Sarah Connor is cursed to be ever vigilant (ever_vigilant) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-24 00:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, neena thurman (domino) |
Now normally, I'd just shoot you
Who: Domino, Narrative.
What: Today we learn what Dom does when too many people discover where she lives.
When: After this log and this series of txt messages.
Where: Dom's soon to be ex-apartment.
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 - glossed over violence, guns, etc.
Status: Complete!
There was still a little chicken blood on the counter, which might have been enough to fake some kind of incident or death in the apartment, but Dom wasn't sure if there was enough blood.
There were certainly enough bullets, and though police had never shown up at her apartment, enough shots fired in a row in the place was bound to have started up rumours. She could conveniently use Wade as a man who broke into her house, and make it look like some kind of home invasion.
Her mind raced as fast as she did around the place, removing stowed money and ID from the case in the toilet tank, stowed pistols and rifles, the safe in her closet. Clothing wasn't as big a deal, she threw everything clean that she could find into a suitcase, while waiting for Wade to get back to her.
Not necessarily that she needed to make it look that badly, she reasoned. She didn't need to be dead. There just needed to be a reason that she'd cut out so quickly. It wasn't going to be enough to have this guy's dead body in her apartment, because everyone knew she was living here. That had been her first mistake.
The man had been strung up outside her broken window. She reached a hand out and grabbed him by the throat, then pulled him inside and tossed him against the wall. The man was obviously new at this, and she wondered what the hell kind of game this Illusive Man was playing at.
It was almost like he wanted her to realise she was being tracked.
She pulled out one of her pistols and pointed it at his head, then hunkered down on the ground beside the wayward hobo, and tilted her head to the side, "Is that pee I smell? You think this is the scariest thing that could have ever happened to you? Boy, you really don't know who you work for, do you?"
The man whimpered against the duct tape over his mouth - where had Wade gotten duct tape so quickly? - and Domino laughed. She laughed, and laughed, while dragging him into her kitchen, then laughed some more while she inspected the mess of kitchen grease Wade had left behind.
"Perfect."
Her brain quickly formulated a plan. It was a dramatic one, but she needed everyone to think that something horrible had happened here, that whoever was here was never coming back, or was dead, or some combination of both.
The first step in the plan had involved making the house look like it'd been torn apart. Thankfully it already did, so she moved on to step two, which was to take a picture of the man with her cell phone, "Say Cheese!"
The man of course did not say cheese, or smile. She stored the picture away, and tucked the cell phone away safely, then took a seat on her kitchen chair and stared at him.
"Now normally, I'd just shoot you. But we've got a problem, and that problem is the man who hired you."
She put up a hand, "And I know, you don't know who he is. You're probably hired by a guy, who was hired by a contractor, who was hired by another contractor, who was hired by a guy in another country, who isn't even the guy who really sent you your paycheck. But I don't fucking care. He's got eyes and ears in my business. I don't like that. So here's how we're going to do this."
The pistol in her hand clicked, safety now off, and she pointed it at his head, "You're going to say you got here, but it was already too late. There was an argument between me and someone else. He shot me, and then lit the whole place on fire. You couldn't trail me. You couldn't come in here to check. I might be dead. I might be alive. You don't know. You don't come back here. You don't come after me again. Repeat it to me."
She pulled the duct tape off, and the man screamed a bit, which suited her story just fine. Gun still pointed at his head, he repeated the story back to her. She checked her watch, and made him repeat it a few more times.
Then, she pulled a knife out of her boot, cut his bonds, and dragged him to her front door.
"I have your face. You will regret ever coming after me again. Get some clean pants and get a real life."
With that, she pushed him out the front door, taking care not to open it too far so that people would see, shut it, took aim, and fired at somewhere unimportant. There needed to be blood. There needed to be enough blood to make it look real. She bit back the cry in pain as the bullet ripped through her leg, and grabbed up a kitchen towel for later. The blood ran down her leg, unchecked, as she tossed the grease around the kitchen, lit a match, and set the grease on fire.
At which point, she wrapped the kitchen towel around her leg, and dragged herself back to her broken window. She tossed her bags out it, and followed, wasting no time in cussing at herself over the landing. She was dizzy by the time she got to her car, and took off for the nearest safehouse.
It wouldn't be enough to get people off her trail for good - she could never be sure if it really was the Illusive Man or not - but it would buy her a few days to sort things out and get her story straight with everyone she currently owed alliegence to.
She just thanked all of her lucky stars that she knew the safehouse had a first aid kit in it. It was going to be a long night.