"Alllright, well you know your stuff will come in late. I already served you your appetizer so you can eat that. I'll check on you if I don't forget," He sighed, running a hand through his brown hair and walking back into the kitchens.
“Well, I consider that to be a success, don’t you?” Ava grins down to Kreja. The dog wags his tail at her but doesn’t lift her head. Since this could be awhile, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a newspaper that she swiped from some idiot earlier this morning. As she reads, she munches absentmindedly on her shrimp.
Cameron checked on his orders and started cooking on the flat stove he just had installed, glad he didn't have to use pans anymore. He hummed softly as he cooked egg, pancake and bacon all at once as people trickled in for either breakfast or brunch. Soon Cameron found himself making all kinds of things, and dishing them out quickly after having a couple of his sous chefs check on them.
Ava reads contently for a few minutes until she spots something surprising. It’s an article about her. Reading it quickly, she discovers that it’s almost the one year anniversary of her death and her family is doing one of those latern releasing sessions in the park. All of the blood drains from her face when she discovers the big picture of herself attached to the article. Shoving the paper into her bag, she throws from money onto the table before hurrying out of the rest, Kreja right behind her. She needs to lay low for a little while.
Cameron finally decided he had enough time to check on his customer and walked out to find her table abandoned. He grunted and grabbed up her money and dishes, shrugging it off before turning back to the kitchen.
"Oi, boss!" Greeted one of his chefs, who was taking a break and reading the newspaper. "Remember that one case of the girl who died? And her body was never found?"
"Er… yeah? What about it?" He asked as he plopped the dishes into the sink.
"Apparently its her one-year anniversay. Of her death, of course. They'll be releasing lanterns. Come look!"
Ava races through the streets of the city, not stopping until she’s safely inside of the tower. She leans up against the wall and slides down to the floor, breathing heavily. “Fuck,” She murmurs, panic overwhelming her. Since her family is so well known, she really shouldn’t be surprised by all of this but she still is. After being out of their lives for a year, she thought that she would be safe. Burying her face in her hands, she forces herself to take a few deep breaths. She can get through this, she has to. Kreja lays down beside her, sending her stress.
Cameron walked over and peered over his chef's shoulders, raising his eyebrows at the picture of the girl. Ava, huh? Suspicious. You're supposed to be dead.
"Weird. Anyway, get back to work, yeah?" He patted the chef's back and walked back over to his stove, though his mind was set off into gear. Strange… so strange…
With trembling hands, Ava reaches back into the bag and pulls out the newspaper. The picture of her own smiling face greets her. Forcing herself to calm down, she reads the article. The article itself is nice, talking highly of her and making sure to highlight the achievements of Octavia Penelope Lacerta. Everything has been greatly exaggerated but she supposes that she can’t complain. She breaks down when she gets to the section that her brother wrote. A sob escapes from her mouth as she reads. She only gets halfway through it before she has to stop. She can’t torture herself like this. Forgetting about them is the only way to survive.
Octavia Penelope Lacerta… Such a dorky name. But she signed Ava on the receipt for her last meal. Huh… He shrugged her out of his mind and continued cooking, dishing out meaks with soft hums, wiggling on his feet.
Ava wipes away her tears and pulls herself together. Crying like a baby isn’t going to get her anywhere. She stands up and crosses the room to the table. Right now she just needs to focus on her next target. She can’t afford to be distracted or she’ll miss her chance to take this scumbag out.
Cameron shook the thoughts away for the second time, sighing. He needed to focus. He went still and tossed some shrimp with butter and spices, serving them. As he went to scrape his stove, his thoughts went back to her.
How is she alive? Is she faking it? Over a family like that?
After going over the file, Ava grabs her black and dark red leather outfit and changes into it. "Are you ready to go?" She asks Kreja, wanting the dog with her for this. It's a special operation. She needs to get going soon. The target lives on the other side of the city and she needs to be there before he leaves to go to the bar.
Cameron trashed the scrapings and went back to cooking on the clean stove. He mulled oer his shrimp, moving his deft fingers skillfully. He swayed back and forth, heard a "Boss!" from a sous chef, and stopped. When he swayed, he started to get distracted.
Ava gathers up a few weapons and carefully tucks them all away. "Let's go," She tells Kreja before opening the trap door and starting to climb down the stairs. Since it's still light outside, she's going to have to be a lot more careful than usual. The chance of getting caught is a lot higher without the cover of darkness.
(Should we do a skip and have them meet up?)
(Let's skip, sorry I didn't respond right away.)
(Don't worry about it! Do you want to start or should I?)
(Could you?)
(Sure!)
(Thanks!)
Ava crouches down on a roof, watching the house across the street. Rather than her usual preference of a knife, she's opted to go for a gun. This target is part of gang who's members are highly trained. She doesn't want to take a risk when she doesn't have to, hence the gun. Glancing up at the darkening sky, she takes a deep breath. Today has been crazy but she knows that she needs to focus. If she's not in the right mindset she could make a mistake and that's just not an option.
(So wait hollld on. Should Cam be targeting the same group of people?)
(Yeah, that makes sense.)
Cameron was stretched out and set up on a different building this time, one quite close to where the other brooding sniperess was. He didn't see her, for he was keeping his gaze carefully down on the ground, hitching his rifle to hold it better. It was quite uncomfortable to hold it practically upside down, while ready to shoot. In case it started to slip, Cameron had his pistol at the ready on his left side. He would most definitely want to be safe than sorry.
Ava stays perfectly still, not wanting to risk getting caught. Lucky for her, the sun has finally set and coated the city in darkness, save for the streetlights of course. She doesn’t have to wait much longer. Only a few more minutes pass before her target emerges from the safety of his home. She wastes no time before she lines up the perfect shot. The man steps onto the sidewalk and she squeezes the trigger. A bullet propels from the gun and whips across the street, heading straight for the man’s head. It’s a perfect kill shot.
Cameron heard a gunshot from nearby and sat up, going stock still as he listened for another. Nothing. He picked up his things and crossed onto the other building messily (lack of speed, therefore a scramble for the big man), barely catching himself before haring across the area to where the gunshot was, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
Ava watches with satisfaction as the man drops dead the the group. After watching for a moment to make sure that he stays down, she quickly gathers up things and leaps to her feet. Time to get the hell out of dodge. She starts to sprint acorss the building before leaping off the edge and landing on the roof next door. Glancing over her shoulder, she checks to make sure that no one is following her. One can never be overly careful in her line of work.
(Hello?)
(Sorry! I'm here now, I promise I haven't been evading this, lol. I just haven't had any ideas how to respond nor the time.)
(It's all good! Life can get pretty busy, can't it? Lol)
