[D&D] Revenge Has Never Tasted Sweeter;;

[Duragon]

Edna moved towards his office and locked the doors after the two of them entered. It figured a man like him would want his private space.

"Over there sweetheart." He moved towards his computer and turned it on. "Tell me... what did you like so much about Jake... was it the olive skin? Six pack?" He smiled, starting to type in some information on his machine. "Talk to me."

 

[Deathonator]

The woman took a seat next to the male as he managed to ruin her day once again in the space of ten seconds. ''Fuck, Edna, don't start. It's not funny, Jay's dead, and for your information, I liked him because he's so much more than you'll ever dream to be,'' she replied, turning her head away, her arms crossed in a defensive manner. She didn't understand why Edna felt the persisting need to talk about Jacob in such a degrading way, or taunted her so. After all, there were other female officers that had affairs with male ones, and most ended in a way a lot louder and scandalous than them. ''No matter how much we both dread it, I have to stay with you until the end of this case. Don't make it worse,'' she briefly glanced at him before turning her head to the screen.

 

[Duragon]

"Have you noticed your position, Lizzie... I am your portal to vengance. You will never get into the Enforcers if you do not have my information. And I feel that you've been awfully mean to me. Now, I haven't been with a girl in about three months... what's say... you and I play around a bit... or... I just wont ask my informer shit. Perhaps I'll even put that video and pictures out in the open... you know, the porno youtube... stuff like that... I think you and I could work something out... think about it... what am I getting from all this? Sure you get your vengance... Delgado get's his favorite officer back and Leonardo Vega gets what he has coming.... Hell... Jake get's avenged... but what happens to good ol' Edna? Hm?"

 

[Deathonator]

Unable to hold back, the woman darted to her feet and threw the chair aside, her hands instantly coming to rest on his shoulders. Leaning over the male, her hair brushing his shoulders and her hand, she tilted her head slightly, her lips separated from his by mere inches. ''Now listen up, sick bastard,'' she hissed, her knee making its way to his crotch pressing up against it without actually inflicting him pain yet. ''You dare put anything out in the open, you'll get in jail, but only if you're lucky. I can get into the Enforcers without you, don't even go thinking I need you,'' she continued, the pressure her knee applied increasing. ''If you want a whore, go find yourself one. Do you even have human feelings?'' She questioned, her expression filled with disgust.

 

[Duragon]

Edna actually squealed a bit, then started to smile until her knee pressed his groin. "Wow.. .your breasts are bigger than you let us see huh? Here is the truth.. you do need me. And no, I would not end up in jail... for long. A week at worst. You have no clue who you are on babe... Go on, leave. Get into the Enforcers without me... they will find you and Vega will drill a bullet in your chest like he did Jacob. I'm your ticket in and out of that hell..."

 

[Deathonator]

''Oh, but I'm pretty sure you will end up in jail. Would you like to re-read your laws? Or how about I let Deldago in on your cute little games?'' She questioned bitterly, shrugging. ''You know what, I'd rather get a bullet in my chest and die an honest cop, rather than screw with you,'' she replied, her knee giving him one last push before she stood straight, glaring at him. ''Call your informer, hurry up,'' the woman urged, not exactly eager to do things the hardest way.

 

[Duragon]

Edna smiled, "I hope you know what this looks like on camera..." He said bitterly. "Think about it... ten... fifteen minutes, and you're home free and approved to sneak into the Enforcers... don't be rougher than you need to be..." He leaned towards her his lips trying to connect to hers.

 

[Deathonator]

''There are no words to describe how much I hate you, Edna,'' the woman spoke quietly, biting on her lower lip. ''I don't know what the fuck I did for you to hate me so much, but just wait till it's all over,'' she whispered in an annoyed manner, shutting her eyes as she felt his lips graze hers. Shuddering, she stood straight again, shaking her head. ''Turn off your fucking camera,'' she muttered, inwardly cursing the chief officer.

 

[Duragon]

"I don't hate you Lizzie... but look at you... you're a supermodel." His fingertips moved to type something quickly on his machine. "The camera was right above us. I assure you it is off." He said quietly, taking in her scent. "Just don't think about it... " He said quietly, his lips moving to press against hers once again.

 

[Deathonator]

''Yeah, so the best you can do is blackmail me? Take advantage?'' She replied, shaking her head. ''Not even able to seduce me, hm?'' She smirked, shaking her head as he pressed his lips against her once again. She remained numb through every single one of his movements, her lips half parted without nevertheless responding to his.

 

[Duragon]

"I don't need to seduce you. It's not something I require. I am going to please myself. Wether you want to sit there all completely bitchy about it, it's your issue dear." He closed his eyes and kissed her neck. "You have to understand how this company works. Going by your reactions, it may seem that you've been with several others here... who was it? Lopez? Johnson? Delgado? How many, sweetheart..." His hands moved, trying to feel between her legs.

 

[Deathonator]

The woman rolled her eyes. ''Tendencies of a maniac,'' she replied, shutting her eyes as though it would make reality disappear. ''You have to understand that you're the only bastard in this building that acts like that. I haven't been with anyone except for Jacob. Who was able to actually please a woman, but what would you know about that,'' she snapped, increasingly disgusted by him with every second. ''You know what? I'm not a whore. I don't care if I get shot, or on the internet. You want to be an immoral pig, be so,'' she stated, pushing his hand to leave his office, going outside for a smoke to ponder about her further actions.

 

[Duragon]

"You leave this office and you're all alone on this Trent! Never forget it! You've lied to our chief already! You lost your man, now you'll lose your job, and your only chance to ever avenge him for being a dumb, weak fuck!" He screamed, covering his lips after and logging on to his computer, unlocking the doors and returning the cameras on.

 

[Deathonator]

Elizabeth sighed deeply as she heard the screams after her, shaking her head. There she was; all alone with no family, no man and not many friends remaining. However, even if she lost her job so would he - she would make sure of that. Dropping a finished cigarette to the ground, she inwardly cursed her appearence and walked up to her car, driving off to her home. There, she quickly took another shower, trying not to pay attention to the pictures of her and Jay on the wall. She then pulled on a short yet classy black cocktail dress, applied appropriate makeup and put on a pair of matching leather stilettos. All that done, she called a cab, getting to one of the gang's favorite hangouts - a club owned by Vega. There, she took a seat as close to where he would be as possible, only hoping that he would appear and notice her.

 

[Duragon]

The man she and Edna identified as Leonardo Vega was right in front of her. Well, not directly. He was at the other side of the club, a man whispering something into his ear. The appearance was unmistakeable. It was definitely her man.

 

[Deathonator]

The female ordered a Martini, looking around in a relaxed fashion - she was almost impossible to identify as a police woman, although the man whispering something to Vega worried her. She hoped that her dear partner hasn't decided to downright kill her, since no one else from Vega's gang knew about her existence. Her gaze passed over several males, as though she was in process of choosing until finally coming to a halt upon him. She waited for him to notice her before making a brief eyecontact, offering him a sultry smile and turning her head down to the ground, before briefly looking up at him, almost as though she was timid.

 

[Duragon]

Vega's lips moved slowly as he spoke to the man, making it extremely difficult for anyone to read his lips due to the terribly slow movements. The corner of his eye caught glance of Elisabeth. The man whispered further, Leonardo's eyes seemingly widening as he started to walk quickly in her direction. In a moment, the man was past her, reaching behind his belt for two beautiful silver pistols. The place went crazy when he did so. But as if they wanted him to do this, like a famous wrestler entering the ring. Leonardo turned to the crowded and silently begged for them to quiet down and just enjoy themselves.

Vega pointed his gun at his head with a small smile. "See no evil..."

A large mass of the customers replied, "Hear no evil!"

Vega returned, "Speak no evil..."

"Do no evil!" The crowd cheered back. It was their motto. The motto of the Enforcers. Did everyone at that fucking party belong to his organization?

Vega stepped outside, two men following him closely.

 

[Deathonator]

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Elizabeth watched him move towards her and off to the back, swiftly leaving the room. She shivered slightly, trying to ignore the feelings that covered her when Vega brushed by. No matter how stunning, he remained the man that killed Jacob. She sighed, leaning her head down against her palm for a few brief moments. She then leaned back, ordering another drink.

She realized that most of the people belonged to the party, yet she noticed a few that remained silent when the motto has been pronounced. God, it was stupid. They really did see or hear no evil - they were evil. She remained calm, wondering if he would come back or not. Either way, she would simply have to speak to some people and return the next day.

 

[Duragon]

The club remained in tune and in high spirits despite Vega's leave. There was definitely a sense of drug dealing, especially from the slick haired bartender and a few goons by the doors.

A couple of gentlemen stepped in, they seemed familiar for a moment before Elisabeth noticed that they were from Delgado's unit. The men seemed casual enough and were stared at as they entered. They would probably notice her as well, and it would complicate things if they were all undercover. Did Delgado send his men to watch her anyway? Perhaps they had some record of what Edna tried to do with her... and at the same time, this could end up horribly if these people learned who they were. It was suicide.

 

[Deathonator]

The girl looked around briefly, cursing. She noticed the males enter the club, almost hitting herself on the head. Why were they all come that precise night? Standing up, she carefully made her way into the crowd. The men weren't very likely to notice her there, and she found herself inwardly cursing. Several people danced without necessarily knowing eachother, and she was lucky enough to get someone to invite her to dance in the first few seconds of her escape.

Hidden by the male's body, she found herself trying to concentrate on the dance instead of the situation. Things were going badly - something she anticipated, yet not to that extent. Not coming in contact with Vega was fine, she would have used the evening to talk to people, yet there they were, ruining everything. Did Edna go on an tell Delgado, or was the old man simply smart enough to send people on his own?

 

[Duragon]

The men seemed to be taking careful glances at the entire area. Searching for someone or something. Eventually they were approached by some of the bouncers inside and the conversation got a little animated. With a hard shove, the two undercover police men turned around and exited the club, the bouncers returning to their usual spots, thinking of which of the slutty, drunk dancing girls they would roofie into their beds tonight.

 

[Deathonator]

The girl watched the conversation between the bouncers and the men as they exited the club. She briefly studied the stunning bouncers, wondering if flirting with them would not be more fruitfull. Shaking the thought off, she finished her dance and stepped back to the bar. She ordered another drink, engaging a conversation with the barman.

 

[Duragon]

"So, I haven't seen your face around here honey... are you in leauge?" Spoke the young man, a handsome devil, but fell short of Jacob or Leo Vega. "Let me get you something on the house, consider it a welcome gift."

 

[Deathonator]

The girl shot the male a smile, her finger playing with the umbrella on the drink. She shook her head, taking on a slight pout. ''No, but from what I've seen I'd very much like to be in it,'' she stated with a giggle giving him a playful wink. He was attractive enough to speak to, and if she had met him before Jacob she would have done everything necessary to spend a night with him. ''Does it mean I can't get your number, pretty boy?'' She questioned playfully, hopeful that he would believe her attitude - because at that point even she was starting to do so.

 

[Duragon]

"My number eh? Let's see... you're the third girl tonight alone. And it's not even a jampacked night." He smiled at her. "Of course you can have my number. But why settle for that when I can take you to my very own VIP room?" His head tilted to the side, "C'mon, I'll get one of the boys to cover."