IT'S GOING DOWN I'M YELLING TIMBER (aka the one where Millicent dies)

[facethewolves]

i. Let's Make A Night You Won't Remember [closed to Jean-Claude]
a bar, earlier this week

Alex doesn't know who she's supposed to be meeting, just that somebody wants to meet her. She arrives twenty minutes early, makes notes of the exits, and orders herself a dry martini to blend in. It doesn't hurt to take a few extra precautions when apparently half the city knows that you're planning to murder a high-ranking official, which is why she also has her silver knife hidden in her pocket.

She doesn't touch the drink, just sits and glowers at the bar's main entrance, waiting for the person she's supposed to be meeting to show.



ii. I'll Be The One You Won't Forget [open to all]
Westminister, May 26

Millicent is leaving the Night Council building, and Alex plans to follow her. She's not going through with the hit for a couple more days, but she needs a better grasp of the vampire's schedule. So she's lurking about half a block away from the building, waiting.

To the untrained observer, she looks like a bored girl leaning against a wall eating a muffin. Someone paying closer attention, though, might notice how often she looks down the street, and the fact that she's been very slowly eating the same muffin for the past forty-five minutes.



iii. The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall [closed to Evie]
Islington, May 28, nighttime, before Millicent dies

For the past week, Alex has been sharpening her stakes, going over all the info she has on Millicent's usual habits and schedule, planning the hit. She's decided on a close-quarters kill. For once thing, she's not sure that a wood-tipped bullet, even if it hits right between her eyes, would actually kill Millicent. For another thing, and more importantly, she wants it to feel personal. She wants Millicent to know who's killing her and why.

She knows it'll be risky, but risk never stopped her doing anything before. On the night she's picked to do it, she makes her way stealthily into Islington territory, towards the place she expects Millicent to be. A few blocks away, she pauses in a doorway to double-check her weapons - three stakes and a gun with wood-tipped bullets - and to go over the plan, such as it is, one more time in her head.

Maybe she's just jumpy, but she thinks she sees something move out of the corner of her eye. She whirls around, but nothing's there. Frowning, she goes back to checking her gun.



iv. I'm Slicker Than An Oil Spill [open to first response]
Islington, May 28, nighttime, after Millicent is dead

One of the vampires saw her. Which is bad, really bad. She ditches her jacket on a bench as she hurries past it, hoping that changing up her look slightly will shake off any pursuit. If they're looking for a girl in a black jacket and they spot her... It's not much. It's barely anything, really. If they spot her they'll know who she is. She should have kept the jacket, it was a stupid idea to lose it.

If she does get stopped, she needs to not be carrying suspicious things like stakes and guns with wood-tipped bullets. So she finds a sewer grate under a broken streetlight and pulls out three stakes and her gun. It's not that she has any sentimental attachment to her weapons, but it's not always easy to get replacements. She drops two of the stakes down through the grate without hesitation, but decides to keep the third. She'll need to defend herself if she does get caught.

She catches a shadow moving out of the corner of her eye and turns towards it, keeping the third stake and the gun out of sight.

"Somebody there?"



v. End of the Night, It's Going Down [closed to Natasha]
Ealing, May 28, late night

Alex can't go home. One of the vampires saw her face. It won't take them long to figure out who she is and where she lives. She's ditched most of her gear and her jacket, but that won't throw them off the scent for long. She needs somewhere to lay low for a while. Maybe a long while.

She can't go to any of her known acquaintances, either. The vampires will look for her there, and she doesn't want to put anyone else in danger. She needs someone that nobody knows she knows, someone nobody would expect her to hide out with.

It takes her longer than she'd like to admit to think of Natasha. She'd cautioned Alex against killing Millicent, so it's entirely probable that she'll want nothing to do with the fallout, but it's worth a try. Alex makes her way to the Redbright Institute and sneaks around until she finds a familiar smell. Carefully, just in case this goes south fast, she pulls her stake out and keeps it down by her side as she quietly follows Natasha's scent.



vi. One More Shot, Another Round [closed to Kyle]
Kyle's secret new apartment, May 31, morning

For the past few days, Alex has been in hiding. She can't risk anyone finding out where she is, so she's been very careful about contacting people she knows. When she gets a note from Kyle telling her to meet him at an address she's never heard of, she briefly wonders whether it's really from him or a trap set by someone trying to catch her.

She decides to risk it. She puts on a pair of shades and, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, takes an extremely circuitous route to the address, hoping to shake anyone tailing her. Finally, she makes it. Instead of going through the front door, she climbs the fire escape and knocks on the window of what she hopes is the right apartment.




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[facethewolves]

The unexpected hug really worried Alex. She wrapped her arms around him, frowning into his shoulder. "I promise. I'm not going anywhere."

She couldn't tell if he was scared for her, scared for himself, if something had happened that he didn't want to tell her about, or if something else entirely was going on. But if he was scared of losing her, she could reassure him about that.

She pulled out of the hug enough to give him an encouraging smile. "We're gonna get through this, okay? Together," she added insistently.

[akillersmile]

Kyle hid his concern as soon as he felt her pulling away, burying it beneath one of his usual smiles. The disingenuous nature of the phones, the need for his girlfriend to be in hiding, all of it. It hit too close to home from another time and he worried, really worried, for her life. The thought of that being in jeopardy made him nearly ill. But he forced it all away, something he'd gotten too good at in the military.

"Damn right we are," he replied more easily than it should have been. Kyle leaned down to give her a light kiss, then moved past her to check on the potatoes. He didn't want to fight right now, even as a cold fury built inside of him at the idea of the people hunting her and how powerless he was in some ways. "You want to get the plates? Food's almost ready."

[facethewolves]

Alex was so used to her life being in danger that it didn't occur to her how upset he might be. She returned the kiss with another smile, still able to sense his worry but not sure how to handle it, and not aware of how serious and sincere it was. People didn't tend to worry over her that much. A small, childishly bitter part of her wondered whether anyone really had since her parents' deaths, before Kyle. She wanted to push back against it, fix it somehow, make it okay, but all she could think to do was echo, "We are."

She didn't like that he might be scared on her behalf, but at the same time, she found it very touching.

"Yeah," she said quickly. She started opening cabinets at random rather than simply asking which one the plates were in. Thankfully there weren't that many, and her search was over in a few seconds. She set the plates on the counter next to the stove and turned back to her bag.

"I got something else at the store." She pulled out a small set of portable speakers and an mp3 player. The only music on it was Russian folk music that she'd gotten from one of her new Russian neighbors in the very Russian neighborhood Natasha had hidden her in, but any music was better than none, and Alex was proud of her purchase. "It's cool, right?"