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The Next Step

Posted on 08 Aug 2018 @ 3:36pm by Police Detective Annie Ayers & Police Detective Steve Sawyer

Mission: The Admiral's Daughter
Location: Annie and Steve’s Room, Onyx Hotel
Timeline: MD-02

As soon as their suite room door clicked behind them, Annie let out a loud laugh in relief and unpinned her hat from her head and shook her hair out. “Oh my God, did you see that guy?!”

Adam was incredibly charming and good looking and made pretending a little bit easier for her but there was a certain level of greasiness that seeped from the man’s pores that made it easy for Annie to want to kick him in the nuts for what he’s doing to those innocent women.

She walked over into the bedroom where their luggage had been placed neatly next to their rather large bed and slipped her shoes off. “I don’t know what got him to agree more, though. Was it me or the potential earnings? Whatever it was there was literally no hesitation on his part.”

"It won't be as easy as you think," Steve replied, scanning the room. He flicked out a tricorder from his bag and ran a quick check for recording devices. "And be careful what you say, a group like this one likely monitors their rooms."

Annie chewed on her lower lip at her rookie slip-up. "Shit, you're right..." She then slipped back into her Layla cover and came back over to Steve and sat on the couch. After seeing how Adam had been looking at her the whole time, her stomach twisted up a bit in concern. "Hey, I have a question..." She waited for him to lock eyes with her. "How far are you going to let Adam go? I mean, I'm yours... right?" While they were masked under Layla's concerns about her pimp boyfriend bringing her back out into the workforce, Annie's concerns were incredibly genuine in regards to how her partner was going to handle her.

Surprised, he turned sharply to face her. It was hard to tell whether the question was in-character or not. Hesitation crossed his face as he looked for the words. "We're here to do a job." He couldn't say a lot more than that. Of course he was worried for her, and needed to protect her as much as he needed her to protect him. Yet at the same time this was a dark business and there were shades of grey at work. "We do what we came here to do, do you understand?"

Annie's eyes remained glued to him. All she could do was think about wanting to run back into the safety of Phil's arms. "You didn't answer my question. How far are you going to let him go with me?"

He broke the eye contact, turning away again. "That's not really up to me now, is it?" he responded quietly.

The lump in her throat began forming as she began seeing Steve's hesitation. "Technically it is..." Annie tried to keep her voice as calm and neutral as possible but it was proving to be rather difficult the longer he avoided answering her question. "Being both your girlfriend and your product sample you have control over his actions towards me. Now answer my question, please. I need to know. Are you going to protect me?"

"Protect you?" he echoed, looking back over his shoulder. "Do you even need to ask me that? When did I give you the impression I wasn't going to protect...our interests..." he used the last couple of words for emphasis, trying to help her understand that he was talking about her as a person but give the impression that he was being selfish to anyone that might be listening in.

Annie stood up. "I do need to know, Steve. I don't want to be caught off guard if you decide to offer up my.. services... to him." She headed back to their bedroom and began unzipping out of her dress to get into something a bit more comfortable while they waited for their date with Adam. "While we're on the subject, how far are you going to go with me in front of them?"

His tricorder beeped an all-clear. Steve felt his shoulders relax a little as he moved to stand in the doorway to her room with his back to her. "Nobody's doing anything they don't want to do, okay?" he said softly, but loud enough for her to hear. "You do what you feel capable of, nothing more, Annie. Same as me."

Annie nodded with relief as she pulled on a black tank top and denim shorts. "I understand we have to maintain a certain level of cover, but I don't want things to get too far, you know?" She walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and gave him a strong and confident hug. "You'll probably be too busy eyeing those girls, anyway." She poked at his waist before moving back into the living room.

The hug was a nice, relieving gesture. "My eyes were on you the whole time," he replied, before pausing. "Uh, what I mean is, I'm focussed on protecting your assets...our asset..." He shook his head. "Damn, spend too much time in this place and it starts to play with your head."

Annie laughed as she sat on the couch and ran her fingers over the soft black material of it. "I can see why Mr. Cross has been so successful here. The amount of time and detail he put into the facade, both of himself and of this business, makes it feel like you've fallen into The Looking Glass. It's like this is his personal fantasy." She looked back over at Steve. "So, what next? Did you want to walk around the hotel before we head out to the club, see if maybe we run into Matt and Waters? Or did you want to lay low for now?"

"We should keep up appearances around the place; do as Cross suggested and enjoy the facilities - and be seen doing it. Add more evidence to our supposed roles here," he suggested.

Annie gave him a shrug. "Couldn't hurt to take a swim and have a cocktail by the pool, right?" She twisted her hair up into a messy bun. "Gotta show off our assets." She laughed and headed back into the bedroom to change out into one of the few bikinis she had packed for the occasion. The woman was clearly having too much fun with her different identity. It was someone she would have never imagined becoming or ever thought she was capable of portraying. Somehow Layla had given her the confidence to do what she needed to do to get the job done.

"Try not to have too much fun..." he sighed, an amused expression crossing his face.

 

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