Thread: In Secure Relations (Cordelia x AlluringEnigma)

You might as well come out, Rivera. Its over. Hah! I aint caught till Im caught, pendejo came the confident reply from behind the door. From the looks of things, Rivera was dug in there like a tick. He was most certainly armed. Getting him wasnt going to be the issue Olivia Henson was flanked by 4 officers on either side of her. The issues was his impending death from a full-frontal assault, and the officers he would drag down with him. She let out a frustrated sigh. She had plans for the night, and this was shaping up to be a standoff that could last for hours. Olivia had wanted to go home and beautify herself. After all, the messy and tangled situation that she called her hair at the moment was hardly a panty-peeler. Olivia thought back to Riveras case file. He was a mid-level tough man, though he had only recently crossed the line from racketeering and into murder. He knew he was likely looking at life, especially after his history, and she knew that. Olivia suddenly remembered one of the smaller details from his file and seized on it. What about your family, Rivera? You think theyre going to get to keep your money? An eerie silence followed the question, cutting through the tension in the air, a curveball that Rivera was clearly not ready for. I dont know! he shouted in response, as if verbalizing his own uncertainty would lead to some sort of resolution. Olivia seized on his moment of indecision, pushing forward with her line of thinking as she saw the cracks beginning to show in Riveras resolve. We can work something out for them Rivera. We dont have to seize all the money if you cooperate with us. Just come out the building with your hands up and well talk. Olivia brushed a stray strand of blonde-tinged brunette hair out of her eyes, hands on her hips as she negotiated. Another long pause followed the terse exchange, followed by another hesitant question. What sort of cooperation? I need names, Rivera. You dont go after someone like that on your own initiative. We know youre working with someone. Names, addresses, associates, anything you can offer she called back with, confident she had him where she wanted him. No can do, pendejo came the reply this time. Unlike the last couple exchanges, it was confident and quick, as if he knew there was no real decision for him. The suddenness of the answer took Olivia back. Cooperation was usually the easiest thing to get from criminals. They were inherently selfish creatures, after all, and she had more than enough bargaining power to entice him. Why not?! came the sudden and knee-jerk reply, as if she was a child who had been told no. Because theres nothing you can offer thats going to stop them, pendejo came the reply. This time she noted a hint of fear in his tone, though it was clearly not from her and her officers. I dont know what you mean? she asked, puzzled by the whole exchange now. There are a lot more powerful people out there than you, detective whateveryournameis he called out, with a morbid laugh at the end. Then, without warning, the door burst open, River coming through with it, guns blazing. Olivia rolled to the side, behind one of the police cars. River himself, a tall and bulky Latino, didnt seem to be aiming at anything in particular it seemed instead that he was intent on not being captured alive. His wish was swiftly granted, it only took one round of firing from her armed escort for the man to fall to the ground, blood pooling on the sidewalk. Dammit she cursed under her breath. They had caught their man, but it felt more like they had severed a head from a hydra. Olivia sighed, leaving the scene in the hands of forensics. She pulled out her cell phone and called up the Chief. Hey, we got Rivera. Alive? crackled out the stern voice, hoarse from years in the Force. No. Fucker came out guns blazing. Wasnt going to be taken alive came her reply, a slight quaver in her voice. She had been a Detective for a few years now, and the Chief still intimidated her. Damn. Hopefully he left something behind to link him up with his boss. They both knew that this was a fantasy, but it was one theyd rather maintain until it was shattered. Yes sir. Before you go, Ive got another case I want to tell you about. Itll be your new assignment going forward came the abrupt command, his voice deepening a little, clear perturbation detectable in his voice. Yes sir? she replied, leaning against the brick wall, closing her eyes to focus on the details of the case. You ever heard of Retro Print Company? came his reply. No sir? she asked questioningly, unsure where this was going. Me neither. Well, the owner of it was killed in a huge blaze just now. Our boys are examining the scene for arson, but I can already tell you this one doesnt look right. He intoned gruffly, his matter-of-fact way of speaking seemingly adding reliability to his statements. Whys that, sir? she asked, humoring him. She valued his hunches of course, they were more often than not right, but she knew he enjoyed when his subordinates played particularly dumb and asked for an answer, rather than trying to suss it out for themselves. Retro Print Company, from what Ive seen, has the same profit every quarter, like clockwork. No one Ive ever met has ever done business there. Not to mention the fact that this man somehow dies in the fire without even attempting to call 911. It doesnt add up. Hell, if were lucky its connected to Rivera. Olivia nodded to herself, responding Alright, sir. Ill send my usual hooks out, see what I can get over the weekend. Sounds good, Henson. Take care. He replied gruffly. It didnt sound like much, but coming from him, he may as well have gotten on one knee and proposed. Olivia hung up the phone and hopped into her unmarked, police cruiser. She drove home to her nearby apartment, rushing up the stairs. She only had an hour or so to get ready for the night, and as a result she stripped off her uniform wholly the second she entered her apartment. Olivia rushed over to the shower, starting it up and getting the hot water running. She admired herself in the mirror for a second, her curves tight and her body toned from her daily workouts. Her hair hung at shoulder length, and her grey-ish pupils carried a sort of wisdom for someone only 28 years old. Her breasts werent overly large, but they filled out her body well, and her rear was as toned as the rest of her. Without another second to waste, she jumped into the shower, scrubbing away the dirt and grime from a day of work. By the time she had hopped out of the shower, she only had about half an hour left before she would have to leave in order to be on time, and as a result, Olivia hurried to her small walk-in closet. She had decided to go for something exciting for her first date she figured there was nothing to lose after all. She donned a pair of 2 inch heels, black and not overly-fancy in their make. She then donned a long, black dress that had frills that hung freely off it, as well as matching set of lacy lingerie. Despite the loose-looking fit, it was still designed to cling to her body, almost like a cocktail dress, and thus it still showed off her body off. None of that was to mention the plunging neckline, which showed more than enough to tantalize any onlooker. She left her hair alone, she had dyed it to avoid ever having to fuck around with braids and the like, before applying a light coat of makeup, and a heavy smear of cherry-red lipstick, and continuing on to the door. She grabbed her keys and her purse, as well as a small stack of sugar packets at the door. She had planned on putting them into some sort of gift wrapping, but time had gotten away from her and she was instead forced to just haphazardly shove them into her purse. Luckily for Olivia, she knew the address and didnt have to fuck around with the idea of getting lost en route. She arrived with a literal minute to spare, rushing into the restaurant with a huff, slightly out of breath from her somewhat-far parking spot. She spied her date at a private little table towards the corner of the restaurant and headed over, an apologetic smile on her face. Im sorry I kept you waiting, Joesphine. Work went late and all that! Her eyes lingered on the stunning redhead for a moment as she went to sit down. Shes even more gorgeous than at the coffee shop she thought to herself, before her eyes noticed the gift bag on the table. Oh, you got me a gift? then the realization dawned on her Oh god, did we both have the same idea? Olivia reached into her purse, which now sat on the floor next to her, and pulled out a handful of sugar packets. You outdid me she laughed with an incorrigible smile. Were adorable she added, her eyes alight in the eatery. Could things really be this perfect?