"I'm not hurt. My leg just acts up in the winter. I'm telling you to don't fucking worry, so that's what you'll do," He growled firmly, knowing he'd be fine in a couple days. He wasn't even sure they had enother hit this week. No, he knew they didn't. "Unless you got a hit for the both of us, you don't need to worry."
"Oh, I know that you're out of your fucking mind if you're giving me orders," She snaps, her hands curling into fists. Does he honestly think she's going to listen to him? "I actually do have a hit for the both of us but since you're acting like a child I'm going to handle it alone." Taking down a mob boss is something she can do on her own. Backup is always nice but it's not necessary.
"No, you're not handling it alone. If it's a big enough hit that you needed support, I'm going." He sped up along the road, glancing at her once. It wasn't his fault pain made him irritable. He was sure she was the same way
"Sorry I gave you orders," He finally huffed after a few moments of silence.
"You can't go with that bad leg, you'll put us both in danger," She says firmly, crossing her arms. "I died once and it wasn't a pleasant experience so I'm not eager to repeat it." Sighing, she leans her head back against the chair. Glancing over to him, she bites her inner cheek. "Sorry I called you a child."
"I have things to help. I'm not totally unprepared, but I would have appreciated a heads up so I could get ready and stretch this out. When is the hit?" He glanced at her again, also leaning back when he realized he was sitting forward again. His hands tightened and untightened on the wheel and he looked back at the road.
"It may or may not be tonight." She likes to have at least a few days to prepare but this came up suddenly and it's not an opportunity that she's willing to pass up on. "You know that gang that the cops have been having trouble with? The K.O.K? Well, their leader is a massive asshole. He's going to be in town for a few hours tonight."
"Tonight? Christ…. alright. I'll be ready by tonight, hopefully." He sighed and listened, nodding along. It was a very good chance to help eliminate a very large problem their town was facing. Of course, they would have to try and take out as many grunts under the leader, too. "It's a good chance to pick off others, too," He voiced his thoughts to her, thrumming his fingers again.
"I wasn't thrilled about the short notice either but we have to take what we can get with this guy." From what she knows so far, this man is an elusive pain in the ass. Taking him out will make their lives much easier. "Definitely. We wouldn't want one of his follows to take his death as an opportunity to replace him. If we can kill enough of these guys then we might be able to destroy this group."
Cameron nodder along with her, turning into their neighborhood and squinting through the snow to make sure he was at the right place.
"I think we could do it." He glanced at her once and pulled into his driveway with a sigh.
"Are you sure that you're going to be up for this?" Ava asks, glancing over to him. "I can do this by myself." It'll be a pain but she can manage it. She's concerned that his knee is going to screw things up and cause one of them to be injured or killed.
"Yes, I'm absolutely sure. I won't leave you to do anything this dangerous, that might risk you getting outed as not dead." He stopped the car and opened the door. "Besides, if they get their hands on you and mistreat you, I'm gonna have to be the one to beat the shit out of them." He grinned past the slight pain that came along with the rush of cold and stood out of his car.
Ava sighs softly before climbing out of the car. "While I appreciate the sentiment, I would beat the shit out of them myself," She chuckles lightly. Pulling the jacket closer around her, she starts shuffling towards the house. "Oh! I got a new set of throwing knives last week, do you want to use some of them on the mission?" She asks, having almost forgotten about the knives.
Cameron pulled his house key from the jingling set of keys waggling around. "Knives? Hmm. Sounds interesting but risky. I like it. We'd have to use gloves though, to keep our identities safe." He unlocked the house and pushed his way in, kicking off his snowy boots.
"They're amazing," Ava comments, pleased with her new toys. "I still have my outfit. It has gloves and a mask," She points out. She's kept her black and red leather outfit from her days with her father's gang. It fits her perfectly and she always uses it on missions.
"Hm. I suppose it slipped my mind." He limped to the kitchen and set down the coffeemaker. "Anyway, I'll be downstairs in the basement if you need me." He crossed the kitchen, jogged upstairs and grabbed a few things, before hesding downstairs into his basement to get started on taking thr measures to stop the aches that as prescribed by his doctor.
“I’ll put your jacket on your bed,” She says with a slight nod. Peeling off the two jackets and the gloves that she’s wearing, she takes a deep breath. The house is so much warmer than the car. “Kreja!” She calls out as she heads up the stairs. The dog comes barreling down the hall, barking excitedly.
Lily barked softly as Kreja barelled away from her, uncurling from her spot on the couch and wandering after the second dog, her tail wagging a couple times. She approached the human and stuck her nose near her leg, sniffing her, then turning and administering a couple kisses to Kreja's ear.
Ava smiles softly and kneels down when she sees the dogs. “Hello, babies,” She murmurs, giving them both some pets. “What did you two do while we were gone? Did you have nap time?”
Kreja covers his owner’s hands with kisses before he turns and shuffles at Lily’s cheek. He woofs quietly, talking wagging like crazy.
(Do you wanna skip?)
(Yep! When to?)
(After the hit?)
(Sounds good. Should they be back at the house afterwards?)
(Yea that sounds good.)
(Could you please start?)
(Sure.)
Cameron had done plenty to prepare for the hit. He had stretched out so much he felt like a spaghetti noodle and put his knee brace on (which really helped the most with how much movement was involved in the hit). He slipped off his mask and his gloves, which were still holding the knives and small pistols he stole from the gang members. He only glanced at her once to make sure she was definitely okay before heading upstairs to change his bloody clothes, and putting on a pair of shorts so he could slip his brace off comfortably.
(Thanks!)
Ava stands in the kitchen, a scowl on her face. Snow and blood, both fresh and dried, covers her from head to toe. Things had gotten really messy at that last bit. To make things even worse, one of her favorite knives had been broken. Muttering under her breath continuously, she heads up the stairs. Once she reaches the bathroom, she glances at herself in the mirror. When she sees her own reflection, she flinches a little. She quickly turns away and peels off her outfit, her gloves, and her masks. She’ll have to wash them later but right now she just really needs a shower.
(You're welcome ^-^)
Cameron heard Ava walk past his room to the bathroom and sighed. "Ava! I'm about to get the medical kit out. Whenever you're done in there, I can help patch anything up!" He called to her, crossing his room with a gasp as his leg almost buckled from the lost support. However he quickly caught himself, barely stumbling against the opposite wall. He shook himself and scooted over to the dresser, where he hid a medical kit, which he got out and transferred to his bed.
“Okay!” Ava calls out, keeping her reply short and simple. She really doesn’t feel like interacting with anyone but getting her wounds patched up is necessary. After a fifteen minute shower, she dries off, braids her wet hair, and changing into a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She leaves her bloody clothes in the bathroom for now. Heading into Cameron’s room, she plops down on the edge of the bed with a sigh.
Cameron had cleaned up from last night, folding up the blankets and setting them down near his closet with difficulty because of his limp. When she entered the room he crossed over to her, trying to hide his limp the best he could, sitting down next to her and picking up the kit.
"Can you do it, or is there somewhere that's awkward to reach that you need help with?"
“There’s one in the middle of my back that I can’t reach. I can do the rest myself,” Ava answers, not looking forward to this. Her pain tolerance is high but that doesn’t mean that she enjoys post mission patch up sessions. “Do you have any that you need me to get for you?” She asks as she pulls off her sweatshirt and sets it aside. Despite the horrible scars that litter her body, especially her stomach and back, she has plenty of self confidence. Besides, this is Cameron. She knows and trusts him. Mostly.