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[ a new mission ]

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭.

You slowly moved your body to the loud music playing as you flipped the thick packed omelet. Little to your knowledge, three boys peaked from your window that peered into the kitchen as you cooked and danced. Their mouths were wide, and drool was threatening to spill. Suddenly, your phone rang, and you turned around to grab it from the nearby counter.

Upon doing so, your eyes widened, a gasp leaving your lips as you spotted your neighbour and his two friends that made this peeving a near everyday occurrence. You huffed as they ran off, their worried shouts muffled by the window, before reaching down and grabbing the phone. It was Charlie.

You answered and before you knew it, you were outside, dressed in a black mini skirt and sheer purple button up, stepping into your car. The mid-calf black boots shone in the light, and you turned your head, seeing the boys gathering their breath on the front porch of their house. Sighing to yourself, you sent them a smile, knowing of their great efforts to catch a simple look at you.

"I don't know if I can keep up with this façade with Jason anymore," Alex stated, wiping her hands on her pants. You sent her a sad smile, and opened an arm, to which she took the invitation and leant herself into your embrace, resting her head on your shoulder.

"You don't want to be with a man who's intimidated by a strong woman anyway," Dylan informed from her spot on the couch.

"They come on all lovey dovey until they find out I can shatter a cinder block with my forehead."

"I love that trick," Natalie complimented, reading from her magazine.

"Blueberry muffins?" Alex asked, placing the backet down, putting one of the treats down on three plates for you and the girls. Your eyes widened as you shared a look with your fellow angels, who each had equally terrified expressions. "I made them from scratch."

"Ooh, delicious," you said when you saw her staring at you expectantly. Reaching down, you willed yourself to lift it to your nose, taking a whiff of what should be a delicious blueberry concoction. Oh, how you regretted that choice.

"Yum," Nat said, picking up the muffin. "These look great... Alex."

Dylan sniffed it, before jerking away in disgust. "Oh my god," she muttered, before glancing up at Natalie. She suddenly had the wonderful idea to chuck it at the girl's chest, causing a surprised laugh to escape you as the wind was knocked out of her. Nat glared at you from where you stood behind the culprit, before repeating the gesture. The small cake soared through the air at a speed that no muffin should, and you ducked down to avoid it. It instead crashed into the door, sticking in place.

At that moment, Bosley walked in, glancing at the new decoration. "What do you call this?" he asked you.

"Chinese fighting muffin," you informed, giggling with Natalie. Alex rolled her eyes.

"Buddy of mine took a fighting muffin to the chest. They sent him home in four zip locks bag," he said ominously.

"They're not Chinese. They're not fighting. They're blueberry!" Alex huffed, slamming the cake on the table. Bosley looked at her in confusion as aggression radiated off the usually calm and placid woman, before asking if she was alright.

"She's having trouble with her secret identity, Bos," Nat informed, rubbing the girl's back.

"Aren't we all?" he questioned as you took a seat on the floor in front of Alex. "Scoot." They shifted don the couch, and you placed your head in your hands which were resting on Alex's legs. "Alex...all my angels. The heart is a muscle. In bodybuilding, we exercise the muscle, and it grows bigger and stronger. It's the same with the heart."

"I must have the heart of rhino," Dylan interjected, looking quite proud of yourself.

"You do," he answered, making us all chuckle. "And you be proud of it. Mes Anges, these little hurts will heal. And at crunch time, your hearts will be so buff, you'll be able to clean and jerk his love, three sets, ten reps each," he states.

The four of you thanked the man but were interrupted at the sound of a phone ringing. Bosley answered it, and you heard your glorious boss not a moment later, "Good morning, Angels."

"Good morning, Charlie," you answered, along with the girls.

"Dylan, Alex, Natalie, Y/N, I hope you're ready for your next assignment. Meet Eric Knox, a brilliant engineer and founder of Knox Technologies, an up-and-coming communications software company."

You watched the man, and it was clear from the short videos of him, he easily could match the personality of a golden retriever, with messy brown hair and eyes to match. You smirked as his face was much closer and easier to see in one clip, and you would be lying if you didn't admit that you found him to be cute. Dylan watched as the sultry grin made its way to your face, and she nudged your arm, causing your attention to swap to her. "Down, Y/N. You haven't even met the guy," she whispered, a snort emitting from you.

"Last night, Knox was kidnapped, and his voice identification software was stolen," Charlie continued, your gaze returning to the screen, where it showed video footage of Knox being kidnapped by a group of people in a carpark.

"Who's the lady left behind?" you asked, noticing the pixelated woman dressed in black that had watched the kidnapping occur. Her screams sounded real enough, you thought to yourself.

"Vivian Wood. She's the president of Knox Technologies."

"Oh, she did it," Nat said, shrugging.

"Then, I guess we can all go home then," a voice stated. You turned your head to see none other than the woman in the clip, Vivian Wood, eyeing Natalie with a smirk from the doorway.

"Angels, meet Vivian Wood, our new client. She's hired us to help find Eric Knox," Bosley introduced, sending you and the girls a look.

You all muttered a greeting as Dylan spoke, "Miss Wood, who would have the most to gain from Knox's disappearance?"

"Me, probably. I'm his partner. Before we were partners, we were friends," she answered, taking a seat.

"Does Knox have any enemies?" you wondered.

"Roger Corwin. He's the owner of Red Star System's, the largest communications satellite firm in the world," Charlie answered, and you nodded in appreciation.

"Six months ago, he tried to buy out Knox Technologies." Bosley handed us a briefing, continuing, "When Know refused to sell, Corwin lost it."

"Charming," you muttered, Dylan snickering from beside you. "Was there a ransom demand?"

"Nothing," Vivienne sighed, "but I know he's still alive."

"I'll study the garage footage, maybe there's something there," Nat said, giving her a reassuring smile.

"So, Corwin is our only lead. Hopefully, he'll take us to Knox," Alex chimed in, nodding to you.

"Corwin gets his weekly massage at Madame Wong's House of Blossoms. That's our chance to feel him out."

"-He said what? 'Over my dead body?' I can accept those terms," Corwin said into the phone as he laid on his stomach. Alex walked in, posing as a worker, adorning a red dress. As Corwin requested for a 'warming up', Alex began to massage him, before knocking him out by activating the right energy points. Soon enough, Natalie, Dylan and you walked into the room, wearing traditional black kimonos with hints of colors that the other employees wore.

In the changing room, you and the angels stood behind a screen. When Natalie deemed it safe to enter, you walked towards Corwin's assigned locker, where the girl handed you and the others certain objects. You received his palm pilot, where you quickly downloaded everything on the small device. "Got his car key," said Natalie, holding up the key, shaped as a golden box.

"I got his schedule," you added, glancing down at the phone machine.

When Corwin awoke, Alex was back, rubbing oil onto his back.

"If Corwin is behind Knox's disappearance, he's got someone else doing his dirty work, guaranteed," Alex informed as Dylan drove you all into the drive-in. When you reached the voice box for ordering, the voice came through of a puberty-prone boy, as well as a distortion. Alex leaned over to Dylan, breaking it open and working through the twined wires. You and Natalie shared a look, chuckling as you shook your heads.

"Nat, how's it coming with the kidnapping footage?" Dylan asked from the front seat. You leaned over, looking at the computer.

"I'm just enhancing a reflection from the car window," the girl replied, working her magic. Your eyes widened when the suspect was found and analyzed. From what you could see, he was a tall, skinny man, with black hair and a stare that brought chills to your skin.

Alex fell back into her spot after fixing the ordering machine. "May I take your order please?" the clerk asked.

"Yeah, I'd like four cheeseburgers, four French fries, and four cherry pies," she answered, turning to look back at you and the girls. "What do you guys want?"

Dylan drove the car around to receive the orders as Natalie leaned forward to show the picture to Alex and Dylan. You stood up from your seat, leaning over Dylan's head to take the food from the teenager. The boy looked to be in shock as he stared down your top by accident. You think it was an accident. You sent him a wink before sitting back down as Dylan asked, "What's Corwin doing tonight?"

She and the girls glanced at you for an answer as you replied with your question, "Who's up for crashing a party?"

You and Natalie had arrived at the party earlier than the girls and Bosley, both adorning completely different outfits. Whilst the blonde wore a black and white servers get-up, you had posed a guest, wearing a gown of off-white and sage which delicately framed your body.

You lifted a glass of champagne to your lips, eyes casting over the sea of people before you found Bosley dressed in a maroon suit, with Alex and Dylan on his arm. You lifted your head, sharing a nod with Alex as you saw them disperse from him. Not even a moment later, Corwin found his interest peaking in the man that had sauntered into his party with two beautiful women, slithering through the crowd before stationing himself in front of him.

With your cue to leave, you started walking towards Bosley, swerving through the other guests with quick apologies and sweet smiles. But before you made it to your friend, someone had moved past you, their feet clashing with yours, causing you to lose you balance. The person was quick to react, wrapping their arms around your form before you hit the floor, steadying your swaying body in front of themselves. "Woah, you okay?" From his voice, it was deep and baritone, that of a man. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

You lifted your gaze from the floor, chuckling as you shook your head, waving off the apology. "I'm fine, really. Thank you for-." You cut yourself off, leaning back slightly at the sight of your enemy, Dallas Parker.

You had met Dallas three years ago on a case for your other job, in the court of law. He was a vexatious man, at least to you. Manipulative and suave, he easily swayed the opinions of the jury just by his charming smile, as your assistant and any other woman who came to know him. With his dirty blonde locks and blue eyes, you would've been convinced too. But with every handsome man came a price. And it seemed that God decided to strike him with a devil-like personality.

"Y/N," he breathed, eyes grazing over your body, having only seen you in blazers and skirts. "This is a first. You in a dress, I mean. And with a smile."

You rolled your eyes, removing yourself from his hold, missing the reluctance as he allowed you to, wiping down your dress to smooth out any crinkles. "Dallas," you nodded. "What are you doing here? This doesn't seem like your particular scene. I'm so used to the tense shoulders and deep frown."

He chuckled with a smile, shoving his hands into his pocket. "I'm actually a very fun time outside of the courtroom. You would know that if you let me take you on a date."

You scoffed but couldn't help in returning the smile. "You're still bitter about that? It was three years ago, Dallas."

"And yet, my heart still burns," he said, causing an amused laugh to escape you.

"I'll tell you what. You take me out on a date, if..." You leaned forward slightly, and he reciprocated, his breath ghosting over your cheek as your lips grazed atop his ear. "You learn how to win a case."

He leaned back, and you watched as his eyes darkened, his gaze turning into a soft glare. All you offered was a mischievous smile as you walked away. "There she is," you heard Bosley, watching as he held his arm out to you.

"John, you are looking wonderful tonight," you said, looking up at him as you took his arm.

"As are you," he replied, matching your demeanor. A cough drew your attention to Corwin, who was standing in front of you like a fish out of water. "Oh right, yes, Payton, this is Roger Corwin-."

"Owner of Red Star Systems. A pleasure to meet you," Corwin interrupted, taking hold of your hand, and placing a sloppy kiss to it. You cringed, but before he could see, you fluttered your lashes and giggled. He grinned, enjoying the shy and innocent act.

"You look incredibly handsome tonight, Mr. Corwin," you complimented, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

"Roger is fine, my dear," he purred. You made short conversation with him and Bosley, often prying small pieces of information from him about the company and such. He was much more willing than you thought, but perhaps it was the alcohol and the pretty girl flirting with him that made him so inclined. He raised his gaze from you for a moment, suddenly lifting his hand in a beckoning manor. "I've found him, Mr. Rage," he informed Bosley, who nodded, leaving you confused.

"So, this is the finest lawyer, you say?" Bosley asked, sending you a sneaky glance.

"Yes, yes, yes. He's a fine lawyer. Has won me some cases, over the past two years. You know how men get can," he chuckled to himself. You looked over, just wondering who this mysterious man was. But you felt a frown make its way onto your way as Dallas walked over with a smile. Your eyes were wide as he shook Corwin's hand, before repeating the action for Bosley. When his eyes fell on you, he wore the same mask of surprise as well. Corwin saw this and smiled. "Exactly my reaction, my boy. Isn't she stunning?" he asked Dallas, to which you ducked my head to the side, Bosley patting your hand comfortingly.

"Took the words right out of my mouth, Mr. Corwin." You lifted your gaze and found yourself entranced in the blue of his eyes. "Funnily enough sir, I've met this woman before. My ego hates to admit, but she's won me over some cases. I'm actually arguing against Y/N in the forthcoming week."

Roger's brow furrowed as he chuckled, slapping at his arm. "Her name is Payton, stupid boy. I'm terribly sorry, my dear," he apologized.

Confusion laced Dallas' face as he stared at you. You rapidly tapped Bosley's back, a hidden alert to move the conversation elsewhere. He came up with a plan, quickly reminding Corwin of some sort of test, the topic drawing the man into another boring drone of his successfulness.

You took hold of Dallas' arm, weaving through the crowd as you brought him to one of the darkened halls. "What's going on?" he immediately asked, lowering his head to look down at you.

You didn't dare meet his gaze, instead frantically looking around for any of the girls. "Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about," you brushed off, finding Natalie in the crowd. When she began walking towards you, swiping a hand over one of the cocktails on her serving tray.

"Y/N, please," he urged. With the way he softly shook your arms, you returned his stare, finding yourself shocked at the sight of pure confusion and genuine worry washing over his face. "Did- did something happen to you?"

"No," you shook your head rapidly, holding onto his hand in comfort.

"Any drinks?"

You and Dallas turned your gaze to Natalie, who held a polite smile and a tray which held three to four glasses. You nodded, reaching for the drink that seemed blurrier than the others, handing it to Dallas as you took one for yourself. He muttered his thanks to the girl, before placing his concern and attention back on you. "Y/N..." You stopped, before gazing up at him.

"I'm fine," you replied, silently begging for him to take a drink. And he did. Dallas sighed, shaking his head as he lifted the drink to his mouth. As it travelled down his throat, he shook his head, eyes pinched shut as he let out a ragged breath. All you offered was a soft smile before he stumbled back.

Dylan shot out from a broom cupboard that was close, taking the man as you followed her inside. You helped the angel place him on the ground, before you both stared down at the now unconscious man. "So, who's this?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"Just some guy from work," you answered.

"Just some guy from- Oh my god, is this Dallas?"

Your eyes widened, turning to face her. "No-."

"It so is!" she exclaimed, looking down at him. "He's really cute, Y/N."

"You think?"

You and Dylan walked back into the party. You urged Natalie to flirt with the bartender, encouraging her to do her bright smile, and with Alex's suggestion of flipping her hair, the man, Pete, was completely in love.

"Thin Man, 10 o'clock." You were interrupted by Alex's voice as you were watching Bosley and Corwin fighting in sumo costumes. You whipped around, walking over to her, and from where you were, you could see him leaving. You quickly fell in tow with Dylan, Nat behind you. Before you could reach him, he ducked into the elevator. "Why do they always run?" Alex questioned, before kicking the door down that led to the stairwell.

Soon, your found yourself downstairs with Alex and Dylan, decked out in all black. The man took a drag from his cigarette before running off. You took off in a sprint, chasing after him.

"Damn it," you sighed. You had lost him. You and the angels were in circular room, four doors surrounding you. You nodded, and proceeded to run to your chosen door, kicking it down. Whilst the others booted through theirs, you had more trouble. You stood back, jumping through the glass. You landed with a splash, finding water up to your ankles. You lifted the wooden bar keeping the door closed, the others filing in behind you. You saw a lone chair, with a man sitting in it. You dashed forward, lifting the bandana covering his eyes. He looked up at you, slightly confused, but relieved all the same. "Knox."