Angst Bingo - Combat Scenario
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theroadhouseTitle: Raising the Stakes
Author:telaryn
Word Count: 959
Fandom: Leverage/BTVS
Characters: Sophie, Hardison, Parker, OMC
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: When Nate, Eliot and Faith are kidnapped, it falls to Sophie to mastermind a rescue.
Author's Note: Written forangst_bingo's Round 3, for the prompt "combat scenarios". errant_evermore requested Sophie as the focus of this prompt. I'm not sure what resulted is anywhere near what she was anticipating, but hopefully it works nonetheless.
Gone… Eliot and Faith had been the first to disappear. Nate had been nearly beside himself with worry – he and Hardison had been awake for nearly two days searching for them.
Then Nate had vanished. Hardison had blamed himself for nearly a day – it had taken both Parker and Sophie to convince him that catching a couple hours of sleep hadn’t been an act of betrayal. “You’re the only one who can find him, Hardison,” she said, as the hacker settled back to work.
“No pressure,” he muttered, his fingers dancing across his keyboard. Windows of text flew across the wall monitors faster than Sophie could follow.
“Did Nate say anything before he went missing?” Parker asked, once Sophie had turned her back on the blur of information.
“Not to me,” Sophie admitted. “Hardison? Had the two of you narrowed your search for Eliot and Faith at all?”
The young man made a noise of assent. “Nate was pretty sure Faith’s bio-daddy was behind their disappearance. He had me digging into old Georgie’s past associations, both in and out of witness protection.”
“That means the O’Hares,” Sophie said, considering Nate’s historically volatile relationship with one of the three mob families that ruled South Boston.
“Brigid O’Hare hates him,” Parker said, before Sophie had a chance to point it out.
“And we pretty much hate her,” Hardison chimed in, “so that puts her at the top of my list, ladies.” Sensing that the nausea inducing blur of information was over, Sophie turned to see a full screen display of everything Hardison could find on the O’Hare family, dominated by a picture of one Brigid O’Hare – the power behind their very large throne.
“How are we playing this?” Hardison asked, looking up at Sophie.
Her mind was racing. Ordinarily she would have quailed at the idea of brainstorming an operation like this on the fly, but there was too much at stake. “Combination platter,” she said finally. “Parker’ll handle covert surveillance. I want to know every inch of the O’Hare stronghold before we go in there. If our people are being held on site, tell me that. If they’re not, I expect you to find that out too.”
“And what are you going to be doing while we’re committing a felony on their Casa Familigia?” Hardison asked.
Sophie fixed her eyes on the picture of Brigid O’Hare. “I’m getting us some back-up.”
***********************
Eliot would have had a lot to say about her meeting Seamus McTeague without any backup. Nate too, Sophie had to allow, as she sipped her tea and watched The McTeague’s grandson enter the coffee shop she’d designated for their rendezvous. Seamus was a handsome young man in his early thirties, with a thick shock of reddish-gold hair, and blue eyes that were usually open and friendly – concealing the fact that he was enforcer for one of the three families that ruled Boston’s South End. The McTeagues were the most direct business competition the O’Hare family had.
After diverting to get himself a drink, Seamus made his way directly to her table. “Ms. Devereaux,” he said cautiously, slipping into the chair opposite her.
One second was all she needed. “You know why I asked for this meeting.”
Seamus shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “You’ve been at Nathan’s side long enough to know how this works, Ms. Devereaux. Before he was even taken, half the boys on this side of town knew it was in the wind and who was settin’ it up.”
“Including you?” Sophie asked, suddenly unsure whether or not she’d made a mistake.
“We have a treaty with your crew,” Seamus said, “and Grandda is determined that we shall honor it to the letter.”
Sophie scowled. “Which means that you won’t come to our aid until we ask, am I right?”
He favored her with a small, self-deprecating smile. “And I assume this invitation is you asking?”
She set her tea down. “I am. I have my people doing all necessary reconnaissance, but I’d be foolish to go in there and demand our people back without the numbers and the strength to back up what I’m saying. Even if I could convince her to give Nate back, The O’Hare has no reason to give up her hold on Eliot and Faith.”
She didn’t miss the shadow on Seamus’ expression at the mention of Faith. It was common knowledge that he was interested in Nate’s daughter, although he accepted that she did not return his feelings. “If it were me,” he said darkly, “I wouldn’t risk Nate Ford’s wrath if any harm came to either of them.”
They sat in silence for several moments, then Seamus went on, “When you’re ready to move, send word. I’ll go in at your side, with my dozen best men at our back. It should be enough of a show of force to get the job done.”
“I do the talking,” Sophie said. She needed to make sure that Brigid O’Hare understood who was marching into her living room and making demands of her. This was as much a game of subtlety as force, and she didn’t want them to lose anymore face than necessary by having to go another family for help.
Her demand amused Seamus. “Your reputation precedes you, Ms. Devereaux. Aside from the political ramifications, I wouldn’t dare step in on a master of her craft.”
They sat talking for the better part of an hour, sharing theories and strategies and making small talk, until Seamus noted that he needed to report to his grandfather. “Can I get you anything else in the meantime?” he asked, getting to his feet.
Sophie’s heart was pounding, but her voice was steady as she said, “I need a gun.”
Author:
telarynWord Count: 959
Fandom: Leverage/BTVS
Characters: Sophie, Hardison, Parker, OMC
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: When Nate, Eliot and Faith are kidnapped, it falls to Sophie to mastermind a rescue.
Author's Note: Written for
angst_bingo's Round 3, for the prompt "combat scenarios". errant_evermore requested Sophie as the focus of this prompt. I'm not sure what resulted is anywhere near what she was anticipating, but hopefully it works nonetheless.Gone… Eliot and Faith had been the first to disappear. Nate had been nearly beside himself with worry – he and Hardison had been awake for nearly two days searching for them.
Then Nate had vanished. Hardison had blamed himself for nearly a day – it had taken both Parker and Sophie to convince him that catching a couple hours of sleep hadn’t been an act of betrayal. “You’re the only one who can find him, Hardison,” she said, as the hacker settled back to work.
“No pressure,” he muttered, his fingers dancing across his keyboard. Windows of text flew across the wall monitors faster than Sophie could follow.
“Did Nate say anything before he went missing?” Parker asked, once Sophie had turned her back on the blur of information.
“Not to me,” Sophie admitted. “Hardison? Had the two of you narrowed your search for Eliot and Faith at all?”
The young man made a noise of assent. “Nate was pretty sure Faith’s bio-daddy was behind their disappearance. He had me digging into old Georgie’s past associations, both in and out of witness protection.”
“That means the O’Hares,” Sophie said, considering Nate’s historically volatile relationship with one of the three mob families that ruled South Boston.
“Brigid O’Hare hates him,” Parker said, before Sophie had a chance to point it out.
“And we pretty much hate her,” Hardison chimed in, “so that puts her at the top of my list, ladies.” Sensing that the nausea inducing blur of information was over, Sophie turned to see a full screen display of everything Hardison could find on the O’Hare family, dominated by a picture of one Brigid O’Hare – the power behind their very large throne.
“How are we playing this?” Hardison asked, looking up at Sophie.
Her mind was racing. Ordinarily she would have quailed at the idea of brainstorming an operation like this on the fly, but there was too much at stake. “Combination platter,” she said finally. “Parker’ll handle covert surveillance. I want to know every inch of the O’Hare stronghold before we go in there. If our people are being held on site, tell me that. If they’re not, I expect you to find that out too.”
“And what are you going to be doing while we’re committing a felony on their Casa Familigia?” Hardison asked.
Sophie fixed her eyes on the picture of Brigid O’Hare. “I’m getting us some back-up.”
***********************
Eliot would have had a lot to say about her meeting Seamus McTeague without any backup. Nate too, Sophie had to allow, as she sipped her tea and watched The McTeague’s grandson enter the coffee shop she’d designated for their rendezvous. Seamus was a handsome young man in his early thirties, with a thick shock of reddish-gold hair, and blue eyes that were usually open and friendly – concealing the fact that he was enforcer for one of the three families that ruled Boston’s South End. The McTeagues were the most direct business competition the O’Hare family had.
After diverting to get himself a drink, Seamus made his way directly to her table. “Ms. Devereaux,” he said cautiously, slipping into the chair opposite her.
One second was all she needed. “You know why I asked for this meeting.”
Seamus shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “You’ve been at Nathan’s side long enough to know how this works, Ms. Devereaux. Before he was even taken, half the boys on this side of town knew it was in the wind and who was settin’ it up.”
“Including you?” Sophie asked, suddenly unsure whether or not she’d made a mistake.
“We have a treaty with your crew,” Seamus said, “and Grandda is determined that we shall honor it to the letter.”
Sophie scowled. “Which means that you won’t come to our aid until we ask, am I right?”
He favored her with a small, self-deprecating smile. “And I assume this invitation is you asking?”
She set her tea down. “I am. I have my people doing all necessary reconnaissance, but I’d be foolish to go in there and demand our people back without the numbers and the strength to back up what I’m saying. Even if I could convince her to give Nate back, The O’Hare has no reason to give up her hold on Eliot and Faith.”
She didn’t miss the shadow on Seamus’ expression at the mention of Faith. It was common knowledge that he was interested in Nate’s daughter, although he accepted that she did not return his feelings. “If it were me,” he said darkly, “I wouldn’t risk Nate Ford’s wrath if any harm came to either of them.”
They sat in silence for several moments, then Seamus went on, “When you’re ready to move, send word. I’ll go in at your side, with my dozen best men at our back. It should be enough of a show of force to get the job done.”
“I do the talking,” Sophie said. She needed to make sure that Brigid O’Hare understood who was marching into her living room and making demands of her. This was as much a game of subtlety as force, and she didn’t want them to lose anymore face than necessary by having to go another family for help.
Her demand amused Seamus. “Your reputation precedes you, Ms. Devereaux. Aside from the political ramifications, I wouldn’t dare step in on a master of her craft.”
They sat talking for the better part of an hour, sharing theories and strategies and making small talk, until Seamus noted that he needed to report to his grandfather. “Can I get you anything else in the meantime?” he asked, getting to his feet.
Sophie’s heart was pounding, but her voice was steady as she said, “I need a gun.”
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Date: 2012-08-10 02:11 pm (UTC)