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Alright buckle your seatbelts ladies, gents, and they/thems also. This is gonna be a bumpy ride.
Your name is Control, and your job is to protect your team. No matter where the threat is coming from, no matter how big the threat is. You. Protect. Your. Team. Who is your team, you may ask? Well, I’ll tell you.
Drift - The team leader, the mastermind behind all of the plans, most likely the reason the entire crew isn’t dead yet. He’s the mechanic and resident consultant. When someone needs help, they come to him. From there he brings in the team, and they get to work.
Lady - The grifter, the con artist. The one who is making a way into a situation for the rest of the crew. Fluent in many languages and able to mimic any accent she hears, she is the perfect person to infiltrate a party and be the only one not leaving with criminal charges against her. She relies solely on information to tell her what to say to the mark.
Streak - If you need someone with sticky fingers, she’s your girl. It doesn’t matter where or when you need an item, whether it’s a high-security vault or a Winchester gun safe, nothing will stop her. She’s working on her grifting skills, but she’s not quite there yet. She is also known as the resident lawyer, if ever the need should arise.
Raceway - The fastest and probably most daring of the entire crew. The muscle. The fighter and racer. Often sides with Streak but will always defend what is right. Knows a few accents and is still trying. He’s also a deadshot and the go-to when the crew needs the word on the street.
There is one other character, but all you need to know is he’s a dog named Chaos.
This is Control’s crew. Her friends. Her family. The only things you need to know about Control is she’s the computer girl. She’s the hacker and intel gatherer, and she does her job well. They have only one true enemy, but I’ll save his story for another time.
Control, as she is aptly named, and her team, Drift, Lady, Raceway, and Streak, are hunted by the FBI, NSA, and just about every government lackey one could think of. Pennies, their code name of choice, always do their best to avoid them. But it's not always the easiest task.
Especially when helping others is the name of the game.
Call them what you wish. Con men, modern-day Robin Hoods, whatever you want. Just know they help those who have been robbed by robbing back. So, technically they're helping the law. Just not in the way they want it.
By the world's standards, Control is just another hacker. Sure, she spends most of her free time with computers and prefers the dark hours of the night, but she's much more than that. And when someone grabs her right out from under her team's noses, they're going to find out just what she can do.
🦖 Dinosaur-themed Writeblr Ask Game
New writeblr ask game: reblog to get dinosaurs and share passages from your WIP(s) 🦕
Megalosaurus - share an scene that begins a chapter/story arc/etc
Spinosaurus - share a scene that ends a chapter/story arc/etc
Therizinosaurus - share a scene that you’ve put a lot of work into
Parasaurolophus - share a scene where a character is/gets embarrassed or flustered
Triceratops - share a scene where one character is protecting or caring for another
Deinonychus - share a scene with banter
Allosaurus - share an action or combat scene
Stegosaurus - share a humorous scene
Troodon - share a scene that is really important to a character’s development
Brachiosaurus - share a sad or tragic scene
Velociraptor - share an ominous or scary scene
Iguanodon - share a character introduction scene
Gallimimus - share a happy or lighthearted scene
Pteranodon - share a peaceful scene
Maiasaura - share a scene full of love between characters (platonic, romantic, familial, or otherwise)
Ankylosaurus - share some of your favorite descriptive text
Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue
Carnotaurus - share a scene that contains some cool worldbuilding
T-rex - share a scene that you’re really proud of
Therizinosaurus - share a scene that you’ve put a lot of work into
This dino right here ^^^ IS NOT A PREDATOR. To whom all who have seen the Jurassic World: Dominion trailer or perhaps even the movie, this is the dino that hunted Claire. Yeah. The Wolverine-looking dino with the giant claws. IT IS A HERBIVORE!!! IT WOULD HAVE NOT KILLED THAT DEER FOR THE FUN OF IT OR EVEN HUNTED CLAIRE LIKE A PREDATOR!! THOSE CLAWS WERE USED TO PULL PLANTS INTO THEIR REACH.
The claws would have broken in a fight because of them being so fragile. AND they should’ve when that one fight happened. For those who have seen the movie, you know what fight I’m talking about.
Anyway… what you came here for… the scene that took me way too long to finish
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“Remember. No one goes anywhere near him when he arrives. We don’t want any suspicion. We’re going to let him come to us.” Marcus pressed in on the comm as subtlety as he could without bringing attention to himself.
“We heard you the first hundred times. I think we got it.” Control’s voice murmured. Marcus watched the steady flow of people entering the ballroom, searching for the man of the hour. He was barely listening to what the man next to him was saying, or the orchestra beginning to play a slow waltz.
“Excuse me miss,” An unfamiliar voice rang through the earpiece suddenly.
Control whipped around, relaxing when she realized who it was. The mark. “May I have this dance?”
She smiled brightly at him. “You may. And whom may I have the pleasure of dancing with?”
Someone choked on a drink.
“Ah. I am Jeremiah DeRudio. The fourth. And you are?”
“Charlotte. Lady Charlotte.” She gave before bowing in a curtsy.
Someone started coughing.
“Excuse me for one moment.” Marcus gave a polite smile to the man before walking away and out of sight.
That smile dropped as soon as he was alone. “What was that?” He growled at no one in particular.
“I have no clue. None in the slightest.” One agent responded.
“Luke, did you know about this?” Alex demanded.
A keyboard clacked for a few moments before he replied. “No I did not. I couldn’t of possibly known.”
“C’mon Luke. You know her and her tech better than the rest of us. How did you NOT know?”
“We talked for less than five minutes Alex!”
“Shut. Up.” Marcus hissed. They both fell quiet.
Laughter floated across the comm. Light, carefree.
“A Duchess? Forgive me for not realizing right away.”
“Oh, it’s quite alright. Most don’t notice. They become too snobbish to care.” The last few words were bitter.
“Wow. She sounds so sincere.” Alex whispered. Marcus, along with a few others, shushed him.
“And where was did you said you were from again?”
“London mostly. But I do love to travel.“ The small talk continued on as they danced, Control spinning her web into a trap faster than the pair spun across the floor. Creating the illusion of someone Mr. DeRudio could count on whenever he might need to. Which was another lie of course, but it was necessary. He was rich and powerful, and he used that to destroy whatever stood in his way. It was time for her to even out the scales.
Carnotaurus - share a scene that contains some cool worldbuilding
The phone rang within forty-eight hours, the screen flashing a blocked caller ID. It told Drift exactly who it was. And he wasn’t happy with answering in the slightest.
“What?” He snapped.
A voice on the other side chuckled. “Well, that’s no way to treat an old friend.”
“We are not friends in the slightest. Do you have the information I asked for?” Lady walked by the conference room at that exact moment. He motioned for her to join him. She took the phone from his ear and put it on speaker.
“-that’s just hurtful. And here I thought you reached out to me wanting to make peace.” Drift could practically see his menacing grin, his voice in venomous undertones.
“What are you trying to say?” Drift growled at the other. “I am not in the mood to play games. Especially not your kind.”
“Straight to business. I’ve always admired that about you, you know. Alright then, I’ve found her.”
He froze in his tracks. Lady’s eyes widened, whether from fear or astonishment, he couldn’t tell. Raceway appeared at their side, confusion etched across his face.
Drift took his eyes off the phone, whispering. “BURNOUT.” Raceway stared in shock, then in anger. “You-”
“Oh, stop panicking already. I don’t have her.”
All attention snapped back to the phone. “What do you mean, you don’t have her? Where is she?”
“She’s probably been moved by now, but if it will help you-”
“It will.” Drift snapped. Burnout had wasted too much time already.
“As I was saying before I was oh so rudely interrupted, I found her in D.C.. But you’re going to have to hire someone else to rescue her.” He muttered something else unintelligible under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Oh nothing… nothing that will be of concern to you.” A motorcycle roared to life through the phone.
“Why would I get someone else? You’re already there. Start giving me real answers. I’m getting tired of these kniving truths, Burnout.” Drift snapped before he had a second chance to think about it.
“It’s for the very same reason, my dear Drift, that you do not deal with other thieves. I don’t deal with the CIA.”
That would be the CHEAPEST vampire lure ever! It only costs $26.52 to make, give or take other materials. ALL the pennies used on that dress equals $26.52!
A Cocktail Dress Made Out of 2,652 Pennies
That would be the CHEAPEST vampire lure ever! It only costs $26.52 to make, give or take other materials. ALL the pennies used on that dress equals $26.52!
A Cocktail Dress Made Out of 2,652 Pennies