleased with the attention and the ability to be out of the house. "Oh! Azra!" she cried when she spotted her husband. She ran over to him and kissed his cheek, and he received nine glares in his direction.

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[info]azraa_eel
2016-10-13 04:09 am UTC (link)
"Hello, Svetla," he said, bending down to kiss her cheek in return. He righted himself and leveled his best unimpressed face at the glaring officers, two of whom decided they urgently needed to be elsewhere.

"Is everything alright?" he asked. "I got Michael's message saying you were here."

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[info]nemophilist
2016-10-13 04:14 am UTC (link)
"Yes! Can we talk in a private place?" she asked, and Michael nodded, leading them back into his office. One there, Svetlana sat herself down in his chair and started slowly spinning around.

"I've been thinking about my old life," she said quietly as she spun. "And how it was horrible and when I came here it could have been really bad too but it wasn't. I was just lucky. But there were other girls there."

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[info]azraa_eel
2016-10-13 04:20 am UTC (link)
Azrael followed them inside, closing the door so they could have some privacy.

"Like your sister," he said, nodding. "I'm still looking for her, but I'm sure I don't need to tell you that Russian authorities aren't exactly forthcoming with information like that."

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[info]nemophilist
2016-10-13 04:31 am UTC (link)
Svetlana stopped spinning then, and she looked up at him with a sad smile. "She's in a worse place," she admitted. "She was sold to the sex trade. It was different for me, I was kept in a house and they basically waited for me to turn eighteen. But they starved us to keep us thin, and they kept us in tiny rooms and we couldn't leave. They trained us to be submissive and if we messed up they hurt us. There were other girls and I don't want to leave them there."

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[info]azraa_eel
2016-10-13 04:45 am UTC (link)
Azrael felt his heart sink. Sex traffickers were notoriously difficult to track, and the odds they'd ever find her sister just went from low to nearly none.

He had heard her speak a bit about her life in Russia before, but it always upset him to hear about it. "That's terrible," he said heavily. "I can understand wanting to get them out."

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[info]nemophilist
2016-10-13 04:49 am UTC (link)
"I know where it is," Svetlana said, standing up. "I know where they're being kept and I know we can't save everyone in the situation I was in, but we could go in and save those girls who are in that house. I want to go. Can you come with me? I don't think I can do it alone."

Michael arched his eyebrows and held up a hand, "Svetlana, are you implying that if we can't go, you're going to try this alone?"

"Yes," she said, firming her jaw, her expression daring him to disagree. "I'm saving them."

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[info]azraa_eel
2016-10-13 05:00 am UTC (link)
Azrael's own eyebrows shot up as well. "Obviously we can't let you go in alone," he said to her. "They'd try and recapture you, or more than likely, kill you to keep you from going to the authorities."

He glanced over at Michael. "So I suppose the question is: are you going with us, brother?"

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[info]nemophilist
2016-10-13 05:03 am UTC (link)
Svetlana smiled widely at Azrael for being so wonderful and willing to help her. "You'll need the help," Michael nodded. "I'll go and I believe we could get a few more angels to go with us as well. How many people are we talking about, Sveta?"

"I don't know," she said honestly. "When I was there, there was always about five to seven of us. And always at least two people watching us. We weren't allowed to talk to each other, but you could hear them and sometimes we'd see each other passing by."

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[info]azraa_eel
2016-10-13 05:12 am UTC (link)
"We should call Raphael," Azrael suggested. "He's in the city, by the way, I don't know if I told you. Some of the girls might be hurt or sick, he'd be useful."

"And both of them armed, I'd assume," he muttered, starting to pace back and forth as he thought. "And the last thing we need is innocents caught in the crossfire."

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[info]nemophilist
2016-10-13 05:16 am UTC (link)
"I'll put the call out," Michael promised the both of them.

"We could be sneaky," Svetlana suggested. "Or something! We will be okay, we can't leave them there. And when we get back, I want to start a...something. I want to help people who came here like I did, who weren't so lucky. They've been brought here and sold and they could be- The people who bought them might be worse than the people in Russia. I want to help."

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[info]azraa_eel
2016-10-13 05:22 am UTC (link)
"I can do sneaky, but I don't know about Mr. 'Giant Flaming Sword' over there," Azrael said, smiling slightly.

"We won't leave them there," he promised. "We'll get as many of them out as we can. Then once we get back, we can look into that. You might be able to work with people who fight sex trafficking, since this isn't too far off from that."

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[info]nemophilist
2016-10-13 05:48 am UTC (link)
Michael smiled lightly back over to Azrael, nodding a little.

"Yes," Svetlana nodded her head. "That is what I want to do. Am I allowed to have a job, Azra? Will you let me?"

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[info]azraa_eel
2016-10-13 09:59 pm UTC (link)
Azrael was about to ask 'why wouldn't I?', but he clamped down on the response. Svetlana had been trained that her husband's will was absolute, and his word was law.

"Of course," he told her. "There are probably some detectives in another division who could put you in touch with people like that. I'll make some calls when we get back."

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[info]nemophilist
2016-10-14 03:29 am UTC (link)
"Oh good!" Svetlana grinned. "I would love to help! I know the Saint Patrick does that too and we spoke about me working out of his office. I hope that was okay. He has a girlfriend!"

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[info]azraa_eel
2016-10-14 03:37 am UTC (link)
"I have to admit, it'd make me feel much better if you were working with Patrick," Azrael told her. "So we could certainly have a chat with him when we return. And yes, I believe he does, though I don't think I've ever met her."

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[info]nemophilist
2016-10-14 06:20 am UTC (link)
"Oh good!" Svetlana clapped. She was glad Azrael didn't seem jealous that she had been talking to another man. "Then we will save them. Thank you. I didn't mean to interrupt your work day but I couldn't sit still any longer and I had to ask."

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