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circle72012-01-09 04:27 pm
aphelionix) wrote in circle72012-01-09 04:27 pm
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in which adamo and vico learn to WORK TOGETHER~
Adamo was in over his head on this one.
His small group had an assignment for him, but it was impossible to do on his own. All the others were tied up with their own missions, but Adamo assured their leader he could arrange something. The infiltration itself wouldn't be difficult, but he needed a partner - and that was where Vico came to mind. He was smaller; better at not being noticed. Adamo was not so lucky, with his looks and slight fame. It wasn't as though the show was incredibly popular, but just enough people seemed to recognize him to dampen the speed of his more public assignments.
And this one was in a five star hotel, downtown, at a formal event of about three-hundred. Lucky for Adamo, it was something of a film appreciation event; the perfect way to get him and Vico inside.
"Per favore," Adamo pleaded, leaning over to Vico so he could hear him over the bar's loud crowd and music. "Help me out with this one. None of my team is available, and it is important."
His small group had an assignment for him, but it was impossible to do on his own. All the others were tied up with their own missions, but Adamo assured their leader he could arrange something. The infiltration itself wouldn't be difficult, but he needed a partner - and that was where Vico came to mind. He was smaller; better at not being noticed. Adamo was not so lucky, with his looks and slight fame. It wasn't as though the show was incredibly popular, but just enough people seemed to recognize him to dampen the speed of his more public assignments.
And this one was in a five star hotel, downtown, at a formal event of about three-hundred. Lucky for Adamo, it was something of a film appreciation event; the perfect way to get him and Vico inside.
"Per favore," Adamo pleaded, leaning over to Vico so he could hear him over the bar's loud crowd and music. "Help me out with this one. None of my team is available, and it is important."
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Then a beat passed and he did neither. Vico scoffed a low laugh, muffled and barely an expulsion of breath as he kept his voice down. The hallway might have been abandoned, but it never did an assassin any good to draw needless attention to himself. He thumped Adamo on the shoulder with the back of his hand, rolling his toward the ceiling. "This is a mission, amico. It's not supposed to be fun. Now hurry up."
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With a roll of his eyes, Adamo disappeared into the room. Everything was neat, and looked just as expensive as the rest of the hotel - a marble desk, leather chair, shining wooden floors... Not even Adamo's home had things this cushy. Instead of admiring, he carefully navigated his way to a file cabinet stashed underneath the desk. How careless to leave this unlocked.
He slid it open, sifting through carefully. They were organized neatly, except one unlabeled section in the very back... That must be it. He pulled the papers out, and sure enough, they were labeled to a 'confidential medical company.' Not a hard guess.
Folding them with care, Adamo tucked the papers into his blazer. He wiped the file cabinet's handle clean of his prints (you never knew), and made his way out, closing the door behind him - cleaning that, too.
"Let's get out of here."
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An explosive sound shook through the halls. Instinctively, Vico's knees folded and he dropped. The bullet was off-center anyway - it glanced off the edge of the doorway and embedded itself into the partly-open white door. Wood splintered, a particularly sharp shard catching Vico across the cheek, but considering the sudden chaos outside in the hall, he didn't even notice. Kicking a leg out, Vico slammed the door shut and immediately locked it, bolting the metal latch above the knob for good measure.
"Change of plans!" he snapped at Adamo, pulling back towards the windows.
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"Merda," he mumbled under his breath, feeling his pulse jump. Whoever the shooter was most likely didn't get a good look of their faces - he was shooting in the dark. If he had some sort of night vision equipment, one of them would certainly be dead by now. As it was, their identities were safe.
Adamo yanked back the curtains of the window, searching for the latch. The light from outside barely helped. Judging by the footsteps outside (running from the sounds of it), they didn't have much time. Finally, his fingers caught on a handle, and he pushed the window open.
"Go!"
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The shooters had clearly moved. The door was being shaken shaken on its hinges and it was only a matter of time before their pursuers came to the end of their patience and simply shot the lock out of commission. By then, however, Vico had already slipped through the window opening almost as immediately after the gap was wide enough to fit his torso through. As if he were climbing mere set platforms and lighting rails, Vico maneuvered himself around the outside of the hotel's architecture.
"Only way to go is down," he muttered, glancing between his feet. The drop was at least a couple stories too tall for a safe drop - they would have to climb. "Up for some exercise?"
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"Always," he responded. From above them, through the window, the slamming was only getting louder. There was another shot - most likely shooting at the handle - but one wouldn't be enough to get through it. Of course, Adamo wasn't about to wait until they did.
The closest ledge (a smoking balcony) was to Adamo's left, a couple feet down. He pushed off the wall, grabbing the railing once he fell within reach. The last time he leaped around like this, he realized, was when he was chasing Vico - who'd have thought they'd be jumping around together like this? In suits no less.
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Forget about an errant tie - their clothes were entirely in disarray now. Wrinkles everywhere, with a tear Vico had managed to rip in his left shoulder seam from a particularly trick sharp protrusion on the second floor. They weren't at any leisure to spare any thought for that now. Still breathing hard, he glanced at the busy hotel parking lot and then back at Adamo. "Where's your car?"
whoops it's my turn isn't it
"Across the parking lot," Adamo said, his eyes darting from car to car, trying to identify it. When he spotted the exact row, he pointed and started to run, fumbling for the keys in his pocket. "There!"
forgot me again huh...
They all but tumbled into the car, its passenger compartment open in wait for them, and Vico twisted around without even waiting for Adamo to retrieve his leg from under where Vico sat on it to pull the door shut. "Drive!" he hissed to whoever was at the wheel.
NO... I just... have a cluttered inbox...
Adamo jumped inside after Vico, staying low in his seat. The driver hardly seemed alarmed, a cigarette tightened between his teeth, pulling out of their parking space and immediately slamming on the gas. Adamo all but flopped onto Vico at the sharp turn they made out of the parking lot and onto the road. He peered into the rear view mirror - no one behind him but two shrinking silhouettes. They were clear.
"Thanks, Alfonso," Adamo eventually gasped out.
NOW I'M A SLOW TO REPLY
A quick glance at the rearview mirror confirmed that the driver was the same waiter from inside the event hall, another of Adamo's teammates. He had probably been waiting for them after the lobby chat-and-dine had ended, when all the guests had been ushered into the viewing hall. Vico had never thought he'd be so glad to see a face from that whole stuffy ordeal again, but this clearly proved him wrong.
"Who was that?" he asked, figuring one of the two would give him an answer. As guest-backup, he was less clued-in on the details and background of the mission than the actual team involved; it was a fair question to ask.
NOT AS SLOW AS LAIN
Adamo straightened himself up in his seat as the car became steady, strapping in. He preened his suit, frowning at the dirt and dust all over it. He gave Vico's own attire a similarly sad look.
"Not a hard guess to say they're Abstergo agents," Adamo piped in, much less dramatic than his partner up front. "They must've caught on."
No one is as slow as Lain.
As if they would be that lucky.
He sighed, shaking out his shoulders and closing his eyes as he leaned back against the leather seat. He didn't hear any indication of a motorized chase, which meant they were in the clear for now. Whoever their pursuers were, they obviously hadn't gotten a clear enough impression of their targets to follow up on the investigation. "At least that's done with."
As exciting as Adamo's brand of missions seemed to be, at least Vico's didn't require a dress code.
true this
Reaching over, Adamo tugged on the tear in Vico's vest with a sigh. It was special tailored by none other than Luciano. In retrospect, inviting Luciano might have been the wiser move - but in honesty, he trusted Vico working by his side. He wanted to test the waters, see if they'd make compatible partners in missions. Of course, he didn't expect things to go so awry.
"He's gonna have a fit over this."