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Z received a phone call from the same number he’s memorized hundreds of times, groaning, he took one more sip from his cup and reluctantly swiped right putting it to his ear, “Z, go ahead.”
“Misfit, you’re being activated.” His overseer, Watcher, stated through the phone.
“Ugh, what is it this time? I’m supposed to be on leave!” Z complained, he had waited so long for a break and on his first day off he had to be reactivated? Seriously, Atreus had to tone down on using him for their operations, he gets it, he’s their favorite Agent, but let the man have a break!
“Leave it for later Misfit, we got an JCJenson associate in your area, your mission is to grab a drive off of her and make it to the extraction point.” Watcher said without care.
“I’m kinda drunk right now Watcher.”
“Just bump into her, take the drive, and go. Now get to it. I’ll send you a picture. Kill or leave.”
Z sighed and hung up, he left his cash on the bar next to his cup and walked out, putting his coat on. He looked down at his phone, which received a picture of his target and the approximate location of them. Moving down the street slightly stumbling from time to time, he glanced around the semi-empty streets for any threats. He then got a slight headache.
Damn it, alcohol is kicking in.
He lightly chuckled at that remark, but he continued on. He was approaching his target’s location, so it should be easy, it wasn’t like JCJ had armed personnel near their associates. Right?
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Two security details were attached to this woman, one tall and another shorter, maybe about an inch shorter. Finely dressed and ominous as hell. Z thought this would be easy, just bump into her and take the drive. But no, the security made it much harder, luckily they were nearing the more downtown and busy part of the city, so there’d be more people to blend in with, He’ll distract the guards and then steal the drive, only two pockets, he’ll just reach into-
“Excuse me sir, are you okay?” One of the security details asked, snapping Z out of his thoughts. He panicked and let out a little yelp which confused the guard a bit.
Z said the first thing that came to mind, “Uh not here to steal from that lady you guys are guarding!”
The guard looked at him suspiciously, “Have you had any drinks sir?”
“Yes.”
“Then you won’t remember this.” The guard drew out his baton and swung it at Z, attempting to knock him out. He quickly dodged it and stepped back, eyeing his opponent, he was actually really tall up close, like 6’2 maybe. But Z was 5 '8, he could take him, probably. He brought his pocket knife out and deployed it, the blade facing away from the detail.
The guard charged yet again at him trying to hit his hand and disarm him. Z dodged yet again, “Y’know I’m drunk right? And I have quite a headache.”
“I don’t give a damn about how much alcohol you’ve consumed, I give a damn about how you’re going to harm our priority escort.” He swung again, this time hitting Z and making him stumble and fall over.
“Agh!” Z groaned as he hit the floor, watching the guard walking to him.
“You actually functioned well for a drunk.” The guard said, sliding his baton across his hand, “But not well enough.”
Z then flipped the blade of the knife into a throwing position, and swung it out of his hands and to the guard’s leg. The knife successfully hit its mark and caused the guard to scream and drop his baton, this gave Z a chance to get up and shove him to the floor.
“Eat it moron! Imagine getting owned by a dr-”
Thunk.
Z dropped to the floor as the second guard hit him in the head.
“Thanks Uzi, shit… my leg.” He groaned as he started slowly pulling the knife out of his leg.
“N, don’t remove it, ouch.” Uzi said as she saw N remove it, blood kind of spraying out.
He groaned loudly and clutched his leg, “Damn he’s good, he said he was drunk too!”
“Must be an ex-military trying to rob her, but there’s no way he’s that good.”
“Should we kill him?”
“Leave him, we’ve got an asset to escort.”
And so Uzi helped N up and they walked away, well, Uzi did at least, supporting N with her arm. They left Z unconscious on the sidewalk.
About an hour or two later, a vehicle pulled up by Z’s body, the door opened as a disappointed individual stepped out, “Oh dear Misfit, what happened to you now?”