She was the one that never had to say a word, a glance from her would make any one question if they would live to see tomorrow.
He was known for his deadly sins, his bloody hands that never seemed to get clean.
When one meets the other, galaxies c...
ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ 3 ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ: ʰᵉˡˡʰᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ʷᵃʳᵉʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵃᵗʰᵉⁿᵃ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ... . . . The guitar strings felt and looked natural in Athena's hands. She smiled at the cold string under her fingertips.
She used to never touch instruments, reminding her of her family. But that was the reason she played now. The music reminded her of them. It wasn't painful anymore.
Memories are good, the good and the bad. Gen had told her once.
"Campfire tunes, sister?" Ford smiled as he sat down on the small cot.
Athena and Gen were the only members of the team that had her own room in the warehouse they called home.
The twins shared one, of course.
And much to Ford's dismay he bunked with Daniel.
She smiled at him and nodded.
Music made her feel like she was home. Like the world around her was insane. That there wasn't evil on every corner.
"Sammy mentioned something about a new mission. Said he didn't know all the details, but something out of state, as always." Ford sighed before flopping on his back.
Athena used her one hand not of the guitar to spell the word 'shit'. The team had only been home for less than a week.
Sometimes she hated this job.
"And Danny won't fucking stop talking."
Oh, that'd why he's in here.
Ford gave Athena the finger when she smirked at him. Athena knew he had a good heart. He just didn't like to show it as much. He didn't like to show that he cared for the team members. He didn't want them to know how much he did care.
Before Athena had time to reply, Samuel knocked on the door. "Meeting in the war room, 15 minutes."
The war room was, well, just that. The place where the team learned about the missions they would deal with. And the blood they would spill at the end of the day.
"Thanks Sammy!" Ford hollered after the man. "Let's go." He sighed as he rolled off the small cot.
"You're an old man at this point." Athena laughed when he tired to hit her with a shoe.
"Shut up, and move asswhipe."
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The rest of the team was already in the war room when the two arrived.
Timothy had his head buried in his computer screen, as always.
Gen was using his pocket knife to pick something out from under his fingernails. Grumbling about being woken up from his nap.
Grandpa.
Daniel had a spoon full on Mac & Cheese hanging from his mouth. He smiled at Athena sighing 'how are you?' as a peice of cheese fell from his chin.
Ford and Athena took their seats at the round table.
"Seven Blades." Samuel started. "Let's get ready for more illegal shit."
Seven Blades was the name of the Italian mob, so to say. They had a hand in everything. So why their name was coming up here? Athena had not a clue.
Seven brothers ran the show. They had government officials in their pockets. Drug dealers eating from their hands. And so much more.
"The Rossi family," Sammy was always professional, even when he rolled his eyes. "Need out services. And well, helping them will help us. The trafficking ring-"
The ring that the team had been trying to take down for the past four months. Killing runners when they came out of the shadows. Spilling their blood, and hunting for more to spill.
"-has been on their radar for months as well."
That was probably the only redeeming quality to the Rossi Brothers. They didn't play with human trafficking. Sure they might sell drugs, sell weapons, and murder people. But they didn't mess with kids, and they didn't like trafficking people.
"We have been hired to help. Or asked to help." More like some big shot told them to or they would all end up in jail.
Athena scoffed, she hated some things about this country. Dirty officials was one of the many reasons.
Big shots that just want extra pay, or extra time in office. Not bothering to look at who they step on.
Samuel glanced at her, he nodded at her.
"We leave for New York in the morning. We all," he glanced at Timothy, "will be going. We will be working with the Seven Blades until further notice."
"What the fuck?! Till further notice? Bullshit!" Athena sighed hastily.
"What do you mean ALL of us!?" Timothy shouted.
Ford just poured a bottle of whiskey in a cup. Not even protesting his discomfort and hatred for this idea.
"We are going to New York?!" Daniel seemed to be the only one happy about this arrangement.
"Daniel, you really don't like having a dick. Because you just keep getting on my nerves. More and more every God damn time you open your mouth."
