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Seven was packing the things in the car before they would be on their way to the hotel that the target was staying at. First, Seven would get them into the room posing as a maid, and then gather the information from the target’s laptop. Vanderwood was just the backup again. He much preferred this to doing hits. However, the redhead was insisting on dressing up as a female maid. Ever since that first time that he’d dressed up for a mission and managed to trick Vanderwood, this just seemed like Seven’s new ‘thing’.
“Hey, remember that one time, Mary…” Vanderwood’s eyebrow twitched as his hand went to remove his taser from its hooked position on his leg. The leather straps had flicked away easily, Vanderwood pushing away from the car with his hip to lock eyes with the eccentric younger man. Seven raised his hands, just a flicker of fear under the amused smile. “Nevermind, forget it.” He definitely remembered. It wasn’t that anything had happened. All he’d done was walk into the hallway Vanderwood had been waiting in, but he’d let Vanderwood hit on him. It had taken ages for Vanderwood to wash the revolting feeling off of his skin. It was like he’d hit on his brother and that was just, no. So much no.
Vanderwood just wanted some peace and quiet as they were driving, but that didn’t seem like something Seven was going to allow. The redhead was already putting on his long red wig, and Vanderwood was just trying to pretend that the kid wasn’t already in his maid’s dress. Seven made a convincing woman, and that was irritating as all Hell. Not that it had any effect on Vanderwood now other than making him want to jump out of the moving vehicle in irritation.
His hands tensed on the steering wheel as soon as Seven started talking in his ‘female voice,’ and it wasn’t long before his eyebrow was twitching again. “I brought you an outfit too!” Seven held it up cheerily before giving Vanderwood a wink and sticking his tongue out at the brunet. “See, we can be matching! Just in case we need to run.”
God. Vanderwood was so thankful he had more sense than to grab the little idiot right now, because otherwise they’d be in the ditch or have crashed into one of the other vehicles on the road. “I will not be wearing that. Today or any other day. Throw it out the window.” He glanced over at the redhead with as serious a glare as he could muster, which was a pretty serious death glare. Seven just laughed and tucked the dress into his ‘purse.’ Vanderwood could feel his muscles clenching. Oh good. Irritation before a mission was just his favorite thing.
Now the redhead was just laughing harder. “You’d make a very convincing woman, Mary.” Vanderwood bit his tongue and took a deep breath before replying, his jaw clenched rather painfully. “At 6′ and as much as I work out. Sure. Very convincing.” The redhead wasn’t going to stop laughing, and Vanderwood’s eyebrow wasn’t stopping its twitching anytime soon.
At least once they got to the hotel, Seven had gotten serious. Vanderwood was leaning his head back against the wall outside of the hotel room now. It wouldn’t be long before the redhead came out of the room with the information they needed. The agency’s newest virus would be used to clear out the laptop after Seven was done too.
After hours of going over just how crucial it was that they make sure to remember to bring the flashdrive containing the virus back, Vanderwood was going to be damn happy if it ended up not working. It was just an added liability on the agency’s part the way they currently had it set up. After all the hours Vanderwood had spent watching Seven in his computer classes at college, he was certain that there was some better way to put the virus into use, although what way eluded him.
Seven stuck his head out of the door again just as Vanderwood was about to see what was taking so long. Their file extractors were even faster than anyone else’s thanks to Seven’s genius abilities with computers and engineering. “Got it?” The redhead nodded, his wig staying on perfectly. How he had gotten so good at dress up was no mystery because now Seven did it all the damn time. Vanderwood bit his tongue and motioned with his head that they should get out of there. His eyes swept the hotel hallway again before he walked off in his designated direction. Seven would act as a maid for another couple of rooms downstairs near the exit before Vanderwood would join him after having a drink at the hotel bar. Nice and simple, quick in, quick out.
“What do you mean you left the virus there?” Yup. Vanderwood was pissed. In fact, it felt like there was so much bunched up energy in his body that it needed an escape. That liability, it really was one. A major one. “I’ll be down in a second.” It would have been much more satisfying hanging up if he still had a flip phone. Fuck. Now he had to go back up to the room and get it out. At least he could take care of it himself.
The hallway was still quiet. After listening at the door and ascertaining that no one was inside, Vanderwood used one of the hotel keys they’d stolen from one of the real maids to enter the room. The flash drive was sitting so nicely in the guy’s laptop, it was a wonder that the redheaded idiot could have forgotten it, but there wasn’t time to think about it right now.
As soon as Vanderwood had grabbed the drive, the hotel door opened. The target was standing there in shock with a bodyguard. Fan-fucking-tastic. “Hey, you there! What are you doing with my laptop?” Fucking a. Vanderwood grabbed his taser, noticing quickly that the bodyguard was only carrying close range weapons, a police stick actually. He snorted softly as he straightened his shoulders. “I was just-” and then he moved. Seven had higher advantage in the speed department, but against a similarly burly opponent, Vanderwood wasn’t so bad. His taser made contact with the man’s stomach, making him fall back in shock. Now Vanderwood was running off with the target screaming out after him. “Stop that man!”
By the time Vanderwood had made it down the stairs to the maintenance room rendezvous, there were hotel staff everywhere. Hell, it was a miracle he’d even made it to the maintenance room. His heart was racing and he was actually out of breath, but as soon as he saw the redhead, that desire to punch him in the gut was back. “You ass! How the Hell am I supposed to get out of here now with the place swarming with staff?” Even though he was absolutely pissed, Vanderwood kept his voice quiet, whisper yelling.
The snicker that escaped the redhead made Vanderwood’s eyebrow go absolutely insane. “What? What. Is. So. Funny.” It took Seven a couple of minutes to completely bite back the uproarious laughter that wanted to escape him. The brunet was really missing that serious attitude his partner usually had while working. Ever since that damn girl had joined Seven’s little club the redhead had gotten worse. Vanderwood was obviously missing out on the best joke ever. Except he wasn’t. Now Seven was pulling out that dress from earlier and held it out to the brunet. “You sure you’re never wearing a dress?”
Vanderwood wanted to punch something. Every muscle in his body was aching as he was driving them back home. The redhead was still laughing his ass off and still taking pictures. He’d even managed to get one selfie style and Vanderwood was seriously considering tasing the kid to death once they got back to the garage. “I’m going to kill you.”
Seven snickered and laughed some more, wiping tears away from his eyes. “Don’t worry Vanderwood. At least no one else will ever see them, right?” After shooting some more glares Seven’s way, nonverbally telling him ‘They better fucking not’ Vanderwood looked back out the window. As soon as he was home he was having a smoke and finding himself a hooker. At least that would be some revenge, since Seven hated when he had his women over, but Hell, Seven deserved it.
It was the redhead’s fault for never doing his work anymore that had made Vanderwood move in with him in the first place in favor of living with him again over being killed for not finishing assignments. The kid was going to put on his noise cancelling headphones anyway, and it was Seven’s fault that Vanderwood wasn’t able to relax. Vanderwood was going to delete this night from his memory, because this whole mission felt like one huge mistake.
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