Peacemakings. · Y/n story by @vqls

The Black Forest stretched around them, thick and suffocating. Moonlight filtered through the canopy in broken slivers, catching the glint of rifle barrels and the polished leather of tactical gear. Somewhere in the distance, an owl screeched.

Harcourt

adjusting her earpiece, voice a low whisper Movement at the north gate. Three targets. Goff family is taking their sweet time with dinner, apparently.

Clemson Murn

crouched low, binoculars pressed to his eyes They're not coming out. The patriarchy keeps them warm at night.

John Economos

sweating profusely, wiping his brow Can we focus? Please? I've got pine needles in places I didn't know I had places.

He shifted, the leaves crunching under his weight. Everyone froze. Silence. Then—

Leota Adebayo

deadpan John, you just signaled our position to every assassin within a two-mile radius.

John Economos

Sorry! I'm not used to being in the woods! I'm from Ohio!

Vigilante

louder than necessary This is so boring. Like, I get we're doing justice or whatever, but could we speed this up?

Peacemaker turned, the moonlight catching the silver eagle on his chest. His expression was unreadable beneath the helmet, but the annoyance radiated off him like heat.

Peacemaker

low, dangerous Do you have any idea how much I hate waiting?

Vigilante

mocking Oh nooo, Peacemaker hates waiting. Whatever will we do?

Peacemaker

Vigilante, I swear to God—

Harcourt

hissing Both of you shut the fuck up before I put a bullet in your kneecaps and tell command it was the Goffs.

A tense silence settled. Then, from behind a broad oak tree, she emerged.

Harcourt

exhaling sharply Finally. Where the hell have you been?

Viella fixed the strap slipping off her shoulder. Her eyes flicked across the group—landing on Vigilante, who had gone suspiciously still.

Vigilante

sat up straighter, voice pitched a little too casual Hey. Nice night for, uh... murder. Very... corset-y of you.

Leota Adebayo

muttering to herself Oh my God, he's down horrendous.