093. Search and Destroy
Feb. 1st, 2010 11:45 amtitle: Search and Destroy
word count: 200
fandom: Veronica Mars
challenge: #93 - mistaken identity
notes: my first drabble on the community!
“Surveillance only, my ass,” Faith muttered, and stubbed out her cigarette.
Across the street, a petite blonde was picking the lock on an office building, the same one that Faith had been watching all night.
She hadn’t seen a face, but there was only one nosy blonde who’d be breaking into a supernatural corporation in Southern California. And she couldn’t let Buffy horn in on her job.
Faith followed a trail of soft noises and a flickering flashlight beam to a nice corner office. She opened the door, and for a moment she saw just what she was expecting -- a little blonde, rifling through a file cabinet with a camera ready to record the evidence.
Then the girl looked up, and she wasn’t Buffy at all.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m a private investigator hired--“ Unbelievable. She was gonna try to talk her way out of this.
“FREEZE!” The voice was too deep to be human. “SECURITY.”
“I got this one,” Faith said to the girl. “We’ll talk later.”
“Deal,” said the blonde, picking up her camera as Faith pulled her knife and went after the security troll.
This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
word count: 200
fandom: Veronica Mars
challenge: #93 - mistaken identity
notes: my first drabble on the community!
“Surveillance only, my ass,” Faith muttered, and stubbed out her cigarette.
Across the street, a petite blonde was picking the lock on an office building, the same one that Faith had been watching all night.
She hadn’t seen a face, but there was only one nosy blonde who’d be breaking into a supernatural corporation in Southern California. And she couldn’t let Buffy horn in on her job.
Faith followed a trail of soft noises and a flickering flashlight beam to a nice corner office. She opened the door, and for a moment she saw just what she was expecting -- a little blonde, rifling through a file cabinet with a camera ready to record the evidence.
Then the girl looked up, and she wasn’t Buffy at all.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m a private investigator hired--“ Unbelievable. She was gonna try to talk her way out of this.
“FREEZE!” The voice was too deep to be human. “SECURITY.”
“I got this one,” Faith said to the girl. “We’ll talk later.”
“Deal,” said the blonde, picking up her camera as Faith pulled her knife and went after the security troll.
This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
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