Gives Geni warning...don't hurt her:lol:
I can't promise anything. :lol:
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Office building, lobby, 10pm
Lori: *walks in, looks around*
Guy: *walks over* Can I help you?
Lori: I'm looking for your boss.
Guy: You have an appointment?
Lori: At 10pm?
Guy: People usually don't stop by at this time.
Lori: I'm unique.
Guy: You a cop?
Lori: Do I look like a cop?
Guy: Yeah.
Lori: You always insult your guests like that?
Guy: *steps closer* I'm going to need to check you out for weapons.
Lori: No one touches me.
Guy: Sorry, it's policy.
Lori: And my policy is to break the arm of the person about to touch me. So I guess it's in both our best interests to do away with it just this once. Agreed?
Guy: *frowns*
Lori: I knew you'd come through for me. Now, take me to Tricia, I know she's up there somewhere.
Office
Lori: *walks in*
Tricia: *lifts head*
Lori: Hi. Remember me?
Tricia: *stands* How did you get in here?
Lori: Doesn't matter. I'm here to help you.
Tricia: *lifts brow* I don't want your help.
Lori: You sure wanted Scott's help. It's too bad he's not available.
Tricia: Scott told you about our meeting.
Lori: He told me about the heroin you gave him. That's some good quality stuff, almost like you got it directly from the company that manufactured it.
Tricia: You used it.
Lori: Scott wasn't going to.
Tricia: What do you want?
Lori: More. *grabs chair, sits* ...I know you have more.
Tricia: *sits on desk* You're lying.
Lori: *sighs, runs hand through hair* Come on, would I be here if I were lying? I'd much rather kill you for all intents and purposes but you have something I
need. Scott doesn't even know I'm here. He doesn't have to.
Tricia: He probably sent you here himself. The last time we spoke, you were fighting to keep your daughter, I highly doubt you'd throw that all away.
Lori: *shakes head* You were right about me. You saw what Scott refused to see. *looks down at floor* I just need one more hit, anything you have,
please. *lifts head* I'll do whatever you want.
Tricia: No. I'm not stupid.
Lori: *stands, shoves Tricia down onto desk*
Tricia: ERGH! *grabs at Lori*
Lori: *pulls out gun, presses it against Tricia's chest* Where is it. Where's the heroin!
Tricia: No.
Lori: DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M FUCKING PLAYING GAMES! WHERE THE HELL IS IT!
Tricia: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *sighs, drops gun* ...Jesus. *rubs forehead*
Tricia: *sits up, jumps off desk*
Lori: *leans on desk*
Tricia: *picks up gun, points it at Lori*
Lori: *looks over* Go ahead. *looks down at desk* ...Kill me. It'll probably make both of us happier.
Tricia: *narrows eyes* You're willing to do...anything.
Lori: *nods*
Tricia: Even kill your own daughter.
Lori: *staring down at desk* ...Whatever you want.
Tricia: Stand up. *lowers gun*
Lori: *stands straight, looks at Tricia*
Tricia: It just so happens I need someone to take a little trip to Manhattan to kill a few people and take down a global corporation.
Lori: Done.
Tricia: Not so fast. Do you even know what you're getting into?
Lori: Lady, I've killed people 10 times more powerful than some piss-ant suits in a stuffy office building.
Tricia: How are you with explosives?
Lori: Depends what you need them for.
Tricia: Phase 2.
Lori: What's Phase 1?
Tricia: Killing the CEO in his home, then stealing the access codes to all of his branches across America. It just so happens he's stupid enough to keep them in a safe in his home.
Lori: And you want to blow up the safe, no problem.
Tricia: No. The explosives are for Phase 2 only. And we'll get to that once you've completed the first one.
Lori: *nods*
Tricia: I suppose it works out pretty well as I understand you've had some experience with this.
Lori: It's not exactly on my resumé but yeah.
Tricia: *smiles* Good. *walks over to cupboard*
Lori: *frowns*
Tricia: *open cupboard, pulls out vile* You'll get this now and more once you've gathered some intel about the target.
Lori: Still don't trust me, huh.
Tricia: Trust has to be earned. *tosses vile*
Lori: *catches vile, looks down*
Tricia: Go ahead. Take it now.
Lori: *lifts head*
Tricia: *pulls syringe from cupboard, tosses it over*
Lori: *catches syringe*
Tricia: Since you're so desperate, no sense in waiting.
Lori: *stares at Tricia*
Tricia: Go on.
Lori: I like a little privacy.
Tricia: Think of this as a sub-phase to earning my trust.
Lori: *looks down at vile* Okay. Have it your way. *sits in chair*
Tricia: *walks over, sits across desk*
Lori: *sighs, rolls up sleeve*
Tricia: You're going awfully slow for someone who's so desperate for a hit.
Lori: It's a ritual of mine. I'm sure you have your own.
Tricia: *nods*
Lori: I assume you'll have someone take me home.
Tricia: Why's that?
Lori: You wouldn't want to risk the possibility of your new employee getting pulled over for driving under the influence. Might blow your whole operation, considering this stuff's only legal in the UK. Not to mention Scott might get a little suspicious if he gets a call to bail me out of county lockup.
Tricia: You have a point.
Lori: Well I'm glad we agree then.
Tricia: You going to sit there all night with the needle near your arm?
Lori: *looks down* Just savouring the moment. *sticks needle into arm, winces*
Tricia: *places gun on desk* I hope this batch is satisfactory.
Lori: *closes eyes* Oh
God.
Tricia: *smiles* I'll take that as a yes.
Lori: *leans back in chair*
Tricia: You have 2 days to get me my intel. Then we'll talk about getting you some more of this.
Lori: *nods*
Tricia: *waves hand*
Guy: *walks in, grabs Lori*
Lori: *stands*
Tricia: You know the address, right?
Guy: Yep.
House, 12am
Lori: *stumbles in, grabs onto door*
Scott: *walks downstairs* Took long enough, what happened?
Lori: *lifts finger* Slight snag.
Scott: What.
Lori: Come help me over to the couch.
Scott: *walks over, grabs Lori's hand*
Lori: *smiles*
Scott: *lifts brow*
Lori: *walks over to couch, sits*
Scott: *sits* What happened?
Lori: *throws vile onto table*
Scott: *looks at table*
Lori: I'd be a shitty undercover cop, that's for sure.
Scott: *looks at Lori* You're
high?
Lori: *pinches fingers together* Only a 'lil bit. *leans back on couch*
Scott: How the hell did that happen?
Lori: She didn't trust me so...now she does. At least...more than...she did uh...before.
Scott: I can't believe you did that.
Lori: Saved your ass from having to. *closes eyes*
Scott: That was incredibly stupid. You were supposed to go there to bullshit her, not do whatever the hell she told you. *blinks* Lori. Lori, are you listening? *grabs Lori's arm* Lori.
Lori: ...Huh?
Scott: Great. I'm guessing we won't be able to have a real conversation in at least a few hours. Come on, I'll take you upstairs. *reaches arm under Lori's legs, swings her up*
Bathroom, 3pm
Lori: *hanging over toilet*
Scott: *walks over* Your father called, he wanted to talk to you. I told him you uh...celebrated a little too much.
Lori: I do
not like heroin.
Scott: I thought you'd taken it before.
Lori: No.
Scott: *sits on floor, leans against wall*
Lori: *places head on arm*
Scott: So what'd she want you to do?
Lori: Nothing legal.
Scott: *opens mouth*
Lori: Don't.
Scott: *smirks*
Lori: I'm supposed to get some intel on the current CEO for APL Manhattan. The 'orders' were e-mailed to me. I checked it before I ran for the porcelain bus.
Scott: She wants you to kill him.
Lori: Yeah. Which would be a little bit awkward had you not been taken to Texas, otherwise the hit would be on
you. Ugh. *holds stomach* Drugs are
bad.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: I'm glad you're amused by my misery.
Scott: All things considered, I'd rather see you like this than what I witnessed last night. I'd never seen you so out of it before.
Lori: *wipes forehead, leans against tub* I never want to feel like that again.
Scott: *crawls over, sits beside Lori* Not as fun as you remember?
Lori: Fun is a relative term. *leans head on Scott's chest*
Scott: *wraps arm around Lori*
Lori: Scott.
Scott: Yeah?
Lori: I want to hold my baby.
Scott: *nods* Why don't we spend the day with her and worry about Tricia tomorrow.
Lori: Sounds like a plan.
TBC.....................................
RT Gang next.
