Arcane: Zaun Police Stories (Male Reader) - Daboyski123 (2024)

Chapter 1: Bios

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Chapter 2: Taxi Driver

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*A/N: Ey Lezgoooo, I'm writing this even though I have exams Lmaoooo, also my bad if they're abilities aren't that accurate, I don't really play LOL, I just like the characters. ps. my overwatch series are under revision srry.*

3rd-Person POV
Piltover, USA
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The sun rises from the east, giving light to the city of Piltover, the city of progress. It was voted as one of the most technologically advanced cities in the world as voted by the UN, second only to Tokyo. Only fitting for a thriving coastal city built on the cliffs above Zaun. With its location came success, riches, and advancements like none had ever seen.

Just below Piltover, was Zaun. A city bustling with crime. Zaun was quite a unique city when it came to geography as it was situated on the bottom of a canyon. Strange, yes, but that didn't stop human ingenuity from settling in with its skyscrapers and large buildings. Turning the once desolate canyon into a bustling city, with roads, highways, subways, infrastructure, retail, and etc. Though, due to its location and infrastructure, natural light had become hard to come by, leaving the city in an almost eternal darkness.

Almost.

Although, our protagonist lives in that undercity, he's not there this fine morning.

Near a local park in Piltover, a yellow taxi is parked on the side of the road. Inside, a man with H/L, H/C hair can be seen resting on the front passenger seat. His seat was adjusted so that he could lie down on it. He had a newspaper over his face, as if to cover him from the morning sunlight, though the car windows did have covers.

The man groaned as he began to awaken. He slowly pulled down the newspaper, revealing his E/C eyes as he groggily woke up. He took down the window cover of the window nearest to him as the sunlight entered the vehicle. The man groaned once again as the sunlight hit his eyes. He blinked a few more times before taking the newspaper off him and folding it neatly, placing it back into the car's compartment.

The man had bags below his eyes and a slight stuble on his chin. Although he looked like a morning zombie, he still looked quite young. Probably in his mid-20s. The man layed back down on the passenger seat, staring blankly into nothing. He took a deep breath and got out of the car, inhaling the morning air. He placed his hands on his lower back and stretched his back forwards.

???: "Ahh f*ck, I really shouldn't sleep in the car anymore." He complained as he stretched. Now standing, the man was about 6'0 tall and was fairly well built. The man took out his wallet, opening it to check for money. As he does so, something falls from it, his driver's license. On the license was the name 'L/N, Y/N' along with other pieces of information. He picked it up and placed it back into his wallet before once again checking for money.

Y/N: "...I spent almost all my money on rent...sh*t..." The man complained, before taking out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He took out one and placed it onto his lips, lighting it. He let out a puff of smoke as he thought about what to do for money. He stared at the morning horizon in thought.

Eventually, he finished smoking and stepped back into the vehicle. Airing it out so it wouldn't smell too bad inside. Now, his day begins. He turns on the radio, the taximeter, the gps, and other necessities as he heads out into the busy roads of piltover in search of passengers.

He finds one, then two, three, four, five, so on and so forth until the clock hits lunch. The first was an office worker. The fourth, a student too busy on his phone. The last was a scantily dressed woman crying. Y/N thought nothing of his passengers. Their lives weren't his business anyways...

...Y/N passed the woman some tissue from the front compartment. The woman grabs it and blows her nose on it as she continued to cry. 'I don't want her makeup on my seat...' Y/N thought to himself.

As he eventually arrived at the woman's destination, it had already become midday. Well, at least she gave him a tip, now he could actually get some nice lunch. With that, the last passenger of the morning is done. He drove to Zaun and searched for an empty spot to park on the side of the road, luckily, he found one. He went to park and got out of the vehicle.

He walked a few steps and went inside one of his regular spots.

???: "Y/N! Glad to see ya! The usual?"
The old man behind the counter asked. This place was one of Y/N's favorite spots in the undercity. Why? Because it had (favorite food).

Y/N: "Yeah, same as usua- Actually, I'll have the special instead, Dutch." He spoke as he remembered the tip the woman gave him.

Dutch: "Oh? Daring today, aren't you?" The old man said before giving a hearty laugh. "Comin' right up! Find yourself a seat Y/N, it'll be right with ya."

Y/N gave a nod and paid before he went to find a seat. One of the tables gained his attention as one of the men sat on it waved him over. Y/N complied and sat with them. They were some of his acquaintances in the area. Well, more like lunch-buddies.

???: Anything new today, Y/N?" The man with a ketchup stain on his shirt asked. He looked to be slightly older than him and was quite chubby.

Y/N: "Nothing really, Jim." The man only nodded in reply.

Jim: "Hey, did y'all hear?" He spoke towards the table. Everyone who sat around it leaned closer out of curiosity, even Y/N. "Shimmer's been on the rise again."

???: "What?! But Silco's dead! Who the hell's running that biz?" One of the men spoke.

Jim: "I don't know. Either way, you best watch yourself boys. The enforcers'll definitely bust some part of this place lookin' for shimmer."

???: "Maybe Singed?" One of the men asked?

???: "The mad chemist? Maybe, actually..." One of the men replied.

This was one of the many downsides of Zaun. The crime. The drugs.

Shimmer.

Shimmer was a drug used by the street kids. It's still being used today but got lessened after Silco passed. Though, Shimmer wasn't only useful as a drug. It was also a fuel. Chemists loved it because of its medical use too. Problem is, it gets dangerous when in the wrong hands. Then again, so does everything.

Y/N's food arrived on the table as he began to eat, occasionally conversing with those around him. The food was good of course, but he did always want to try something from the Brisket Queen Leona, Olaf the Butcher, or Pantheon the great baker and many others. Sadly, those guys were celebrities of the rift, fighters first, chefs second, and tasting their food wouldn't come in a lifetime. Oh, well, Dutch's food is probably better anyways.

???: "See the rift last night, Y/N?" The one with a moustache asked.

Y/N: "No, Sebas. Who fought?" He asked as he ate.

Sebastian: "Our girls! The Zaun Girls! You know the....uhh...the pink haired one and the blue haired crazy one! The sisters!"

Y/N: "Let me guess, sheriff's with them too?"

Sebastian: "Yeah, that cop girl, she was there too. I didn't pay attention to the rest since they got their asses kicked early in the game."

Y/N ate his food as the man continued to speak. He really couldn't care less about the rift fights, or whatever they were called.

The rift.

Honestly, Y/N didn't really get it. All he knows is that they're either for political conflicts, financial conflicts, legal conflicts, or just for plain entertainment. The original blueprints were kept top secret as well as the creators and engineers. Interesting, no? Well, Y/N didn't care. He didn't have any abilities. None of the men at the table did. Plus, it wasn't his thing seeing people fight, die, and...respawn? Is that the word?

Y/N: "Who won?"

Everyone on the table except Y/N: "The Zaun Girls, of course!"

Although Y/N wasn't interested in the rift, he did like their enthusiasm about it. Y/N smiled as he finished his food.

Y/N: "Well gotta go, boys. See y'all around." Y/N spoke as the men at the table said their goodbyes.

He walked out of the restaurant and went back to his taxi, thankfully, all in one piece. He went in the car and continued his work for the day. Picking up passengers here and there, from noon till night.

One of the passengers were a bunch of highschool girls cutting classes, a prostitute on a call with a client and etc. As the night arrived came the more...daring passengers. Y/N had just picked up a couple. A man and a woman kissing and groping each other in the backseat. Y/N didn't care. He just didn't want the seat dirty. He drove the two to their destination as he drove around both Piltover and Zaun, passengers here and there until the clock hit 10 pm.

Y/N was driving on one of the roads in Zaun until 2 men waved him over. They looked to be around his age. He went to pick up his passengers as they both got in. One had a beanie, the other had a baseball cap.

Y/N: "Where to?" He asked.

Passenger (Beanie): "Take us to 3rd Drop Street, on Emberlift Avenue."

With his words, Y/N drove, and drove. Until they arrived to a more desolate part of Zaun. An empty street no less. Zaun was a city of crime but it was by no means desolate. It was filled with people, criminals and heroes alike. Something was wrong.

Y/N: "We're here-" Y/N paused as he noticed the pocket knife near his throat.

Passenger (Baseball Cap): "You know what to do don't you? Give us the money or your dead, bitch." The man chuckled with a sly smile as he held the knife. As if he was applauding himself for his genius act of robbing a taxi driver.

Y/N simply sighed.

Y/N: "...Zaun really lives up to its reputation, huh..." He complained.

Moments later, the passenger with a beanie had busted the car door open as he ran outside. His breath heavy, tears in his eyes, and his nose bleeding and battered. Inside the car, the passenger with a baseball cap was knocked out on the backseat, his nose bleeding and mouth slightly agape. Some teeth were missing too.

Y/N got out of the car, going after the other criminal. His right fist soaked in blood.

Y/N: "Hey, your gonna have to pay for the mess your friend made." He spoke in a montone voice, referring to the blood on the backseat from the unconscious passenger. 'He's not gonna pay, huh...' He thought.

The passenger with a beanie ran, afraid for his life. He was just a normal taxi driver. They've robbed others before. He didn't want to die, not here, not now-

He was cut off as a knife hit him on his left thigh. It was the one they used to try to rob Y/N. Y/N had thrown it with extreme accuracy, though his expression didn't change. It was neutral, as usual.

Passenger (Beanie): "S-SHOMWON HELP! H-HELP ME!" He yelled weakly in fear.

The thief wannabe stumbled onto the ground trying to crawl away. Tears flowing on his face, as the blood from his nose and thigh smeared the asphalt. He stopped as he noticed a pair of shoes, standing in front of him was Y/N. The thief bowed down his head and spoke in tears.

Passenger (Beanie): "I-I'M SHO SHORRYY! I WON'T ROB ANYONE EVER AGAIN, PLEASHE HAB MERCY! PLEASHE DON'T KILL ME!" He spoke. Y/N must've hit his jaw too hard in the car.

The thief looked up at Y/N in an attempt to beg, only to be met with cold, dull eyes.

Y/N: "Knives aren't toys, you know." He kicked the thief on the jaw once again, with enough force that it threw the thief on his back, knocked out cold.

The taxi driver pulled out his phone and dialed 911.

911: "Hello, what's your emergency?"

The authorities arrived shortly after. All's well that ends well, right? Well, now, Y/N was in an interrogating room of the Zaun & Piltover Police Precinct. A law enforcement station situated between the two cities. Well, police, wardens, enforcers, same thing. His hands were cuffed onto the table. His expression remained the same as he let out a tired yawn.

That was until he heard voices from outside the room slowly getting nearer, and louder.

???: "Excuse me, coming through, Okay, where is he?!" A female voice yelled loud enough that it could be heard inside the interrogation room.

???: "Vi! Wait, up! Damnit, calm down, Vi!" Another female voice followed.

'They're awfully loud.' Y/N thought.

Vi (Violet) POV

I bust through door after door to get to this son of a bitch, murderer wannabe who tried to kill in my damn city.

Ever since I became part of the force, I left my old life to start over. Start fresh, start something new, something good. I won't let the city that I, Powder, and Caitlyn worked so hard to keep at least a little bit safer than before to fall to ruin now!

Who the hell does this motherf*cker think he is anyway?! I haven't gone home in a week, I'm busy enough with a murder case on my lap, and now some bastard's just giving me more work by almost killing a bunch of wanted thieves?!

I am tired, hungry, and pissed off.

Caitlyn: "Vi, wait!"

Eventually, my eyes land onto the doors of the interrogation room that held that attempted murdering piece of sh*t. I'm coming for you motherf*cker! Come on, bitch! Violet's here!

I bust through the door...

...and see a tired looking man sitting on a chair, handcuffed to the table. He had H/L, H/C hair and E/C eyes. He was wearing a worn-out olive green jacket with a F/C hoodie underneath. He had brown shoes, and dark grey jeans. He had a fairly big build and was probably around 6'0 tall. Probably in his mid-20s. He had bags under his eyes, probably from long nights of work. He had a stubble on his chin, either too busy or too lazy to shave. No ring on his ring finger, he doesn't have a spouse. His knuckles still had some red on them. Blood...

Did I really just get all that information just by looking at him? Damn, very impressive, Vi. I'm practically a better detective than Caitlyn now.

Vi: "So you're the piece of sh*t, huh?"

I heard Caitlyn huffing and panting behind me as she had one arm on the doorway and her other hand held a file.

Caitlyn: "I...told you to...slow...down..." She spoke trying to regain her breath.

Sorry, cupcake.

I sat down on the metal chair across the man. Cupcake did the same.

So this is the guy who's trying to ruin my hardwork? He looks dull. He's big but nothing I can't handle.

Did he really almost kill 2 wanted criminals?

Vi: "...Name?"

This interrogation is just a formality, we already found everything we could on this guy through his ID. We're just checking for discrepancies now. Well, I am at least.

???: "L/N. Y/N L/N."

Ok, the name's correct.

Vi: "Age?"

Y/N: "26."

Caitlyn hands me his file and as I began skimming through it, I found him staring at me.

The f*ck...

Vi: "f*ck are you looking at?"

Caitlyn: "Sorry for my partner, she's just cranky because of all the paperwork." She spoke in an apologetic tone. Why the hell is she apologizing? I didn't do anything wrong!

The man suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Y/N: "...I've seen you two before." He spoke in a monotone voice. He's seen us before? f*ck, did I already arrest him once? sh*t, I can't remember. "I remember... I've seen you two on TV. In the rift." His expression relaxed.

Oh. The rift, huh. Don't tell me he's a fan...

Caitlyn: "Do you watch the rift matches often?" She asked. Oh god, is she really doing the whole 'steps to interrogation 101' thingy again?

Y/N: "No. My acquaintances do."

Caitlyn: "I see... Now, Mr. L/N, would you mind telling us your current occupation?"

Y/N: "Taxi driver."

Bullsh*t!

Vi: "Bullsh*t. No taxi driver would be able to beat the sh*t out of two thieves that can use magic. Spit it out! Who do you work for, huh?!" I stand up and slam my hand on the table. He just stared at me.

The bastard didn't even flinch. He definitely works for someone. Apparently, he had no abilities and couldn't use magic, that's bullsh*t.

He beat the sh*t out of two wanted criminals with abilities with nothing but his fists. The one in the car had a concussion, broken nose, broken jaw, a severely injured neck, and a broken arm. The one outside also had a concussion, a broken nose and jaw, and a f*cking enchanted knife on his left thigh.

Does this motherf*cker really think I'd believe that he's just a taxi driver?!

Caitlyn suddenly grabbed my arm and squeezed.

Caitlyn: "Sorry about my partner. She's a bit on edge." She turned to face me and gave me the 'look'. "Settle down, Vi." She whispered.

...f*ck.

I take a deep breath to compose myself.

She's right.

f*ck, all this work has been getting on my nerves. I sit back down on the seat as she let go of my arm.

Y/N: "...They could use magic? I didn't notice."

Caitlyn: "Yes...Actually, could you tell us how the whole thing happened? It would really be a big help." She spoke calmly.

...We really are good cop and bad cop.

The guy looked up at the ceiling trying to remember. He told us about how he picked them up in a street in Zaun at around 10 before driving to their destination until one of them had taken out a knife. He didn't really go into the details of how he beat the sh*t out of them though he did say he threw the knife at one of them.

Y/N: "...It was in self-defense." He ended as he finished his summary of what happened.

Self-defense?

Self-defense?!

He f*cking broke an arm, broke both of their noses, gave them severe concussions, and threw a knife at someone! I'd understand if he was panicking but he doesn't really look panicked! Oh my f*cking go-

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. It opened slightly as one of our own peeked inside.

???: "Sheriff Kiramman? Officer Vi? A council representative is in the observation room."

What does the council want now?

Caitlyn: "We'll be there." She spoke before turning back to the 'taxi driver'. "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. L/N."

We both stood up from our seats and made our way to the door. I give the guy a glare as we made our way out. He's definitely not just a taxi driver. I can feel it in my gut.

We went to the room besides the interrogation room. Inside, there's a window that views the interrogation room. The representative was there along with a woman in a suit. The one-way mirror gives full view of Y/N.

He's just sitting there...menacingly.

*A/N: ゴゴゴ *

Caitlyn greets the council representative while I do the same.

Caitlyn: "What brings you here, sir?"

Council Rep: "I'll get straight to the point. It's about...him." He pointed at the one-way mirror, towards Y/N. What does the council want with him? "I come here on behalf of the council. The Bluewind Court states that Y/N L/N must be released at once."

The city council?! What connections does this guy have? A taxi driver getting bailed out by the court itself...

Vi: "What the hell? Why?!"

Council Rep: "I don't know...but it came from the top. We can't really disobey." He spoke as we saw an officer through the one-way mirror come in the interrogation room.

The officer thanked Y/N for his public service and for taking down taxi robbers before telling him he was free to leave. Y/N promptly stood up and exited the room.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the f*cking phone!

Caitlyn: "Hold on, can't we at least prosecute him for overuse of force? I understand he dealt with criminals but he did send them to the hospital." She asked with concern.

???: "All of this goes off the records. He can't be revealed to the public either, we have to prevent that." The woman in a suit spoke.

Vi: "Excuse me, who are you again?"

???: "It's Heather. I'm from the state government."

Vi: "Okay, can I ask why we're letting him go, Ms. state government?" I asked with tinge of venom in my voice.

Heather: "That's classified. My business here is finished as L/N has already been released. Goodbye." She spoke quickly as the council representative followed her out... "Oh, and please don't pry into this any further. Just focus on your...murder case." She spoke one last time before leaving.

Murder case...? How the hell does she know about that?!

Vi: "What the f*ck?! Are we really just letting him go like that?!" I ask in frustration.

Caitlyn: "I...don't think we have a choice on this one, Vi. It came directly from the city council too..." She spoke bitterly.

Are we really letting him go?

We've never let go of anyone, not once.

Hell, I even arrested my own sister for god's sake and now we're letting this guy go?!

Vi: "And? The city council and the state government got involved in getting him out! This is big news! Why would they get involved with him?! It's too suspicious! Hell, we've never let go of anyone like this, Caitlyn! We have to do something because the guy that we just let go is definitely dangerous!"

Caitlyn: "I don't know what to do, Vi! I've never had the city council, let alone the state government get someone out... This is a first for me too, okay?" She put both her hands on her head and leaned on the nearby wall. She dropped her arms while letting out a long sigh and closed her eyes. "First, that murder case and now this...We'll just have to let him go for now, Vi. I'll try to get Jayce to look him up..."

Caitlyn had bags under her eyes. I did too. I just realized them now honestly.

Goddamn it...

We're both too tired for this. We could use a break.

Vi: "...I guess even Ms. Workaholic's tired, huh." I jokingly said. She gave me a faint smile. "...I'll request the captain to give us some time off."

Caitlyn: "Thanks."

Y/N L/N....

Tch.

'Taxi driver' my ass.

*A/N: Eyyyy thanks for reading. I kinda based this chapter on Front mission dog life dog style manga lol. Total of 3961 words.*

Chapter 3: Club lights & fights

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*A/N: Eyyy Lesgoooo.*

3rd-Person POV
Zaun, USA
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It was already around midnight when Y/N stepped out of the station. Well, at least he won't have to return the taxi. Boss gave it to him for free after dealing with some business.

With a lit cigarette in his mouth, Y/N walked to the parking lots in search of his car. The night was cold, enough to make anyone shiver, especially in this time of year. A cool breeze swept past Y/N. He just moved forward.

He eventually found his car.

He walks up to his car and unlocks it before flicking away his cigarette. He gets inside and turns it on as he lets the car warm up. He let out a long sigh as he closed his eyes.

'I need a drink.' He thought.

He pulled out his phone, searching for any bars nearby. It's already Saturday anyway. He didn't need to work tomorrow either too. It wasn't his shift.

He scrolled through the map on his phone in search of somewhere to relax and unwind. With everything that happened today, he didn't expect the day to end with an interrogation by two rift celebrities. Though he didn't care now. He just wanted a drink.

He could just buy alcohol and drink at home...but he didn't want to be alone. Not tonight anyway. He just didn't feel like it.

He had never been to any Zaun bars either too. He usually just drank at his apartment alone while watching whatever was on TV. Dutch was right after all. Y/N was feeling daring today.

As he searched for a good bar, something caught his attention. It was a club. Y/N was skeptical. He didn't want to get too drunk but it was quite popular. He'd hear about it from his coworkers a lot.

'...Wouldn't hurt to try.' He thought as he set his destination on the gps.

He drove out from the lot and made sure his taxi light was off. The roads were still filled with cars, but not too bad when compared to the morning. The drive was normal, he played some music along the way. Some from his own personal playlist.

Eventually, he arrived at the Black Lanes. More commonly known as the red light market district of Zaun. The city was filled with bars, illegal brothels, clubs and etc. But a vast majority of them would be located here. On the outer areas of the Black Lanes would be markets where anything could be seen for sale, with pickpocketing being a number one issue in the area. The interior however, is where the bars, illegal brothels, clubs, and etc. are located.

Y/N had been here before, but only as a driver. He never really got the chance to explore the city on foot, so this would be interesting. He eventually found a spot to park, making sure it was a public area so there would be a lot of witnesses just in case someone tries something on his car. The cops have been patrolling the city a lot more lately because of the whole Shimmer increase, so at least his taxi would have some security.

He got out of the car and made sure to lock it. He didn't really have anything of value inside it. He only took what he needed with him. He walked for a short while until he found the club in all its glory.

'The Last Drop' it was called.

And it was definitely popular. The line was long. Really long.

He took a deep breath and made his way back to the end of the line. That was until he bumped into someone. The girl he bumped into fell on her behind onto the sidewalk. She had very long blue hair that was braided into two. She had very pale skin and...strange pink eyes. She was very slender and was probably around 5'3. She was wearing brown boots, a pair of very short...ehh...shorts that were colored pink, along with a...leather bikini top? It was colored with pink along with black straps. She had cloud tattoos as well on her arm and hip. She was probably around Y/N's age but her small stature made her look like a teenager.

Her outfit was very...revealing.

'How could she even wear that at this time of night? She'll get cold.' Y/N thought.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, Y/N offered the girl a hand in getting up.

Y/N: "Sorry about that."

The girl stared at his hand and back at him. Her pink eyes staring directly at him. That was until Y/N realized that she looked familiar. Had he met her before?

The girl smiled and took his hand, standing up and patting her shorts of any dirt.

???: "Don't worry about it!" She spoke, still holding onto his hand.

Y/N remembered now.

That voice. Those eyes. That hair.

Y/N: "...You're Jinx...right? I've seen you on tv. At the rift." He spoke with a hint of surprise in his voice. He remained pretty calm as he wasn't really a big fan of the rift but he was still surprised. In one night, he met 3 of the city's celebrities. Well, at least he met one of them in pretty good terms.

At the mention of her name, her eyes seemed to light up.

Jinx: "Yep! Good ol' Jinx at your service. Nice to meet you!" She spoke as she began rapidly shaking his hand. Her smile never leaving her face. "Are you a fan? Want an autograph?" She gave him a cheeky smile.

Y/N: "Uh...No thanks. I met your sister earlier with the sheriff." With that, Jinx's eyes lit up and she began looking around like a meerkat looking out for predators. "I met them at the precinct." Jinx sighed a breath of relief.

Jinx: "Sorry 'bout that. Vi doesn't like me hanging around the lanes at this time." Y/N gave a nod.

Y/N: "Will you let go of my hand now?"

Jinx quickly pulled away her hand from his.

Jinx: "Oops! Sorry, sorry." She giggled. "Say, I haven't seen you around before...You new?" She asked, to which Y/N replied with a nod. "I knew it! I'm such a genius!" She cheered for herself.

Y/N: "Uh huh." He replied in uncertainty. She was definitely crazy.

Not because of her strange antics.

But because of her eyes.

Y/N knew what those eyes were.

He'd seen them before.

The eyes of the mentally unhinged.

Jinx: "Oh right! You heading in to The Last Drop?" She asked.

Y/N: "Yeah, I am actua-." He was interrupted by Jinx.

Jinx: "Perfect! Come on! Since you're new, you're coming with me! I wouldn't want you to miss out on the fun!" She spoke as she grabbed him towards the entrance. The two bouncers simply stepped aside at her presence. "Rule no. 1: When you're with me, you'll always get to skip the line!" She spoke cheerfully as she went in the club. The music blasted loudly. The lights shined brightly in all manner of colors and the people were dancing the night away.

She walked up to one of the tables and stole a beer from one of the women seated around it. She then jumped onto the table and held the beer up high.

Jinx: "What's up, Last Drop!" She yelled loud enough for everyone in the club to notice. Everyone became silent at her presence before they all cheered and began chanting her name back in unison.

"Jinx! Jinx! Jinx! Jinx! Jinx!!!!"

She downed the entire bottle in one swig before throwing it to god knows where. Everyone cheered her on once more, louder than ever.

"JINX!!!!!!"

She gave a playful bow and jumped down from the table.

Jinx: "Rule no. 2: Have fun!" She booped Y/N's nose before dragging him to the bar.

'She's definitely a party animal.' Y/N thought.

She went over to the bar and immediately hopped onto one of the stools. Doing one spin on it before she focused back onto the bar.

Jinx: "Chuck!" She yelled. A bartender flinched in surprise at her voice. The bartender slowly turned around to face her direction. "I'll have the usual!" She yelled before turning to face Y/N, as if expecting him to order too.

Y/N: "I'll have some shots of vodka, Chuck." He yelled too.

Chuck: "Ugh, My name's Thieram you know..." He meekly replied before turning to get their drinks.

Jinx tapped her finger on the bar on beat with the music as the duo waited on their drinks.

'It's cold here too even though there's so much people...' Y/N thought.

Y/N took notice of Jinx. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She looked at him with an expression of surprise.

Y/N: "It's cold in here." He spoke through the loud music.

Jinx: "I- Uh I-It's alright, dude. You don't have to do this, you know." She spoke, slightly flustered and in surprise of his actions.

Y/N: "It's fine. I owe you. Plus, I don't want my benefactor to get cold and sick."

Jinx paused at his words in genuine surprise.

This...was a first.

She's had people care for her before, like her sister, Caitlyn, Her friends, Vander, Silco, and others.

But something like this from a complete stranger was...new.

It was nice.

Jinx gave him a sincere smile.

Jinx: "Thanks...That's really nice of you..." She gave him her thanks. She put on the jacket that was clearly too big for her.

It was warm.

She wasn't like who she was in the past. She wanted to change.

Though she still heard the voices and got some nightmares, she didn't let that stop her from changing.

Especially after she realized that Vi still genuinely cared for her.

For a person like Jinx, change wasn't easy. Being 'good' wasn't easy.

But she wanted to try.

Lots of people still remembered her from the past. Many were still intimidated by her.

But this.

This act of kindness from a complete stranger.

Made her feel like her hardwork was starting to pay off.

Jinx: "...I never caught your name." She asked.

Y/N: "It's Y/N."

Jinx: "Y/N, huh..."

'Y/N... It's a nice name...' She thought.

Chuck eventually gave the two their drinks, with Jinx forcing Y/N to try some of hers. It wasn't bad.

Jinx had also taken one shot of vodka from Y/N. She liked alcohol, whether they were strong or not, but to her, Vodka was just plain nasty. She'd had vodka before but for some reason, this was worse.

Jinx: "That's gross! How can you drink that straight?" She drank her drink quickly to drive out the taste of vodka in her mouth. Y/N shrugged at her question.

Y/N: "You get used to it!"

Soon, the duo were getting pretty drunk. Drinking more than Y/N had actually expected. Y/N had wanted to stop at one point but Jinx told him that she'd pay. That was a bad call.

The two kept drinking and drinking and before long they found themselves onto the dance floor. The two stayed relatively close to each other as they both danced the night away.

Hours later, Jinx was on Y/N's back as he walked through the alleyways. Her arms were wrapped around his neck as she gave him directions.

Jinx: "Move forward, my noble steed!" She giggled.

Y/N: "Aye aye, ma'am." He spoke with a smile.

The two were very clearly drunk. Both their faces red from the alcohol. It was probably around 3 in the morning. Even though they only partied for 3 hours or so, 3 hours at The Last Drop is all you need to get absolutely sh*t faced.

???: "Well, well, well, if it ain't Jinx." Y/N paused as someone spoke from behind them. Jinx's expression changed from one of pure drunken joy to annoyance as she got off Y/N's back. The two turned to face the man who was surrounded by a bunch of guys.

There were around 10 of them in total.

Jinx: "And you are?"

???: "You used to be one of us, Jinx. Now you're just a f*cking traitor."

Jinx narrowed her eyes at this.

The past always manages to bite her ass no matter how much she runs away.

The two immediately sobered up as they sensed the fight that was about to happen.

'sh*t, I don't have anything on me.' Jinx thought.

???: "I'm really sorry for what's about to happen Jinx. It's nothing personal."

The thug spoke as he gestured for the 9 others to do their business. They had all types of melee weapons. From bats, to crowbars, to pocket knives.

Jinx readied herself for what was about to happen. She knew she wasn't getting out unscathed on this one. She raised her fists in a stance, just like the one Vi always did.

She was ready for a fight.

One of the thugs with a bat charged at her and suddenly a thought came to her mind.

'Wait, what about Y/N-'

Her thoughts were interrupted as the thug who charged at her was met with a fist to his face. Standing in front of her was Y/N who faced the rest of the thugs. The thug with a bat fell to the ground as his nose bled. He was out cold. 9 left.

'Two fights in one day...' Y/N thought.

Jinx: "Y/N don't! This isn't your business!"

Y/N: "I'm not doing this for you, Jinx, don't worry. I wanted to stay drunk longer but now I'm just mad those guys managed to sober me up."

'Plus, your sister would kill me if I left you like that. I have a feeling I'll meet her more often after today.' His thoughts continued.

???: "You f*cking bastard!" One of the thugs yelled as he charged at him with a pocket knife. Two others followed him, one with a metal bat, the other with a crow bar. The other 5 went for Jinx.

Y/N grabbed the first thug's arm, redirecting his knife before striking it with his knee. Breaking the thug's arm before punching him in the jaw, his teeth falling as he also fell on the ground. 8 left. He dodged the swing of a bat as he took a step back before once again charging forward the second guy. Before the guy could even swing, Y/N grabbed him and gave him a jumping knee strike to the head, breaking his nose before pushing him onto the guy with a crowbar. The two stumbled back and fell to the floor before Y/N kicked the both of them flying towards the wall. One was knocked out and the other was groaning in pain, both of them lying on the concrete ground. 6 left.

Jinx on the other hand was doing fairly well. Her time as a criminal and her training with Vi was doing her well as she dodged punches and made sure to strike back. She had managed to knock out 2 of the 5 thugs after her. 4 left.

One of the thugs however had caught her off guard as he charged his knife towards her.

'sh*t!' She thought as she just noticed.

But before he could do anything, Y/N had kicked him to the side, throwing him to the wall knocked out. 3 left. One of the thugs with a crowbar swung at Y/N, raising his arm to strike, but before he could swing down, Y/N caught his arm and threw him over his shoulder. 2 left. The thug left had a wooden bat and swung it onto Y/N's back with all his might. The bat broke, shattering into pieces. The thug stared at what was left of his bat and dropped it as his face went pale.

???: "W-We can talk about this dude." He pleaded as Y/N turned around to face him. Y/N walked closely towards him and put a hand on his shoulder as if to say everything was going to be fine.

Suddenly, Y/N punched the thug in the gut before letting go and giving him a swift roundhouse kick to the head. Making the guy fly before he hit the floor. 1 left.

The last thug left was the one who called out to them earlier. He was shaking at the sight. 9 of his friends just got their asses kicked after all.

As the thug realized what was going on, he immediately moved his hand to take out a gun. Y/N noticed this. Before he could even take out his weapon, Y/N tackled him to the ground.

The thug tried to punch him in an attempt to fight back but was quickly met with the barrel of a gun to his face. In that short amount of time, Y/N had managed to take his gun, and now, he was it's target.

Y/N: "Don't try it."

The thug paused as he went pale. Raising both of his hands in surrender. Y/N quickly hit him on the jaw with the pistol, knocking him out cold as the blood from his jaw getting hit splattered to the side. 0 threats remaining.

Y/N stood up and took out the magazine from the gun and co*cked it a few times to make sure there were no more bullets in the chamber. He wiped the gun and the magazine with his clothes to remove any finger prints. Not that anyone in the country has any record of his real fingerprints anyway, but still, just in case. He then threw the gun behind a bunch of trash cans to hide it.

Y/N: "Damnit, I'm all sober now..." He complained to himself.

'Oh f*ck, right. Jinx.' He remembered.

He turned around to see Jinx just staring at him, her mouth slightly agape.

Y/N: "...You good?"

Suddenly, the corners of her mouth raised into a smile. Her expression a mixture of shock, awe, and child-like joy.

Jinx: "That...was f*cking awesome!" She yelled. "How'd you do that?! Where'd you learn that from?! That was so badass! Could you teach me?!Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease."

She bombarded him with questions and 'please's. Y/N could only really chuckle at her behavior.

Y/N: "Maybe some other time, Jinx. I kinda sobered up so I'm gonna head home. You should too." He spoke with a smile. She put her hand on her chest and gasped jokingly.

Jinx: "And you're just gonna leave a beautiful damsel in distress like me here all alone? On the streets? Oh no, no, no Y/N! You're taking me home! You told me you were a taxi driver, but now you're my bodyguard! So do your job and take me home mister!" She replied with a cheeky smile.

Y/N: "But you said your place was nearby-" Jinx put a finger on his lips, shushing his protests before she once again climbed on his back.

Before they left, Y/N made sure to call the cops, but the two of them left the scene before the authorities arrived.

Jinx: "Forward, noble steed!" She yelled as she directed him to her place. Well, one of her places. She said that she had two apartments. One in Zaun and one in piltover. Her sister was never really home because of all the work. Apparently, the rift matches payed really well that they managed to afford two places. She also said that she had a hideout near but that was a story for a different time.

Her place wasn't too far. Sure it was out of the Lanes but Y/N could still walk back to his car. The two eventually reach a tall building and take the elevator up to the penthouse. It was tall enough to have a view of most of the city. She got off his back, entered her password and went inside.

Y/N: "Alright, Jinx. I'll see you around." He turned to leave until Jinx grabbed him by the arm.

Jinx: "Where do you think you're going mister?"

Y/N: "Uhh...home?"

Jinx: "This late at night? Oh no, no, no, you'll end up getting mugged!"

Y/N: "I can handle mysel-" She had already dragged him inside.

It was messy inside, but the view was nice. There were clothes everywhere, dishes piling up on the sink, and there was what seemed to be a worktable on the corner with all sorts of hextech stuff.

Jinx: "Sorry about the mess." She said meekly as she just noticed. It looked like there had been storm inside.

Y/N: "I'm surprised you trust me enough to let me in your home. I mean, you did just meet me."

Jinx: "Oh please, you saved me like a knight from those guys earlier! I felt like a princess! Just think of this as me repaying you." She cheerfully said as she went to her room to change.

Y/N: "You know, I honestly thought there'd be more people surrounding you on the street for autographs." He spoke loudly so that she could hear.

Jinx: "In different cities, sure! But everyone's kinda used to seeing me here." She spoke as she changed into something more comfortable. A loose sleeveless shirt colored white and some shorts. She had a pillow and blanket on her hands which she handed to him. "Here you go, make yourself comfy on the couch. Unless...you wanna sleep with me?" She teased with a giggle.

Y/N: "Ha ha, very funny Jinx." He let out a dry laugh. "...Thanks for this actually. I wasn't really in the mood to drive home tonight. So ending up in the apartment of a rift celebrity ain't a bad way to end the day."

Jinx: "Well, ending up with you here ain't bad either." She spoke with smile. "You want some beer? Just to end the night, I mean." She spoke as she walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

Y/N: "Just one." She threw him a beer can, which he caught with ease. Jinx got a can as well as they both flopped down onto the couch. With a crack and a sizzle, they opened their cans and took a sip. Both letting out a satisfied sigh. "What a long day." Jinx chuckled at that.

Jinx: "...I just remembered. How did you meet Vi and Caitlyn at the precinct?" She asked as she took a sip.

Y/N: "Some guys tried to rob my taxi. I beat them up and she ended up interrogating me. I needed a drink after that."

Jinx: "Ohhh...Well, at least you decided to go to the Last Drop afterwards..." She spoke as she trailed off.

'We wouldn't have met if you didn't...' Jinx thought to herself.

Y/N simply nodded in agreement of her words. Eventually, they both finished their drinks as Jinx threw the cans away.

Y/N: "I think I'm gonna hit the hay, Jinx." He said as he yawned.

Jinx: "Yeah, I think I will too." She yawned as well. "You sure you don't wanna sleep next to me~?" She teased with a cheeky smile.

Y/N: "If your sister found out, she'd kill me." He remarked, she just pouted.

Jinx: "Fineee. Goodnight." She went inside her room. "The door's unlocked so don't try anything funny~" She teased him once again from her room.

Y/N simply chuckled.

'She's definitely something else.' He thought.

*A/N: Eyyy thanks for reading. Let me know if I got anything wrong about these characters lmao. total of 3995 words. No lemons for you! Not yet anyway😏*

Chapter 4: Dinner & Mission

Chapter Text

*Chapter 3 eyyyy lezgooo*

Jinx (Powder) POV
Zaun, USA
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...Y/N...

...Y/N?

I groggily open my eyes as I felt myself wake up. I realized that I had been cuddling Y/N's jacket as I slept.

I look around the bed and then to my clothes. They looked the same as when I fell asleep.

I can't believe it...

Y/N actually didn't do anything to me last night. I mean, I was half expecting him to climb into bed with me at some point in the night because of my teasing...

He...was actually a pretty decent guy...

I mean, he was already a decent guy for protecting me but now I realize...

He was definitely boyfriend material.

Well, that and I didn't have a nightmare as I slept...

Now, that's two good things to happen today.

Lately, the nightmares have been showing up again. The voices too.

But last night...They were quiet...

I glance at his jacket in thought. Was it because of...him?

No, probably not.

I stretch my arms into the air. I haven't had such good quality sleep in a while. I get my phone to check the time, it was around 12 noon. I really slept in, huh. Thankfully, it's the weekend so I don't really have to do anything.

I stand up from my bed, trying not trip on anything I left on the floor as I groggily made my way to the kitchen to make coffee until I notice something.

Who did all the dishes in the sink?

Wait...

I turn around to look at the living room only to see that the place was actually cleaner than before. There were no more clothes lying around everywhere. There were no more candy and snack wrappers littered on the floor either. Y/N was nowhere to be seen too.

No way...

My attention eventually lands on something on the dinner table. It was food that had been plastic wrapped. There was a sticky note on it that read:

'(Your number), Call me.
-Y/N'

...No f*cking way...

I sit down and touch the wrap with the back of my hand, it was still warm. Holy sh*t, that looks good. It was scrambled eggs, some bacon, some sausages, some hash browns, and etc.

There's so much food...

It's almost a full english breakfast!

Suddenly, I heard my stomach growl.

...I am hungry though...

'But you're on a diet' A voice said in my head.

Shut up!

I gulped as I saw the food in front of me as I felt drool leave my mouth.

...I don't really need to follow my diet right now...

I unwrapped the plastic and began eating my food with a fork.

HOLY sh*t, WHAT IS THIS?! WHY'S IT SO GOOD?! DID HE PUT SHIMMER IN IT?! MAYBE ADDED HEXTECH TO THE FRYING PAN?! WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?!

I ate some more as I got a notification on my phone. I check who it was and I see a message from Vi.

"Vi: Powder, I took a few days off so ill be staying there until tuesday. Im almost home so the place better be clean okayyy? Caitlyns with me too. Also were going to dinner with the Kirammans on monday."

"okk, see u laterrr :3 :Powpow"

I quickly replied. We should definitely have a girls night later. Dinner with Caitlyn's parents, huh. Her dad is nice but her mom kinda scares me. Then again, I did shoot a rocket at one of their council meetings. Oops.

I continued eating as I let my mind wander while occasionally stealing glances to the kitchen and living room. He only cleaned up the clothes, trash, and washed the dishes and yet the place looks like night and day.

I was wrong about Y/N...

I finish my food and head to the kitchen sink to wash my plate.

Y/N wasn't boyfriend material...

I scrub the sponge on the plate as I wash it, eventually finishing and putting it back on the plate rack.

...Y/N's definitely husband material!

I put my attention back on the sticky note that I placed on the side earlier. I quickly add his number on my phone as I threw away the plastic wrap.

I head back to the living room and flop down onto the couch. The blanket I gave him was neatly folded and the pillow was beside it. I lay down on the couch as I found myself staring at his number on my phone.

He cooked, he cleaned, and he washed the dishes...

He was cute too...

At least he left his jacket...

Now, I have an excuse to meet him again.

...Damn it...

He should've stayed longer...

3rd-Person POV

Y/N exited the building as he noticed two women across the road, one with short reddish pink hair and the other with long blue hair. It was Vi and Caitlyn.

He quickly pulled up the hood of his hoodie over his head and looked away from them as they both crossed the road. Thankfully, the two didn't really notice him. He didn't want Officer Vi to know that a stranger had slept at her place. As he reached the other side, he took one last glance at the building before he made his way.

Y/N took the same route they used last night to get back to his car. Thankfully, his car wasn't missing anything and he didn't get a parking ticket. He got in the taxi and drove his way home as he reminisced on the fun night that he had.

'...Jinx was cute...' He thought.

Meanwhile, Caitlyn and Vi were pleasantly surprised by how clean everything was as they both looked around the living room. They had just arrived and Jinx was still on her phone, lazing around on the couch with the TV on, showing some cooking show.

Vi: "What came over you, Powder? Did you clean?" She asked in genuine surprise.

Jinx: "No, a friend did." She replied.

'A friend?' Caitlyn thought.

Jinx was popular, she was even voted as the most attractive champion of the rift in 2018, but she didn't have many friends. Sure, she partied a lot, but she didn't really meet any new people she would consider an actual friend.

Vi: "Who? Did Ekko come over?" She asked.

Jinx: "No~" She giggled "It was a...new friend." She said with a smile.

Both Vi and Caitlyn widened their eyes at this before they both glanced at each other. Now this was big news.

Caitlyn: "Does this friend have a name?" She asked with a smile.

Caitlyn and Jinx didn't have the best start as friends but they both eventually came around to each other.

Jinx: "You already know him!"

Vi: "And who would that be...?"

Jinx: "That's a secret!" She cheerfully said as she put a finger over her lips.

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Y/N POV
Piltover, USA

Damn, the rain's really pouring huh.

It was already monday evening and here I was driving around, looking for passengers.

Work's tough but it's not bad.

The view from the city's lights ain't bad too.

I must've used up all my luck when I slept at a rift celebrity's place a few nights ago since I can't find any passengers now. What's even harder to believe is that Jinx actually texted me. I didn't even expect her to save my number.

It's been a pretty slow day today, even before the rain began.

Suddenly, I saw a man wearing a suit with an umbrella and a duffel bag on the sidewalk wave me over. f*cking finally, a passenger.

I drive up to him as he got in the car, sitting on the back seat.

???: "The rain's really pouring, huh?" The man spoke. He had a midwestern accent.

Y/N: "Yeah."

???: "Oh wow, I hope you don't mind me getting the seat wet. The rain really did a number on me!"

Y/N: "Not at all. Where to?"

???: "You know, except for the eye bags and the stubble, you haven't changed at all, Старший лейтенант L/N." (Senior Lieutenant)

I quickly turn to face the back seat. Who the hell-

I pause as I was greeted by a familiar face. An older man with a blond hair and a moustache.

f*ck...

Y/N: "Добрый вечер, товарищ майор." (Good evening, comrade major.)

...Major Grigory Pavlovich...

Pavlovich: Да ладно, Y/N. Просто называйте меня Товарищ Павлович." (Come on, Y/N. Just call me Comrade Pavlovich.)

f*cking hell...

Y/N: "Что ты хочешь, Товарищ майор?" (What do you want, comrade major?)

Pavlovich: "Let's have dinner, Y/N. We have things to discuss."

Goddammit.

I drove to wherever it was he wanted. After all the traffic, we arrive at some posh hotel for the rich somewhere in the more richer side of Piltover. Piltover's already rich, but this place was the type for politicians. So rich rich is what I mean.

Jesus, I'm only wearing jeans and a sweat shirt, they'll definitely kick me out for not following the dress code.

Y/N: "I'm not dressed appropriate-"

Pavlovich hands me his duffel bag from the back seat.

Pavlovich: "That's what this is for, Старший лейтенант." (Senior lieutenant) He gestured towards the duffel bag.

Damn it...

I drive up to the entrance and got out the car as a valet took my keys. I get inside the hotel and head to the restrooms to change in one of the stalls. Goddamn, how'd he pack an entire suit into a duffel bag with no wrinkles? There was some other stuff in the duffel bag too. I didn't snoop around. I finish changing and got out of the stall to see myself in the mirror.

Well, it's not bad...

I was wearing a black suit and pants, underneath was a F/C dress shirt. I was wearing black dress shoes too.

Pavlovich: "Where's the tie?" He asked.

Y/N: "Do I have to?"

He just gave me a look as I reluctantly put on the tie. Well it's not bad too. A black tie to finish the look. Thank god, I shaved earlier this morning.

I comb my hair with my fingers and washed my face on the sink. Well, well, I actually look good.

Pavlovich: "How is it?"

Y/N: "It's flexible, I could kill someone in this. Looks expensive too."

Pavlovich: "It was expensive. It's bullet and magicproof too, though it'll sting like a bitch. Now come on, let's eat, Y/N."

I gave him back the duffel bag as we both made our way to the hotel restaurant. I went past a few political figures and celebrities. This place really is for the rich.

We arrived at the place as a staff member asked if we had a reservation. Pavlovich took care of it and we entered as a waiter guided us to our table.

We walked through the crowd and tables as I saw something blue and red on the corner of my eye. I turn to look at what it was that had gained my attention.

Wait, is that...

Oh no.

The Zaun girls are with the sheriff.

3rd-Person POV

Jinx was absolutely devouring her food. She was hungry because she had went shopping earlier that day. She never really got what she wanted when she was younger but now that she had money, she was going all out. She was wearing a dark blue dress. Her table manners weren't the best, but the people around her knew who she was. One wrong look and they'd be gone.

Sitting beside her was Vi, who was slightly embarrassed at how her sister was acting. Vi, on the other hand, was wearing a suit with a white vest. She didn't mind dresses, but today felt like a suit day in her opinion. She was having dinner with Caitlyn's parents after all. Caitlyn was next to her. Caitlyn was just chuckling at how Jinx ate. She was wearing a black dress along with a gold necklace. The one that Vi gave her.

In front of them was Tobias Kiramman and Cassandra Kiramman. Caitlyn's parents. They had built a corporate dynasty called the Kiramman group, based off the Kiramman Clan. Tobias handled the parent company while Cassandra was a council member of the Bluewind court and the matriarch of the family. Like a Chaebol in south korea. Their family had been wealthy for generations as nobles from europe. They were one of the few that managed to keep their wealth and had applied it to business.

They were all sitting at a round table as they enjoyed their dinner. Their table was near the window and had a beautiful view of Piltover.

*A/N: I dont know if caitlyns mom is still alive or not, but if shes dead in season 2 then ill change this part lmao*

Caitlyn was enjoying her food as well until she noticed Vi staring somewhere. She nudged her with her arm.

Caitlyn: "What's wrong?"

Vi: "Him."

Caitlyn followed her gaze. She didn't think much of who this 'him' was until she found who exactly she was looking at.

It was Y/N L/N in the flesh.

He was in a suit and was with another man as a waiter guided them to their tables.

And Y/N's table...was right next to theirs.

Caitlyn Kiramman POV

Is that...?

It is him...

That's L/N.

Vi was pretty suspicious of him when we interrogated him a few days ago. Well, she had every right to honestly. Who gets bailed out by the Bluewind court and the state government? Someone with power, that's who. Y/N L/N said that he was just a taxi driver but no ordinary taxi driver can just beat up two criminals like that. Two wanted criminals that were known taxi robbers no less.

But the state government and the city council getting involved with him wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Maybe he was the son or a former bodyguard of a politician. His case was strange, yes, but I don't think it's anything to get riled over. He did say he beat those criminals in self defense, though it was a little excessive.

I had Jayce and his connections do a background check on Y/N to calm Vi's nerves too. He was born and raised in (Country/City), he has family, friends, a normal education and etc. Though, Vi did say something about it being too normal. As if it was fabricated to look normal according to her words.

Though, a taxi driver eating in this type of restaurant is certainly strange, he's not a criminal.

His business isn't mine.

As L/N was walking towards his table, his eyes met with ours. He had a look of slight surprise on his face as he recognized us, but he gave us both a nod. I nodded back. Vi, however, just glared at him.

Jinx was eating her food until she noticed Vi staring at something. She followed her gaze until she stared at Y/N. She had a look of surprise on her face and waved at him with a smile. Y/N gave a small wave back.

Jinx knows Y/N?

Oh, no, Vi!

Vi: "You know that guy?" She asked her sister with a glare.

Jinx: "Yeah, he's my new friend."

He was her new friend?

Oh no...

Oh no!

Vi: "Him?!" I immediately grabbed onto her arm to hold her back. Her voice had gained the attention of the entire table. "He's the guy that came over and cleaned up our place?!"

Jinx: "Yeah...? Well, he stayed the night, not visited. " She said as if she didn't see the problem her sister had.

Vi was about to say something until dad interrupted her.

Tobias: "What's going on, Caitlyn?" Dad asked me. sh*t, they're getting curious too.

Caitlyn: "Vi saw someone we had interrogated. She doesn't like him very much..."

Cassandra: "We're having dinner, dear. Refrain from bringing your work here, please." She turned to Vi "You too, Violet."

Caitlyn: "Of course, mom."

Vi: "I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Kiramman."

Thank god, I gave them a cryptic answer. Mom would've scolded me about 'using my power to push my own agendas' or something if I hadn't. Vi seemed to settle down a bit at mom's words. Though she would steal glances and glare at Y/N.

Y/N and the man sat on the table next to ours. They had begun making small talk, although I couldn't hear much because of the people and the music. Their table was as big as ours, though there were only two of them. I was the one who was nearest to Y/N.

Vi nudged my arm and leaned closer.

Caitlyn: "What?" I whispered.

Vi: "You're the one closest to him. Could you try listening to them?"

What?! Does she really want me to eavesdrop right now?!

Caitlyn: "What? No, of course not."

Vi: "Just this once. For me. Please, cupcake?" She pleaded as she placed her hand on top of mine.

Ugh...Violet, you...

Caitlyn: "Ugh, fine." I reluctantly replied.

Vi: "Thanks, cupcake." She said with a smile. I could only let out a sigh. The things I do for her...

I moved back my chair a little as I tried to eavesdrop on what they were saying. They were speaking in english and...russian? L/N knows russian? Again, I couldn't really hear much about what they were saying because of the people and music but this had aroused my curiosity too.

3rd-Person POV

Y/N wasn't a fan of how close their tables were.

He could feel Officer Vi staring daggers at his back.

Pavlovich: "I didn't expect we'd be dining next to the Kirammans and some rift champions."

Y/N: "Me neither."

Pavlovich: "The pink haired one's glaring at you, you know?"

Y/N: "Я знаю." (I know.)

Eventually, their food arrived. From appetizers and starters until they got the entrée. Pavlovich had already reserved this place. Apparently, he always wanted to try eating here because of the reviews. He blabbered on and on but Y/N couldn't care less.

The entrée in front of Y/N was a steak. Medium rare. They had some red wine on the side too. Everything looked good. Something that you'd see in cooking shows or magazines. He cut a piece and ate it. 'Damn. It is good. No wonder, this place is popular.' He thought.

'Dutch's food is better though.' His thoughts continued.

Caitlyn was listening intently. So far their conversation had been mundane. Though, there were times they spoke russian. They were both fluent in the russian and english languages.

'Is L/N the son of some russian oligarch or something?' She thought

Pavlovich: "Now, Y/N. Let's get to business."

Caitlyn focused her hearing at this. This was the important part.

That was until her parents bombarded her with questions about her love life. They didn't know she had a thing for Vi. They spoke about potential marriage partners and etc. as she was the future matriarch of the family.

'sh*t, I can't hear L/N because of their questions.' She thought to herself.

Y/N POV

I could only let out a sigh. Here it comes. Whatever he wants, it's not gonna be good.

Y/N: "Что вам нужно, Товарищ майор?" (What do you need, comrade major?) I asked as I ate.

Pavlovich. "Миссия от ФСБ и 'CIA'." (A mission, from the FSB and the CIA.)

I pause at his words.

Both of them?

Are they working together?

Why does it matter, I'm not doing this anyway.

Y/N: "Я ушел в отставку." (I'm retired.) I continued eating.

Pavlovich: "Мы тебе заплатим." (We'll pay you.)

Y/N: "А мне похуй." (And I don't give a f*ck.)

And all of my manners just went out the window.

Pavlovich: "And you've still got a foul mouth." He said as he gave an irritating smile.

Y/N: "Only to you." I take a sip of my wine.

Pavlovich: "...You'd be doing us and the американцы a service if you do this, you know." (Americans)

Y/N: "I just told you, I don't give a fuc-"

Pavlovich: "У нас есть информация о Михаил." (We have information on Mikhail.)

...Mikhail?

That's... That's f*cking impossible.

I unconsciously grip my hand in anger at the audacity of this bastard.

Y/N: "...Don't you dare say that name, no, you don't have a right to say his name."

This f*cking bastard. Who the hell does he think he is? Using Mikhail's name to get me to do his dirty work...

How f*cking dare you, Pavlovich.

Pavlovich: "I'm serious, Y/N."

Y/N: "...Shut up."

Pavlovich: "It's reliable information, Y/N."

Y/N: "I said, shut up."

Pavlovich: "Y/N, Mikhail is-"

Y/N: "Mikhail's dead!" I raised my voice as I stood up and slammed the table, gaining the attention of some people. The Kirammans had begun staring too. f*ck, people are looking. I quickly sat down. "Михаил мертв. Павлович." (Mikhail's dead, Pavlovich.)

He reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a file. Sliding it across the table towards me. I open the file as I saw photo of...Mikhail. He was wearing a prisoner's outfit. The date on the photo said it was taken a year ago.

It can't be...

My comrade who I thought was dead...

...is alive...

I was silent. I didn't know what to say.

Pavlovich: "...We'll contact you with the details. We'll send you a few packages too. You can keep the suit, the duffel bag...and my dessert too." He spoke as he stood up and left the table.

f*ck...

I take the duffel bag place it on my lap. I open the other parts that I didn't see earlier. The other compartments of the duffel bag were filled with...money.

That bastard...

He got me...

Caitlyn Kiramman POV

...Well that was intense.

This 'Mikhail' is dead and L/N doesn't like that. Probably a friend of his. Vi nudges me as she leaned closer.

Vi: "What'd you hear?" She whispered impatiently.

Caitlyn: "Shh. I'll tell you later."

Vi pouted before she leaned back on her seat. I heard Y/N sigh behind me. He has his own set of problems too... I turn around and saw him put his head down, resting his head on his hands as his arms were on the table. The waiters had served him the two desserts. It was Chocolate Fondant.

I don't know if he's some russian oligarch, or some former bodyguard but...

Hang in there, Y/N!

Jinx, on the other hand, had already finished her dessert and was...

Where's Jinx?

I look around as I see her sitting next to Y/N, who still had his head down.

Oh, no.

Vi: "Powder, what are you doing?!" She whispered loudly. "Stay away from him!"

Jinx didn't even listen as she poked Y/N on the arm.

Jinx: "Can I have that guy's dessert, Y/N?"

L/N didn't even look up as he slowly slid the extra chocolate fondant towards her.

Jinx: "Thanks, dude." She said as she began eating.

The man moved his head away from his hands as he stared at his dessert before he began eating it as well.

Y/N: "It's good..."

Jinx: "...You look handsome tonight." She said as she ate. Y/N turned to look at her.

Y/N: "You look beautiful too." He replied with a smile. She smiled back and had a light blush on her cheeks.

Vi: "Powder! Stop flirting with him!" She whisper-yelled.

Eventually we had finished eating. Y/N had finished first and stood up to leave. He gave Jinx a pat on the head before he left with the duffel bag. Soon enough, my parents got into their own car as Jinx, Vi and, I had got into mine as the valet gave me my keys.

Caitlyn: "Should I drive you home?" I asked Vi who sat in the passenger seat.

Vi: "Tell me what you heard first."

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3rd-Person POV
Zaun, USA

Y/N was driving through the streets of Zaun in his taxi. He was currently in the Lanes, heading somewhere. The rain was still pouring strong as it had begun to flood in some roads in Zaun. Zaun had an excellent water drainage system to prevent big floods so noone really worried. It was already around 11 in the evening.

Y/N stopped his taxi as he got out. He left the duffel bag in the car. He had parked near an alleyway, it was dark, the rain was pouring, and the only thing that lit up the place were flickering lights.

He walked through the alleyway, his hair and suit wet, until he stopped in front of some garbage cans. He kicked the cans away, moving the garbage bags there with his foot. He leaned down as he found what he was looking for.

He picked it up and raised it to the flickering light to get a better view.

Right now, in his hand, was a gun.

The one from the thug he beat.

On the other was the magazine, which he put in his pocket.

He co*cked the gun and checked it's exterior for any serial numbers.

'...I'm back in the game, huh.' He thought.

*A/N: Eyyy, that was chapter 3, thanks for reading. Total of 4253 words.*

Chapter 5: Message & Gathering

Chapter Text

*A/N: Eyyy chapter 4 Lezgooo*

3rd-Person POV
Piltover, USA
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Vi: "Tell me what you heard first." She said as the rain continued to pour. Jinx was on the backseat of the car, scrolling through her phone and staying quiet so Vi would forget she was even there.

Caitlyn: "Alright, let me just find somewhere to park." She said as she drove her expensive looking car away from the hotel's driveway and entrance.

She parked somewhere close by, on the side of the road.

Vi: "So, what'd you hear?" She asked.

Caitlyn: "Not much really. They were speaking in either english or russian."

Vi: "The taxi driver speaks russian?"

Caitlyn: "Yes, they were both fluent... He has a name, you know? It's Y/N L/N, in case you forgot."

Vi: "I don't care. He's still dangerous in my eyes. So, anything interesting when they spoke english?" She asked as she rested her elbow on the car door's arm rest.

Caitlyn let out a sigh at Vi's stubbornness. Well, Caitlyn did like that about her...

Caitlyn: "...Again, not much. We did overhear about this 'Mikhail' person being dead. Probably a friend of his..."

Vi: "Or a family member. For all we know, the taxi driver could be with the russian oligarchy... Or a member of the russian mafia..."

Caitlyn: "The russian mafia? That's impossible, they don't have any influence here."

Vi: "Maybe they're trying to expand... Well, enough about that. What else?"

Caitlyn thought for a bit as she recalled what she heard from Y/N and the other man's conversation.

Caitlyn: "...Most of it was pretty mundane. Something about the food being good... There was something about L/N having a foul mouth... Oh, there was something about that man asking L/N to do something for him. At least that's what I think judging by their later conversations. Also, it seemed like L/N didn't like the guy."

Vi: "What did the guy ask the taxi driver for?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Caitlyn shrugged.

Caitlyn: "I don't know. Couldn't hear much because of mum and dad talking to me."

Vi crossed her arms as she began to brainstorm what could possibly be the connection between Y/N and the strange man.

Vi: "Anything else?"

Caitlyn: "...I think that was it. Oh, I might've misheard it, but I did hear something before that. It was in russian but I heard the man mention something about the 'CIA'. And whenever L/N spoke in russian, he'd mostly end his sentence with 'tohvarish mayur'. Though, I'm not quite sure, honestly."

Vi: "The CIA? Okay, now even I think that's a bit far fetched."

Caitlyn: "I did say I wasn't sure. I probably misheard it."

Vi: "Okay, so let's recap. The taxi driver-"

Caitlyn: "L/N." She interrupted Vi.

Vi: "Ugh, fine. 'L/N' came wearing a suit to an expensive hotel restaurant with another man. They both speak russian fluently. L/N calls the guy tohva-what now?"

Caitlyn: "It was 'tohvarish mayur'. I think the first word means comrade. I don't know about the second."

Vi: "So, L/N calls the man comrade and yet he doesn't like him. So there's a possibility that the man's from the military. The man probably told L/N to do something, but we're not sure. And this 'Mikhail' guy is dead. Was that it?"

Caitlyn: "Well, that's all I could clearly hear from them anyway."

Vi: "Right..." She spoke as she began brain storming for anything in her mind. Caitlyn did the same. Though nothing would come to mind because of the small lead.

As the two's minds got to a dead end, something caught their attention. The two enforcers then turned to the back seat. Turning to face Jinx.

Jinx was on her phone until she noticed the two staring at her. Her fingers hovered above the phone screen, not moving at all as she paused. She was like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

The two remembered that Jinx knew the man. He's her new friend after all. Jinx had realized the two's intention. Then again, how could Jinx not listen to their conversation? Jinx was in the same car after all.

Jinx: "Oh don't mind me, you can continue."

Caitlyn and Vi both glanced at each other as they both realized the other had the same idea.

Vi: "Powder...How exactly did you meet L/N?"

Now, Jinx was the one on the spotlight.

Jinx: "L-L/N? Who's that? I don't know anyone named L/N." She spoke as her already pale skin went paler.

Vi: "Y/N. L/N is his last name."

Jinx: "O-Oh, is that so... Uhh... Well..." She trailed off as she tried to act innocent.

Vi: "...Powder, be honest with me." She was practically glaring at her sister.

Jinx: "I- Well, I- Uhh..." She couldn't handle her sister's glare. "Fine, I met him in front of the Last Drop!" She gave in to the pressure. She may have been Jinx to others, but to her sister, she was still the meek Powder.

Vi: "When?"

Jinx: "It was around midnight, last friday..." She meekly said.

'Right after we interrogated him...' Vi thought.

Vi: "Powder, I told you not to go the Lanes at that time of night. Hell, you shouldn't even be going there anymore! It's dangerous!" She scolded.

Jinx: "I can handle myself! I had a long day and I needed to unwind. I accidentally bumped into him outside. He was new and I made him come with me because I didn't want any douchebag to flirt with me..."

Vi: "And you let him sleep at our place?!"

Jinx: "It was 3 in the morning! I'd be insane to let him go out at that time in Zaun..." She pouted.

Vi: "...Did you sleep with hi-" She was about to accuse Jinx until she was cut off.

Jinx: "I didn't sleep with him! Nothing happened between us... He's a decent guy!" She spoke about him. "Plus, he protected me too..." She accidentally muttered to herself. Vi unfortunately heard her.

Vi: "Protect you? From what?"

'Oh f*ck, did I say that out loud?' Jinx thought.

Jinx: "...There were a bunch of thugs... They were probably targeting me. But, I'm fine because Y/N helped me!"

Vi: "Wait... Were there 10 guys? Did all of them have melee weapons?"

Jinx: "Yeah... Why?"

Vi: "Oh my god, Powder, you could have been killed! Those guys were wanted gang members for god's sake!"

'So they were the ones who called that report...' Caitlyn thought as she realized that Jinx and Y/N were the ones who knocked out the thugs. She was working with Vi at the time the call had been made.

Jinx: "Well, I'm still alive aren't I? I'm not so weak that I'd die to to those guys. Look, Y/N's mysterious, I know that, but he protected me! He's not a bad guy. That's something I'm sure of!"

Vi could only sigh at her sister. Although Powder was meek and shy, she was just as stubborn as Vi.

'I can't believe the taxi driver actually cleaned up my place...' Vi thought.

Caitlyn placed her hand on Vi's shoulder and gave her a sympathetic look. Vi glanced at her before turning back to Jinx.

Vi: "...Powder...What do you think of him?"

Jinx: "Why are you asking me? I'm not a detective." She raised an eyebrow.

Vi: "Because, you're actually and unexpectedly pretty smart when it comes to these sorts of things. What do you think?"

Jinx smiled at the compliment before crossing her arms and a putting a finger on her chin.

Jinx: "Other than how hot he sounds when he speaks russian?"

Caitlyn: "Yes, other than that, please." She spoke with a smile as she chuckled at Jinx's reply.

Jinx: "Well, honestly, he's pretty mysterious. He's a taxi driver. He knows how to cook and clean, plus he's cute, nice, and handsome in a suit, so he's obviously husband material. But other than that, I can't really think of anything. He always gave vague answers whenever I asked him stuff when we drank at the Last Drop. He's a good fighter and a decent guy, but I don't have much to go on."

Vi slumped back in her seat disappointed of Jinx's answer. She was silent as she remained in thought. The others soon followed in the silence.

Caitlyn: "...But what does your gut say?" She asked Jinx, breaking the silence. Vi turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "You two are sisters. You're more alike than you think, especially with how the two of you rely on your gut feelings."

Vi understood and turned to her sister, awaiting a reply.

Jinx: "...My gut says he's mysterious. Not fishy. Fishy means that something's bad and Y/N's far from that. But that's all I'll say, I won't help you investigate Y/N." She said as she raised both her hands as if to say 'I'm not getting involved'. "I'm with my homie on this one." She continued.

Caitlyn nodded at her answer and turned to Vi.

Caitlyn: "What do you think?"

Vi: "...I'll be the judge if he's good or not."

Caitlyn knew that Vi wouldn't give up so easily on things like this. If she had her suspicions, she would get her answers. Soon enough, they decided it was time to leave as Caitlyn drove the sisters home.

The ride home was oddly silent other than the rain pouring with no signs of slowing down. Vi, however, was still in thought at what the strange man requested from Y/N. Knowing that Y/N was a good fighter that was capable of being brutal, she could only shudder at what the strange man requested from the taxi driver.

After all, what could a russian military man possibly want from a taxi driver like Y/N?

'...I have a bad feeling about this.' Vi thought.

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3rd-Person POV
Zaun, USA

It had already been a few days since Y/N had dinner with Pavlovich. So far, Pavlovich hadn't contacted him. Not yet anyway... It was already friday and Y/N, as usual, was in his taxi.

Ever since then, Jinx had begun exchanging a lot more texts with Y/N. Some memes, some checking on him, and some a bit... flirty. Though, in all honesty, Y/N just thought nothing of it as he believed that she was way above his league. She is a rift champion after all. Plus, in his eyes, she was absolutely beautiful. Well, everyone around her was. Her sister and the sheriff included. But, he wasn't interested in them. Not for now at least...

Afternoon had come as he drove around Piltover and Zaun, getting his passengers to their destinations. Y/N had decided to pull over and take a quick cigarette break. He parked the car somewhere near a public ashtray. There weren't too many people in the area. As he was about to exit the car, he felt his phone vibrate. He sat back on his seat and pulled out his phone, expecting it to either be from his mom or from Jinx.

...It was a text from an unknown number.

And It read:

'18:30.
Zaun, Slums, 3rd Avenue, 5th Street. Building 13.
Only the stars are above us.
Встретимся там, Товарищ старший лейтенант.'
(Meet you there, Comrade senior lieutenant.)

*A/N: 18:30 means 6:30 PM*

Here it was...

Pavlovich's message.

Y/N: "...f*ck." He muttered to himself.

'And I was wondering why the hell the bastard didn't contact me...' He thought.

He quickly looked around his surroundings, making sure no one was watching. He opened the front compartment of his car and took out a seemingly harmless paper bag. Harmless until he took out a pistol from it, along with it's magazine.

The gun he took from the thug almost a week ago was actually quite well kept. It was a Glock 19. The magazine had 13 rounds. He disassembled it a few days ago to look for anything wrong with it. It wasn't traceable and was in good quality too. The magazine didn't have any issues either.

He loaded the gun and co*cked it, placing a bullet into the chamber and aimed it at the front passenger side window. He made sure that he had a good grip on the weapon, whether it was with one hand or two.

Thankfully, he bought a concealed carry holster the day after his dinner with Pavlovich. He reached his hand to the front compartment once more and took it out, clipping the holster to the belt on his jeans before placing the loaded gun inside. He tucked it underneath his F/C hoodie.

It wasn't the best but it would have to do.

He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes as he readied himself for what was about to come.

'...No turning back now.' He thought.

He checked the time and realized that it was still around 4 in the afternoon. He had around 2 hours left before god knows what type of sh*t he'll get dragged into. Sunlight wasn't very common in Zaun, but in this area however, the orange hue of the sun and the sky were quite visible.

Y/N messaged his boss that he'd be clocking out early, he got the okay and stepped out of the car to do what he originally intended.

He needed to smoke.

He needed to clear his mind.

For all he knew, there was a chance he would die tonight. There was a chance he was probably already dead. He was going into this mission blind and deaf. He didn't even know if he had a team. But he didn't mind. He had already steeled his resolve.

If he could find Mikhail, then it would be worth it.

Y/N walked a few steps to the public ashtray and took out the pack of cigarettes. It was unusually light, so he shook it. There was no noise. He opened it only to see that he was out.

The convenience store wasn't far, but it was still quite a distance. As Y/N had wondered whether to walk or drive, a police car appeared and parked on the street next to him. He didn't know the two cops inside. He saw them pull out some food as they had begun to eat.

Seeing that his taxi would be safe, he decided to walk instead. He turned a corner and crossed a few streets until he had arrived to the convenience store. Where he was going to buy a pack of cigarettes along with some mint.

Unknown to him however, on the donut shop across the road, there would be two cops that he did in fact know.

One reddish pink

One dark blue.

Vi (Violet) POV

Vi: "I know it's a bit of a stereotype, the whole cops liking donuts thing, but I absolutely love these. It is so good." I said as I took a bite out of my donut. f*ck, these are good...

Caitlyn: "Whoever made these deserves an award." She said as she took a bite too. Her hair was in a ponytail.

We were both taking a break from the murder investigation. The day after we had dinner with her parents, on tuesday, we just went around Piltover and Zaun shopping and we ended the day with dinner, just us. It was nice, actually... We had both gotten back to work on Wednesday though and we had a lot to catch up on. That reminds me...

Vi: "...Hey, Cupcake. Could you catch me up on the murder case?" I asked as I ate.

Caitlyn: "The victim was 40 year old Gerhardt Bauer, an immigrant from Germany. He moved to Zaun when he was 28 and he got married a year later. He has two children: An 11 year old son and an 8 year old daughter. The children are currently living with the wife. Now, around 12 days ago, he went missing. Gerhardt's body was found the day after, washed up on Piltover's eastern river, the one connected to the sea. It was reported by a woman who was jogging in the area. His body was still pretty identifiable. He was shot in the head, he had a few broken ribs and a few broken fingers. He had bruises on his stomach, on his wrist and on the side of his mouth. As if he was tortured before being shot. His family didn't really say anything about Gerhardt acting unusual. Nor did he have any bad blood with anyone. Which led us to believe that it's either some sick freak or just gang violence. We have a few suspects but there's too little evidence."

Vi: "...Poor guy. Did anything new come up with the forensics team?"

Caitlyn: "Nothing worth noting." She said as she took a sip of her drink.

Vi: "He probably wasn't expecting it since he had been acting normally ever since then."

Caitlyn: "Most likely."

I could only continue eating my donut as I thought about the case. There was too little evidence to have an actual suspect. Whoever did it knew what they were doing so I doubt it's just regular gang violence. Well, ever since Silco passed, there hasn't really been anyone to lead the crime groups of Zaun so it's all just one big sh*t show. Any gang could've done it honestly.

Well, I do know one thing.

Another family lost a father...

f*ck...

I took a sip of my drink as I turned to look out of the window. I watched the people, the cars, and the city in silence.

I'll make the bastard pay for ruining those kids' family...

I stayed in thought as I continued to watch the window until I saw a very familiar face...

Taxi driver!

Caitlyn: "What's wrong?" She asked as she noticed me staring at something.

Vi: "It's him again."

...Y/N L/N

She turned her head to look. Her eyes slightly widened in surprise as she realized who I found.

God, why am I always running into him?

Caitlyn and I watched what Y/N was up to. He had went inside the convenience store across the road. He was wearing a F/C hoodie along with some jeans and old running shoes.

...What could a russian military man possibly want with him?

I've been thinking about it ever since we had dinner with Caitlyn's parents. There was no record of L/N ever joining any military according to the background check Jayce's connections did on him.

...My instincts are screaming at me because of how fishy he is.

L/N bought something from the cashier before he went back out and headed off to god knows where. This might be a chance to go get answers...

...I'm following him.

I stood up from the table as I quickly finish my donut. Caitlyn just looks at me in surprise.

Caitlyn: "Where are you going? Don't tell me..." She trailed off as she knew what I was up to.

Vi: "Sorry, Cupcake. I'm following him." I said as I went to exit the donut shop.

Caitlyn: "...Goddamn it." She followed after me.

As much as I feel sorry for making her do this with me, I still have my suspicions about Y/N, and I will get my answers.

He beat up taxi robbers who could use magic along with some wanted thugs who vastly outnumbered him.

All in one night.

We didn't take the car since it would be too obvious so we followed him on foot. He was walking ahead of us until he turned into an alleyway, away from the people on the side walk.

L/N's hiding something. Something dangerous.

I look at Caitlyn and she gives me a nod as we both enter the alley way. It was dark, there was trash, a few puddles, and a few strays here and there. We step into the alleyway following him.

I won't risk it, no, I can't risk it.

We both follow him, making sure to stay out of his sight. With each step, we made sure he wouldn't hear us following him.

That's why...

I'll judge if he's good or not.

He continued walking as he turned another corner and we-

Y/N was gone.

As we turned the corner to follow him, he was gone.

As if he had just vanished into thin air.

Vi: "Where the hell did he..."

I walk towards the end of the alleyway and see his taxi on the other side of the road, parked on the sidewalk. He wasn't there. I turn back to face Caitlyn who was walking towards me while also looking around.

Vi: "Did you see him?"

Caitlyn: "...No, I couldn't find where he slipped through to disappear either." Her usually calm expression had changed. Now, she got a bit more serious.

Vi: "...f*ck....We lost him then. See, this is exactly why I'm suspicious of him. We're enforcers and rift champions and yet he managed to give us the slip..." I said.

Caitlyn didn't reply, but she had a look on her face that was as if she finally understood where I was coming from.

This part of the alleyway was quiet. There weren't any strays and there was no sound of traffic. The road in front was empty too, except for Y/N's taxi. We didn't notice it but it was eerily quiet.

Like something from a horror movie.

That unpredictable bastard.

Caitlyn: "...We should probably head back. This place is giving me the creeps." She spoke.

Vi: "...Yeah, we should go."

???: "Did you need something?"

Caitlyn/Vi: "AHHHHHHH!/WHO THE f*ck-"

Y/N POV

The two officers quickly turned back to look at me. They both had looks of horror on their faces. I didn't think rift champions would be so jumpy.

Vi: "Don't sneak up on people like that!" She yelled as her expression immediately changed to one of anger.

Y/N: "And you can sneak up on me?" I replied with a raised eyebrow.

I noticed them following me the moment they both got out of the donut shop. That's why I took a different route. Though, I didn't expect them both to scream.

Caitlyn: "...How exactly did you-"

Y/N: "Pink hair."

It was pretty obvious, honestly. Well, that and she's a rift champion. A celebrity. Of course, I'd notice.

Caitlyn: "Uhmm... Sorry for the disturbance, Mr. L/N. We'll be on our way now!" She grabbed onto officer Vi's arm to drag her away to leave but she didn't budge. "Vi, let's go." I heard her whisper.

I saw Vi grip her hands into fists as she glared at me. Is she gonna punch me? Should I get ready to dodge just in case?

Vi: "...Tell me, L/N, what could a russian military man possibly want with you?" She asked while glaring daggers at me. As she spoke, I saw sheriff Caitlyn's eyes slightly widen in surprise.

I guess she didn't expect her partner to show her cards so early in the game.

Y/N: "So you were eavesdropping that night." I asked while glancing at the sheriff, causing her too look away. I turnback to officer Vi. "It's a private issue, Officer Violet. Please, don't pry." I saw her eyes narrow as I spoke her full first name.

Vi: "I know you're not just a taxi driver, L/N. You beat up taxi robbers and wanted gang members in one night. What are you hiding?"

Y/N: "...You'll burn if you get too close to the fire, officer."

The officer stepped closer, glaring at me.

Vi: "Try me."

Well, she's a stubborn one. I can see why they have her in the force.

Y/N: "...You're a good enforcer, Officer Vi."

A silence enveloped the two of us as she just glared at me, as if she was trying to read me but couldn't.

Caitlyn: "...We're sorry for taking your time, Mr. L/N. But we should go, have a nice afternoon." She broke the silence before she turned back to her partner. "Vi, come on, let's go!" She whispered loudly.

Vi: "Hey, hold up, I'm not done with hi-"

Caitlyn: "Thank you for your time, Mr. L/N!" She yelled as she practically dragged Officer Vi away. Well, they're pretty close.

Vi: "HANDS OFF MY SISTER, L/N!" She yelled as the sheriff dragger her away.

I give them both a small wave and a smile as they leave my sight.

Well, they were interesting.

Never thought I'd have a couple of rift champions stalk me.

I made my way to the public ashtray near my taxi as I opened the new pack of cigarettes and placed a mint on my mouth. I take a cigarette out, lighting it with my lighter as I let out a puff of smoke.

...I guess officer Vi's still wary of me.

Soon enough, I finished my cigarette as I put it out on the public ashtray. The after taste didn't last long because of the mint I put in my mouth before.

I sat back in the car as I waited...and waited...and waited. Until the sun had finally set and the time had near.

I turn the car on as I check the adress that was sent to me. I drive away from the sidewalk as I made my way to the meeting point. The streets had become dark. Only being lit by the street lights.

It was an old rundown building that looked like no one had been there for years, no, decades. I step up to the front door and knock twice before leaning closer.

Y/N: "Only the stars are above us." I whisper towards the door.

Nothing happened. Until a second later, I heard the sound of the door click as it was being unlocked. It slowly opened to reveal a little blonde haired girl who could barely reach the door knob. She was wearing pajamas.

I check my phone for the time.

18:28... Just in time.

She nodded for me to come in. I do as she wants and follow her. The inside of the building wasn't anything special. She led me up the second floor and into a room. She opened the door and pointed inside. I pat her head as I head in.

I enter the room, only to be greeted by a group of people. Probably 8 of them or so. Some vastaya and some humans too. Some seemed to know each other.

At the left side of the room were four arm chairs each facing each other with a coffee table in the center. There were some people who sat on them. At the center was a rectangular table

They all land their eyes at me. Some staring in curiosity and others just glaring. I ignore them all and go sit on a plastic chair in the corner.

After I sat, they all seemed to go about their business and ignored me. Soon enough, the man himself had arrived.

???: "Well, well, well, I didn't think you all would be able to make it!" A male voice with a midwestern accent spoke.

Everyone turned to face him.

Pavlovich had arrived.

He looked around the room until his eyes landed on me. He gave a slight smile as he walked to the center of the room.

Pavlovich: "Well, now that you're all gathered here..." He places his hands on the rectangular table. "Let's get down to business."

*A/N: Eyyy thanks for reading. Total of 4633 words.*

Chapter 6: Out in the dark Pt. 1

Chapter Text

*A/N: Eyyyyy chapter 5 Lezgoooo*

Y/N POV
The Slums, Zaun, USA
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Pavlovich: "As you all know, all of you have come here tonight as per my request. From now onwards, all of you will be under my employment." He spoke as he eyed all of us.

His employment? What about the FSB or the CIA?

Pavlovich: "All of you will partake in operations within and outside the country under my orders. I hope you're ready for that, because from now on, you will be nothing but mercenaries, vagabonds, and nameless combatants. You can forget all about your background and who you are under my payroll."

...So we're supposed to be expendable...

Suddenly, the small blonde girl walked into the room carrying two maps. She gave it to Pavlovich as he patted her head before she went away somewhere.

Pavlovich: "...As such, tonight will be a mission and a test. To see if you're capabilities are worthy to be invested upon." He spead the maps on the table, revealing them to be maps of the mission area. "Ladies and Gents, tonight, your mission is to infiltrate a warehouse in Factorywood and retrieve a USB."

Pavlovich: "After the death of Gerhardt Bauer, one of our agents, the USB went missing, possibly stolen by enemy forces." He spoke as he pulled out a picture of Gerhardt from his coat and placed it onto the table.

Factorywood huh... An industrial area in between the Sump level (Lowest level) and the Entresol level (Middle level) of Zaun... Tons of factories and warehouses there.

The little girl went back into the room and handed everyone files on the mission. Answering the what, when, where and how. I gave her a pat on the head as she gave me my file.

I open the file and see a picture of the warehouse along with a picture of the USB. It also had some info on Gerhardt. He's 40 years old, has a wife and kids, died 12 days ago... The USB has been missing ever since...

Pavlovich: "We've recieved info that the USB is located in one of the warehouse's rooms. I want all 9 of you to go in quietly and get the USB. If you succeed, you all will be rewarded handsomely, and if anything happens..." He looked up to eye all of us. "We won't be coming back for your body. Understood?"

Everyone nodded in reply.

Pavlovich began briefing us on the mission, the number of potential hostiles, the patrols, their routines, the security camera placements, and etc. Briefing us on this operation is good and all... but since this is supposed to be a test, he told us that we didn't have anyone to watch over us. We're going in blind...

*A/N: I had to change last chapter a bit, instead of 7 being originally in the room, there's now 8. Y/N is the 9th one.*

One of the vastaya in the group raised his hand. He was around my age. He was wearing designer clothing. He had dark green hair and eyes, a medium build, and a pretty boy look on his face and was around 5'10. He was a Lhotlan vastaya. He had avian features such as feathered arms and ears. He had a green 'wing' covering his right shoulder too.

???: "What about weapons? Firearms?" He asked.

Pavlovich: "Use the ones you brought." He spoke, causing some eyes within the group to widen in surprise. "If you didn't bring any, then goodluck."

I knew it.

I made a good call with the glock. The FSB and the CIA can't afford to give out equipment to combatants they can't trust. They can't really spend money not knowing if the mission will even succeed, that's why they want to see if we're capable or not.

???: "What the hell?! We'll get killed out there!" One of the vastaya exclaimed. She had grey hair and wolf like features such as wolf ears and tail. She had red eyes and was probably 5'8. She was wearing cargo pants and a hoodie.

???: "I didn't bring any! What the hell am I supposed to do?!" The green Lhotlan said.

Pavlovich: "As I said, goodluck. This is part of the test too, you know? My investors don't want to waste their money after all. Plus, you're a Lhotlan, you'll be fine!"

Lhotlan or not, a bullet going 730 m/s can still kill a vastayan. Especially those magic piercing rounds for magic shield barriers.

???: "So...we're just going in unarmed?" A dark haired asian man beside the green Lhotlan asked. He had an accent as he spoke. He was probably 5'9. He was wearing glasses along with jeans and a long sleeve shirt.

Pavlovich: "Not all of you are." He turned to look at me and gave me a look. "Zenith?" He called out to me.

Using my alias already?

I take out my glock from it's holster, holding it near me.

He turned to the others, making some of them take out weapons of their own. A red haired man took out a combat knife, a female cat vastaya had a 9mm smith & wesson, a black man had a machete, a silver haired girl had a 1911, and lastly, two charter arms .38 revolvers for the old guy in the back.

The three went quiet as they realized they had been the only ones who didn't bring anything. Pavlovich looked around the room, pleased.

Pavlovich: "There are balaclavas, earpieces, and plate carriers downstairs." Ballistic plates instead of kevlar? So we're expecting heavy fire then... "Remember, I want this done quietly, so don't shoot unless you have to. Ladies and gents, tonight, failure is not an option for you."

The little blonde girl from earlier put a plastic tray onto the table.

???: "...Place your phones, wallets, and personal belongings here." The little blonde girl spoke.

Everyone seemed to hesitate as no one stepped forward.

...I walk forward as I place my gun back in it's holster before I place my wallet and phone on the tray.

As I went back to my corner, the rest of them followed as they placed their personal belongings onto the tray, with the red haired guy after me and the old man after him.

Pavlovich: "Perfect. Now, I'll give you all an hour to plan and get to know each other." He said. "Any more questions?"

???: "...Who're we fighting?" The black man asked.

Pavlovich: "That's classified." He spoke before pointing to the red haired man. "Red will be squad leader. I'll see you later." He continued.

He left the room with the little blonde girl following behind him. A silence enveloped the room as everyone stayed quiet.

Even our enemies are classified...

Red walked towards the table and scanned the map.

Red: "...Well, let's begin with introductions. Since we're using aliases, you guys can call me red." He spoke with a smile. He was wearing a simple grey shirt and jeans. He's around 6'0.

???: "J. You can call me J." The black man spoke as sheathed his machete and shook hands with Red. He was around 6'2 and was wearing a dark blue jacket and jeans.

???: "...Fenrir." The wolf vastaya said as she crossed her arms and glared at everyone in the room. A wolf god in Nordic and Freljord mythology.

???: "Mine's Bastet, but really, I much prefer Neko-chan, nyan~" The cat vastaya spoke as she struck a pose like some japanese Idol. The egyptian feline goddess... She was wearing black hoodie and a pink mini skirt. Her holster for her 9mm smith & wesson was hidden by her hoodie. She was probably 5'6.

???: "You can call me Hachiman." The asian man said. Patron deity of the Japanese Minamoto clan as well as one of the gods of war in the Ionian regions, huh...

???: "Silver." The silver haired girl simply said. She was around 5'7 and had silver eyes too. She was wearing a...fast food restaurant's uniform?

???: "You can call me, Apollo! The most handsome of the Roman gods! Ladies, don't fall for me okay~" The green Lhotlan spoke as he winked at the women.

???: "...I never really had a nickname back in my day, so you kids just call me Gramps." The old man said with a smile. He was around 5'7 and was wearing a button up shirt along with some dress pants and brown shoes.

Red: "And you're Zenith, right?" He asked me, causing everyone to turn to my direction and look.

Y/N (Zenith): "...Yeah."

...It's just an old nickname really. Given to me by a friend.

Red, J, Fenrir, Bastet, Hachiman, Silver, Apollo, Gramps, and me.

That's the squad.

Red: "Alright. Now that we've introduced ourselves, let's get to planning." He spoke as we all gathered around the map.

We planned to enter the warehouse from the south eastern side as it had the least amount of visibility as well as it being a blind spot for the cameras. The warehouse had a backdoor there too. We'd have to climb the property's fence from the eastern side as it had the least cameras. The routes of the patrols had been drawn on the map along with the times so we'd have to time it correctly to get past them.

Red: "J, Gramps, Fenrir, and I will be the first fireteam. We'll go to the western side of the warehouse. Three of us will be on the ground while Fenrir keeps watch on us on the catwalk with gramp's extra charter .38. Hachiman will guard our exit." They all nodded as he spoke. "Zenith, Apollo, Bastet, and Silver will be the second fireteam. You'll go to the eastern side. Three will be on the ground and Bastet will watch over you from the catwalk. Same as us. Understood?" We nodded back.

We didn't have cyber superiority, so disabling the cameras might ring an alarm. We'd just have to avoid them.

Apollo: "You got it, dude!" He spoke before he turned to Silver. "Hey cutie, how about we get some drinks after thi-"

He got cut off as Silver hit him on the side, causing him to fall to the floor clutching his side.

Fenrir: "Dumbass." She snickered at Apollo.

Red: "Alright, now that we've made plans, I'll go get the boss with Zenith."

Is everyone just gonna ignore Apollo on the floor?

I followed Red out the room as we finished up planning and went to go get Pavlovich. The atmosphere was quiet as we walked. We barely know each other so it was understandable.

...How much is Pavlovich hiding from these guys? And why? He's been hiding the FSB and the CIA from them too... None of them even called Pavlovich by his last name, let alone alias...

Unless...

Red: "...You know something don't you, Zenith?" He broke the silence as we walked down the hall. That's why he asked me to follow...

My hunch was right.

None of them knew Pavlovich.

These guys are either desperate for cash or they're being blackmailed by Pavlovich. Or both.

Y/N: "What makes you think that?" I asked.

Red: "...Just a gut feeling." He replied.

...He's smart.

I didn't reply to him as we both headed downstairs. Red didn't pry any further.

He has good instincts but he doesn't seem stubborn. Unlike a certain police enforcer I know.

He'll be useful...

Pavlovich was sitting on a plastic wrapped couch, smoking a cigar. The little blonde girl was on another plastic wrapped armchair across from him. She was reading a comic book.

Red: "Sir, we've finished our planning." He spoke.

We both stopped behind Pavlovich's couch, making him turn to our direction.

Pavlovich: "Excellent. Tell everyone to come down." He let out a puff of smoke from his cigar. "...You can stay Zenith. I know you have questions." He spoke as he made eye contact with me.

Red: "...Yes sir." He moved to head up the second floor as he went up the stairs, leaving only me, Pavlovich, and the little blonde girl in the living room.

I need some answers.

Y/N: "...They don't know you."

Pavlovich: "Nope. You're the only one who does..." He turned back to his original position, looking away from me.

Y/N: "And the...?"

Pavlovich: "They don't know about the FSB and the CIA either. Well, those two aren't just the intelligence agencies who've participated anymore."

Y/N: "Who else?"

Pavlovich: "The Chinese, koreans, japanese, most of europe, some of south america, some of south east asia, the Australians, and more. Practically everyone you can think of."

Y/N: "Why aren't you telling them about this?"

Pavlovich: "Can't risk it..."

Y/N: "...Why are you answering my questions then?"

Pavlovich: "Because I know you, Y/N. And you know me..." He trailed off.

Bastard...

Y/N: "I do know you... But you don't know me. You never knew me and you never will. You weren't there that day..."

Pavlovich went silent as he continued smoking his cigar.

I heard the front door click open as it was unlocked from the outside. A woman in a suit came through the door followed by some other men in similar attires.

Pavlovich: "Ah, Heather! Good to see you, darling!" The woman just glared at him as he jumped at her from the couch.

She's the one who got me out of that interrogation from Sheriff Caitlyn and officer Vi... So they were in on this ever since... I should've known.

Heather: "Where are they?" She asked Pavlovich.

Pavlovich: "Oh, don't worry, dear. They're right here."

As he said that, I heard steps behind me as I turn to look. Everyone was coming down the stairs as they saw the new arrivals.

Pavlovich: "Your gear's in the middle room at the end of the left hall." He announced.

Everyone turned to the left hall and made their way. There were three doors. Red opened the middle door and inside were gear lockers, all labeled with our aliases. Inside the gear lockers were balaclavas, earpieces, ballistic plates, and plate carriers.

The balaclava was colored black and had one wide opening for the eyes. The earpiece was basic too. The gloves however, were made out of a tough cloth. The plate carriers and plates were nothing fancy, but they'll do their job.

We all put them on. The vastayans borrowed Red's knife to cut holes for their ears. Luckily, they had earpieces and gloves that we're meant for vastayans, letting them wear it comfortably. We all finished gearing up as we headed back to Pavlovich.

Pavlovich stood in front of all of us as he eyed us all.

Pavlovich: "...Remember boys and girls, failure isn't an option." He spoke as he turned to Heather. "They're all yours."

Heather nodded in reply at him.

She's definitely with the CIA...

Heather: "Everyone, follow me." She turned to go outside as her men followed her.

We all did as she said and outside, there was a black van that didn't have any windows on the back. Behind it was a black sedan. One of her men opened the sliding door on the side of the van.

Heather: "Get in."

Everyone got on the van as one of the men closed it. Inside were metal benches that were placed on each side, making us face one another as we sat. Soon, the drive began as we made our way to Factorywood.

Everyone had gone silent. The blood was pumping and the adrenaline was rising. We barely had anything. We didn't have camera control, sniper support, surveillance on the area, nothing. We only had plate carriers, five small firearms and two melee weapons. Hell, we're still wearing our day clothes too. We didn't even know who our enemies were and what they were equipped with. It was practically suicide.

Tonight, there was a very large chance we wouldn't make it out of this alive.

And judging by how everyone else looks, I'm guessing they know that too.

Either way, failure isn't an option.

Not tonight.

As the van drove, I heard the rain begin to pour.

Well...

At least we won't be heard sneaking in.

3rd-Person POV

The drive continued. Some had grown anxious. Some had become excited. Some were indifferent.

This mission could either end in complete success, or be a total disaster.

They all knew the risk.

But it didn't matter.

They were professionals after all.

That's why Pavlovich chose them.

The rain outside had grown louder and louder as the Van eventually came to a stop.

One by one they got out of the van and eyed the area as Y/N put on the hood of his hoodie. They we're still outside of Factorywood and we're currently in an alleyway, surrounded by buildings. They were all wet because of the rain.

Suddenly, they heard slight static in their earpieces before it became clear.

"Boys and Girls, put on your game face. The operation begins now." Pavlovich spoke through the earpieces.

"Yes sir." Everyone replied.

"And Zenith?" Pavlovich called out to Y/N.

Y/N: "Sir?" He replied.

"...На тебя смотрят зрители, которым не хочется разочароваться. Пусть они гордятся тобой." (...You have an audience that doesn't want to be disappointed. Let them be proud of you.) Pavlovich commanded.

Y/N: "...Так точно." (...Yes sir.) He replied as he let out a breath.

'An audience, huh.' Y/N thought.

Everyone was curious as to what the two had said as none of them spoke russian, but questions would have to come later. They had a job to do.

All 9 of them had begun moving through the alleyways as they eventually entered the Factorywood area. The once residential buildings surrounding them had soon become factories and warehouses as they continued to move, climbing a few fences here and there.

They eventually arrived to the property's fence as they began either climbing or jumping over it, one by one.

They were inside.

Red spotted the warehouse and gestured for them to move to it's south eastern side. Everyone nodded as they began moving from cover to cover, from shipping containers to crates, occasionally hiding from any patrols and moving through the blind spots of cameras.

Y/N moved with Apollo, Bastet and Silver. They had stopped as a patrol was in the area with a flashlight and a very noticeable rifle. They were hiding behind some shipping containers as Y/N held a finger on his lips, gesturing the three to stay quiet.

'These guys definitely aren't common criminals.' Y/N thought as he noticed the patrol's rifle.

The patrol passed by them as the four caught up with the main group. They all eventually arrived to the south eastern side of the warehouse. The lights were turned off inside. Red stepped towards the backdoor and tried opening it, only to see it was locked.

Bastet climbed onto Hachiman's shoulders and peeked through the window next to the door. She looked back and gave them a thumbs up. She broke the window and climbed inside.

After a few seconds, the sound of the door being unlocked was heard as Bastet opened the door. She did a bow and struck a 'come inside' pose.

They all went in. It was dark, but they followed the plan. Hachiman found a place to hide and stayed behind near the exit. Bastet and Fenrir went up the overhead catwalk. Fenrir going with the first fireteam and Bastet going with the second. The first fireteam went to the western side while the second went to the east. They couldn't risk turning on the lights. They still had to be careful. There were hostiles everywhere after all.

The warehouse was huge so there were a few rooms that the squad had to check. Red's group entered one of the rooms and began searching through the cabinets. They found nothing. The same went on for Y/N's group as they searched. They would occasionally hide from some patrols.

The hostiles occupying the area weren't your regular criminals. Sure some looked like thugs, but others were more... professional. The thugs wore suits and were carrying pistols or AK74U's with no stocks, they looked like mafia goons.

The 'classified' enemies were wearing black combat uniforms without any patches. They had tactical gear, balaclavas, M4s, SCARs, AK12s, and Hextech rifles.

They looked out of place.

They looked too professional.

'Guess there's two factions at play here.' Y/N thought.

The teams continued searching for the USB but finding no luck. Y/N's team searched the next few rooms until his team stumbled upon an office. Luckily there was no one inside.

Following the plan, Y/N went through the door along with his team as they searched for the USB. They were having difficulty searching because of the darkness. They went through cabinet to cabinet, drawer to drawer until Silver tried opening the one on the desk.

The wooden drawer she tried to open didn't budge at all. Y/N gestured for Apollo to use his magic since he was Lhotlan. Apollo took a step back as he created a magical feather. Similar to the ones the rift champion Xayah uses.

Apollo gave the feather to Y/N, gesturing him to do the honors. Y/N stuck it to the drawer. The feather was sharper than he thought as it easily cut through the wood. He pulled the drawer open as he reached his hand around the inside.

The two with him went tense, hoping for it to be the right one. Bastet on the other hand, was just keeping watch on the catwalk.

Y/N pulled his hand out and raised up a USB. It was the same one in the file. Silver and Apollo's eyes widened at the sight. Y/N simply grinned at his success.

Y/N: "Command, this is Fireteam 2, we have the USB..." He spoke with a satisfied smile.

The two with him let out sighs in relief as they had found the objective with no complications. Bastet did the same as she kept watch.

"Отлично, Fireteam 2." (Excellent) Pavlovich spoke through the earpiece.

"All teams, regroup and return to the rendezvous point immediately. Let's get out of here." Pavlovich continued.

"Roger that/Roger/Yes sir." Everyone affirmed through their comms.

Y/N turned to the two and gave them a thumbs up. They returned the gesture as they walked out of the office. He looked up to the catwalk and gave a thumbs up to Bastet. She returned the gesture. They were ready to go home.

The operation had gone smoothly.

Too smooth in fact.

If the USB was so important, why would the enemy who took it let it get stolen so easily?

'...I have a bad feeling about this...' Y/N thought as his team had begun heading back.

Unfortunately,

He was right.

The lights suddenly switched on. The vastayans were slightly blinded by the brightness. The entire warehouse was lit up as voices of the hostiles began echoing throughout, yelling about the intruders.

How were they found?

They had avoided all the patrols, the cameras, there weren't any alarms in the rooms nor any electric locks, so how could the enemy have known?

...Unless, someone tipped them off...

Y/N: "...f*ck."

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3rd-Person POV
Zaun & Piltover Police Precinct

Violet rummaged through the paperwork on her desk as she let out a long sigh. She was still deep in thought about her encounter with Y/N earlier.

'Get too close to the fire and you'll burn...' She thought to herself.

Her mind kept repeating his words over and over again. She knew for a fact he was dangerous. He beat up wanted criminals and came out unscathed. Next, the city council and the state government got him out of interrogation.

And finally, he ate dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants in the country with a russian soldier.

'...What sort of taxi driver has those kind of connections?' She thought.

She couldn't wrap her head around it.

What sort of power did Y/N hold that the Bluewind court itself along with the state government ordered his release?

And what did the russian soldier want with him? Ever since Y/N gave them the slip at the alleyway earlier that day, the idea that he was a russian spy didn't sound too far fetched now.

What she didn't understand was why the city and state government didn't mind. We're they working together? Is the state on the russians' payroll?

...Vi let her mind wander as these outlandish theories of hers filled her brain.

Jinx: "Something wrong, sis?" She asked her sister. Jinx was on an arm chair next to Vi's desk. She was eating a donut as she went through her phone.

Jinx usually hung around the precinct. If she didn't have any matches in the rift, or didn't have any work as an inventor, she would often help around the precinct. It was one of the ways she would pay the city back for her previous crimes.

Vi: "It's nothing..." She dismissed her sister.

The other thing Vi didn't understand was how Jinx made friends with Y/N. To her, Jinx was the one who could easily tell if someone was dangerous. So why weren't her instincts going off on Y/N?

Vi let out a long sigh as she turned her head to face Caitlyn's office.

'...At least she's making progress.' Vi thought about Caitlyn.

Caitlyn was in her own office standing in front of a whiteboard that had pictures taped to it. It was her investigation on Gerhardt Bauer. She let out a long sigh as she slumped back down onto her chair. She put her hands on her face and sighed.

'This investigation is going nowhere...' She thought.

She was fine physically, but mentally, the investigation had taken its toll on her.

She couldn't believe it herself, but she actually wanted to get out of the precinct.

Tonight, however, it seemed as though nothing was getting her out...

...Until an enforcer rushed through to her office.

???: "Sheriff Caitlyn!" Caitlyn turned to face the Enforcer. "A fire caused by an explosion broke out in the Factorywood district of Zaun, ma'am. Gunshots have also been heard, multiple of them! There seems to be a firefight going on."

Caitlyn's eyes widened at this news.

'Gunshots?!' She thought.

A gunshot was dangerous, but a bunch of them in factorywood along with an explosion risked a chemical spill. And since Zaun was in a canyon, a chemical spill could easily turn the air lethal in the already toxic city.

This could easily spiral into a tragedy, a mass event that could harm the Zaunite population.

She couldn't risk it.

There wasn't a report of a chemical spill yet, so she had to do everything to prevent it.

Caitlyn stood up from her seat and issued an order to the enforcers in the area to go to Factorywood. She went to get her rifle and gear. Vi, and Jinx got ready too.

Jinx was excited. She hadn't fought with her weapons in a while, so this was getting her blood pumping.

Vi put on her gauntlets and gear as Jinx got her pistol along with a vest. She couldn't take her rocket and machine gun as it would cause too much of a risk.

The three got ready as they got into a police car and made their way to Factorywood. They were followed by a convoy of police cars, SWAT vehicles, and Firetrucks.

The rain was pouring as the sound of police sirens filled the air. The red and blue lights began shining on each car as the police convoy made it's way to Factorywood. As they got close enough to Factorywood, they saw smoke from the fire rising into Piltover and beginning to escape the canyon. In the distance, gunshots could be heard from the direction of the smoke.

Vi: "...Get too close to the fire and you'll burn..."

*A/N: Eyyy thanks for reading lol, total of 4696 words.*

Chapter 7: Out in the dark Pt. 2

Chapter Text

*A/N: Chapter 6 lezgoooo, sorry if the chapters have been too long lol.*

3rd-Person POV
Factorywood, Zaun, USA
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Y/N: "Bastet, the hell's going on?!" He asked her.

The warehouse lights suddenly switched on earlier and now, they were in the spotlight. No longer did they have the advantage of darkness on their side.

The voices of hostiles and the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the warehouse.

"I don't know! I didn't see anyone around the light switches nya!" She replied through the earpiece.

Y/N: "sh*t. Come on, let's go!" He spoke to the rest as they all began running, heading to the south eastern exit.

Y/N didn't have time to wonder how they were spotted. What he needed right now was to get his team and the USB out of the place, and he needed to do it now.

"Hostiles at 6 o'clock nya!" Bastet yelled through the earpiece.

Y/N: "How many?!"

"A f*ckton nya!" Bastet yelled back in a panic as the hostiles appeared, guns blazing as their bullets narrowly whizzed past the team.

'f*ck! How'd they find us this quick?!' Y/N thought.

The three on the ground immediately went behind some wooden crates for cover. Y/N quickly whipped out his glock as more hostiles began appearing.

The gunfire echoed throughout the night as the firefight began. Y/N shot 1 round to a hostile, hitting him in the neck. The hostile fell to the ground, bleeding and clutching his neck as the others dragged him away.

12 bullets left.

Silver took out her 1911 and began firing at the hostiles as more gunshots filled the area. Y/N looked up and saw Bastet on the catwalk, shooting at the hostiles with her 9mm Smith & wesson. She was getting pushed back however since the catwalk barely had any cover. Apollo had begun launching his feathers at the hostiles as well.

"Fireteam 2, this is Fireteam 1, we're heading over to your position to provide suppor-" Red spoke through the comms as he was suddenly cut off.

Suddenly, gunshots began echoing throughout the warehouse from the west. There were multiple rifle shots fired along with some of the Charter .38 revolvers'.

'sh*t!'

"We've encountered hostiles! Ah f*ck! We're gonna take a while getting there, just hold on! sh*t-" Red was once again cut off as the gunshots grew louder and louder.

Y/N: "Don't bother, Fireteam 1, just get out of here, we'll meet you out there!" He replied before he fired 2 shots, hitting 2 hostiles perfectly in the head as their blood splattered to the floor.

10 bullets left.

Suddenly, a mixture of the 'classified' hostiles along with the thugs appeared from the direction of the 2 dead hostiles, guns blazing. Y/N's team took cover before they began running once again. They had already memorized the layout of the warehouse so they would be fine but they couldn't keep running and hiding forever. They needed to get out.

"All teams, this is Hachiman. The south eastern exit is compromised!" Hachiman spoke through the comms.

'sh*t, we'll have to use a different route...' Y/N thought.

"This is fireteam 1. Roger that, Hachiman. Regroup with us and we'll head to the southwestern exit! Fireteam 2, head to the eastern exit and we'll regroup outside!" Red commanded through the earpiece.

Y/N: "Copy that." He turned to his teammates. "You heard the man, let's get moving!"

The team began booking it to the eastern exit until they were interrupted by Bastet.

"9 hostiles at 3 o'cloc-" She yelled through the earpiece before she was suddenly cut off.

They were almost caught by a hail of gunfire from their right. The three on the ground quickly took cover behind some crates and shipping containers.

A bullet had hit Bastet on the torso as she stumbled and fell back on the catwalk. Y/N looked up to the catwalk and saw her shakily stand back up, dazed from the sudden hit. Thankfully, the bullet was caught by her plate carrier.

Bullets continued to fly over them as they realized they were still halfway to the exit. Soon, more enemies began appearing from their south and west. A few were already appearing from the north as well. If they didn't move soon, they would be surrounded by the enemy.

Y/N knew that.

What they needed right now was something to buy time. Something to get the enemies' attention.

A distraction.

Y/N turned to the rest of his teammates. They were still holding strong against the enemy, but Y/N knew that they couldn't keep this up. Silver had just ran out of ammo, Apollo looked pale as his mana slowly drained from him, and Bastet couldn't provide much fire because the catwalk didn't have enough cover.

Y/N: "...Goddammit." He muttered underneath his breath as he felt déjà vu. He knew what he had to do. He'd done it all before.

Y/N quickly pulled out the USB from his pocket and gave it to Silver.

Silver was surprised and confused at Y/N's sudden action but before she could ask, he quickly peeked out of cover and fired 3 shots. All of which hit three hostiles as they fell to the ground, blood splattering into the air.

7 bullets remaining.

Y/N: "Circle around them while I keep them distracted! I'll buy you some time to get out of here!" He yelled, making everyone turn to him.

"What about you nya?!" Bastet yelled through her earpiece as she began casting her magic.

Y/N: "I'll be fine! Silver, Apollo, go with Bastet! She'll guide you from the top!" He yelled as he peeked from cover and fired a round at a hostile, hitting him in the head.

6 bullets left.

Silver: "Are you insane?!" She yelled as she turned back and fired a few shots at the enemy.

Apollo: "You'll die out here!" He yelled as he launched more of his dagger-like feathers.

Y/N: "They'll surround us if we don't move and sooner or later the cops will get here! Just go already! I'll catch up with you outside!" He yelled back.

Silver: "But-"

Before his team could protest, Y/N stood up from his cover.

Y/N: "I HAVE THE USB, YOU f*ckS! COME f*ckING GET IT!" He yelled as he ran to the crate across them for cover with a trail of bullets following, narrowly hitting him.

Apollo: "sh*t!" He muttered to himself
as he turned to Silver, reluctantly grabbing her shoulder."...Come on! He gave us a chance to escape, we have to go!" He continued as he grabbed her and began running.

Bastet turned to Y/N's direction before she cancelled her magic.

Bastet: "...He better stay alive nya." She muttered to herself before she reluctantly began following after the two on the ground.

Silver could only look back as Apollo dragged her away.

Silver: "...Goddamnit!" She muttered to herself as she gained her step and began running too.

Y/N ran north as it had the least amount of enemies. He ran from cover to cover, from wooden crates to shipping containers to storage racks filled with boxes. Wherever he ran, a trail of gunfire and bullets would follow behind him. His distraction had worked wonders.

As he ran, he turned a corner and was suddenly face to face with a group of three of the classified hostiles. They all raised their rifles at him, ready to kill.

But before they could pull the trigger, Y/N immediately rushed to the closest hostile and yanked his rifle up. Y/N swiftly pointed the barrel of his glock to the bottom of the hostile's jaw as he pulled the trigger.

5 bullets left.

The hostile's blood splattered into the air as his body went limp. One down.

???: "sh*t!" One of the two remaining hostiles yelled before the both of them pulled the trigger on their rifles.

Y/N quickly held up the dead hostile's corpse and used it as a meat shield against the incoming bullets. The two remaining hostiles fired at Y/N, only for their bullets to hit their comrade's corpse. Y/N swiftly aimed his gun at the remaining hostile on the right. He pulled the trigger as the bullet landed on the hostile's head, making him fall to the floor. Two down.

4 bullets left.

Y/N immediately followed up by kicking his meat shield towards the hostile on the left. The hostile stumbled to the floor as his comrade's corpse was suddenly kicked into his arms. The hostile attempted to push the corpse off him but was interrupted as Y/N swiftly aimed his gun and shot the hostile in the head.

Three down.

3 bullets left.

Y/N paused to catch his breath until he heard the sound of footsteps and yelling from behind him. Without resting and replenishing his ammo, he began running once again.

So far, Y/N had managed to kill 10 hostiles, using 1 bullet for each of them. Unfortunately, that only landed Y/N with 3 bullets left. Right now, if he wanted to get out of the place, he needed ammo. Firearms. And he needed both quick.

Y/N continued running through the warehouse from cover to cover until the hostile's following him slowly lessened. Now that there was less after him, he had a chance to replenish his munition. The problem was how he would do that. He kept running as he thought of a solution to his predicament until he accidentally bumped into a hostile. Once again, it was one of the 'classified' ones.

'Jackpot.' Y/N thought.

Because of their close distance, the hostile opted for CQC as he swiftly pulled out his knife with his right hand and swung it at Y/N. Y/N quickly stepped to the left as he dodged the swing before grabbing the hostile's arm, preventing him from continuing his attack as Y/N gave him knee strike to the stomach. The hostile was caught in surprise as he felt the air escape his lungs, making him unconsciously drop his knife. Y/N quickly caught the knife and grabbed the hostile by the back of the head, stabbing him in the throat.

It only took 2 seconds.

He was quick.

But Y/N was quicker.

The hostile's body fell to the ground. Y/N took the chance to take his weapons. He breathed a sigh of relief as he quickly took the hostile's knife, pistol, and rifle. Luckily, the hostile had an AK12 with a sling. A weapon that Y/N is very familiar with. The hostile still had two magazines left. Three if you count the one already in the rifle. The pistol was an M9 with one spare magazine and one already in the gun.

Y/N put the two AK magazines in his pockets as he placed the M9's magazine in his back pocket. He took the knife's thigh sheath and strapped it to his left thigh and then strapped the M9's thigh holster onto his right. He put the knife back in it's sheath as he placed the glock and the M9 into their respective holsters.

His heart was pumping as he felt the adrenaline rush through his entire body and mind.

Y/N took cover behind some crates as readied himself to begin running once again.

He was interrupted as some bullets hit his cover, making some small bits of debris chip off from it and fly near him. It was followed by the sound of footsteps and voices that were clearly beginning to surround his position.

Y/N: "f*ck..." He muttered to himself as he gripped the AK12 tight.

He took a deep breath as he co*cked the AK. The mere sound of it clicking caused a grin to appear onto his face.

He had 11 kills and was still counting.

Y/N: "...Everybody just wants to be my enemy, huh..."
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3rd-Person POV
Zaun, USA

Outside of Factorywood, a black sedan had been parked in an alleyway as the rain continued to fall. The alleyway was slightly above the industrial area, giving it a clear view of the factories and warehouses.

On the back seat was Pavlovich who sat with Heather. They were both in silence with the only thing being heard was the sound of Heather constantly tapping her foot on the car floor in anxiety as she heard the gunshots minutes ago. She didn't want the mission to fail after all. They couldn't afford losing the USB.

Heather: "I don't understand, Grigory. Why'd you pick them? We have our own teams for this." She broke the silence as Pavlovich only glanced at her.

Pavlovich: "...If we sent our teams, our enemies could easily trace it back to us. If they knew that the FSB and the CIA was onto them, they could burn everything down just to erase proof of their existence. Right now, we need to make them let their guard down."

Heather: "...Fine. But why choose them on this operation? I didn't get any files on any of those operators. How am I supposed to know if they're capable or not?" She asked as she tapped her foot.

Pavlovich: "...Red was a former FBI SWAT member, J was with Delta Force, Fenrir was with the FSK in Norway, Bastet was with Unit 777 of Egypt, Hachiman was with the Japanese SAT, Silver was with the Danish Frogmen, Apollo was with the Korean 707, and Gramps was a Navy Seal. They're all professionals, you know?" He assured her.

Heather's eyes widened in surprise at his words.

Heather: "No... I didn't know. I didn't get any info on them." She glared at him. "...And the other one. The one you made me bail out from the police? Zenith, was it?"

Pavlovich: "Well, first, what did you think of him?"

Heather: "He's a taxi driver. Just because he knows how to fight doesn't mean he'll survive in the field. It takes more than being a fighter to be an effective operator."

Pavlovich snickered at her reply.

Heather: "What's so funny?" She asked with a glare as Pavlovich tried to hold himself from laughing.

Pavlovich: "Oh, I'm sorry, darling. But, come on. You didn't notice it at all? 'That guy', he's with-"

He was cut off as a large explosion appeared from the Factorywood property causing everyone in the area to look in shock and awe.

The explosion had caused a fire in the area. The smoke rose through the air as it began escaping into Piltover and above the canyon. The fire that engulfed the area raged on, seemingly unbothered by the rain.

Heather: "This is getting out of hand... Wasn't Zenith still fighting there after he let his team go ahead of him?" She asked in uncertainty as she couldn't keep her eyes off the large explosion.

She turned to look at Pavlovich to continue her question, only to see the widest, most sickening smile she had ever seen on a human being. As if he was enjoying the sight. Enjoying the chaos that was before him.

Pavlovich: "Yep. And I'm guessing he's the cause of... that." He pointed towards the explosion. Suddenly, their earpieces went on.

"Command, this is fireteam 1, we've regrouped with fireteam 2 outside the facility. Silver has the USB. We're heading back now." Red spoke through their earpieces.

Pavlovich: "Copy. Get to the rendezvous point. We'll meet you there." He spoke. He never left his eyes off the smoke and the fire.

"Roger that." Red replied.

Pavlovich leaned to the front and told the driver to start the car to head to the team's rendezvous point.

Heather: "...I'll tell them about Zenith." She spoke in a grim expression as the car backed out of the alleyway and began to drive.

Pavlovich: "No need..." Heather raised an eyebrow at his words. "...He's still alive." He spoke with an eerie smile.

Heather: "...Couldn't you see the f*cking explosion?! How the hell do you think he's still alive?!"

Heather couldn't understand why Pavlovich believed so much in Zenith. From her eyes, he wasn't anything special. In all her years in the CIA, she had never seen anyone believe in an operator this much. What did he have that made Pavlovich believe in him to this extent?

Pavlovich: "I don't think he's alive, I know he's alive. He's... one of the few I consider to be above the stars." He spoke as he slumped back on his seat.

Pavlovich: "I can only offer my prayers to anybody who wants to be his enemy." He spoke as he pulled out a cigar from a cigar case attached on his waist. He lit the cigar with a lighter and inhaled. "After all..."

Pavlovich turned to Heather and stared her in the eye as he let out a puff of smoke.

Pavlovich: "...He's Spetsnaz."
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3rd-Person POV
Factorywood, Zaun, USA
Moments after the explosion

Caitlyn drove to the property with a convoy of police cars, SWAT vehicles, and firetrucks. She already had the CBRN team on standby just in case a chemical spill were to occur. Vi was on the seat next to her as Jinx sat on the back. The gunshots grew louder as the trio drove closer. The fire that broke out in the property seemed to be unaffected by the rain as the smoke continued to rise.

'Get too close to the fire and you'll burn...'

Those words repeated in Vi's head.

She didn't understand why they had to repeat in her head now, it wasn't the right time after all. She tried to dismiss her thoughts since she had to focus as she was on the job, and yet the words continued to repeat.

As if her guts were telling her that somehow, Y/N was involved. But once again, she dismissed it. She couldn't just make baseless accusations without proof. She was an enforcer. A professional. As suspicious as Y/N was to her, she wanted to believe in her sister's words about the man. Everyone's innocent until proven guilty after all.

The gunshots continued to echo throughout the night as the rift champions and their convoy drove closer and closer to the site.

Jinx: "...Those aren't pistol shots." She muttered to herself as she realized the gunshots came from a rifle.

Jinx continued to watch the smoke through the car window ever since they had left the precinct. She couldn't take her eyes off it. Earlier, she may have been excited to fight, but now she realized how grave the situation really was. The sheer scale of the incident itself was nothing to be excited about.

Jinx knew that one mistake was all it would take for the people of Zaun to suffer if there were to be any chemical spills. From toxic, the air could easily turn lethal. The possible consequences were... horrifying.

But, at the end of the day, Jinx...is Jinx.

Jinx was scared of the consequences, yes, but she also knew that whoever was behind the chaos was strong.

Dangerous.

And Jinx loved danger.

Caitlyn continued to drive the car as she took occasional glances at the rising smoke. So far, she had yet to receive any reports about a chemical spill. She had hoped it would stay that way when they arrived.

For years, there hadn't been an incident this big. The last time the two cities faced a crisis like this was when some Zaunite and Piltover extremist groups began clashing because of their opposing ideals in 2016. With both sides turning to terrorism to lead their cause. Thankfully, Jinx was the one to stop the clashes, earning her an official pardon.

Caitlyn feared that an insurgency like that were to repeat ever again. Those were one of the darkest days that she had ever faced. She saw fellow enforcers die on her watch. The streets of Zaun themselves had turned into killing zones.

Caitlyn could only shudder at the thought of such a tragedy repeating again. As sheriff of the precinct, she had a responsibility to protect the people of the two cities.

And protect the people she would.

Soon enough, their convoy eventually arrived to the outskirts of the property as Caitlyn parked their car. All three of the rift champions stepped out the car as they wore their rain jackets.

Caitlyn walked forward to approach the first responders and to assess the situation. One of the first responders turned to her direction and gave her a salute. She saluted back.

Caitlyn: "What's the situation?" She asked the man.

???: "Ma'am, according to the locals, gunshots were heard from the north eastern warehouse of the property at around 9:30 PM. A few minutes later, a large explosion occured. And the rest is as you can see. Thankfully, there haven't been any spills from the chempools." He spoke with a grim expression.

'Well, at least there's one good thing...' Caitlyn thought.

Caitlyn nodded in understanding at the man's statement.

Caitlyn: "Any potential suspects?" She asked.

???: "We have reason to believe there are... three groups at play here, ma'am. We've arrested a few goons from the local crime families. They were working together along with the second group."

As grateful as Caitlyn was that there weren't any of the extremist groups present, the local crime families uniting wasn't good either. And having to arrest three sides wasn't going to be easy.

Caitlyn: "The second group?"

???: "The other group they were working with seemed professional, ma'am. We think that they're a private militia of sorts."

Vi took notice of this. A private militia in Zaun? Guns for hire were common but an entire private militia was something else.

Vi: "What do you mean by private militia?" She asked.

A private militia growing in her city was impossible. They had eyes and ears everywhere so why didn't they ever know about this?

???: "The second faction had training and experience ma'am. They were organized and had gear too. Some of our guys that fought against them were ex-military. They recognized some tactics. We tried to arrest some but before we could, they... committed suicide."

Everyone's eyes widened at the man's words. They realized that this second group wasn't just a bunch of common mercenaries.

Vi: "...And they're all dead?"

???: "The ones we tried to arrest... shot themselves. The rest are most likely still fighting in the north side of the property. The fighting has already reached to the other warehouses ma'am."

Caitlyn: "I see..." She spoke as her expression turned grim too. "...And the third group?"

???: "One of the goons said that the third snuck into the property and stole something from the two factions, causing the sudden clashes. Although, it seems they've escaped already."

Caitlyn clicked her tongue in frustration. Three criminal sides fighting was already bad but the fact that one side escaped was worse.

Vi: "...Who the hell are the two currently fighting other than us then?"

Vi realized that if the third side had left, the goons and the militia men should've already escaped so that they wouldn't get arrested. They would've also gotten rid of evidence of them being even there. So why did they stay?

???: "Well... We saw one man on the cameras. The goons said he was with the third. We think he stayed so that his guys could escape. He's still fighting the two sides alone until now."

'One man...?!' Caitlyn was surprised that one man was the root of all the chaos but she took a deep breath and quickly made her decision.

If someone was going to give them answers, then it would be him. As this lone man was the only one left of the third side, they'd have to arrest him for interrogation.

No matter the cost.

Vi (Violet) POV

...One guy did all of... this?

...They'd all risk getting arrested just to hunt this one guy down?

I'll have to admit... I'm impressed.

I'm even more surprised he managed to fight the two sides off for this long. The bastard's either really lucky or really dangerous...

Cupcake's definitely gonna want him for interrogation...

...What did his side even want from this place? What were the goons and the militia dudes even protecting? How the hell did no one even know about this place being occupied by criminals?

There are way too many things that don't add up here...

Hopefully we'll get some answers after this.

Caitlyn thanked the first responder and turned to head to one of the smaller buildings nearby as we followed.

Inside the small building, the leaders of their respective units were present. The atmosphere was grim.

Caitlyn was the sheriff so she was leading the operation.

All of the people present saluted her as she went in front of all of them. On the wall behind her was a map of the entire property. It had been marked with all of the skirmishes that occured so far along with the potential number of criminals and the number of casualties already taken.

Jesus... it's like a warzone in here. It's like when Silco was still around...

Caitlyn scanned the wall, before she turned back and faced all of us.

As good as she is at shooting, it's not her greatest asset.

Her greatest asset... is her intellect.

Caitlyn: "...Due to the current situation, we'll follow an 'outnumber and overpower' principle. I want squads 1 and 2 securing the west while squads 3 and 4 secures the east. Both sides will be accompanied by at least one firetruck and one CBRN team. We're locking down the north side and preventing any fires and potential chemical spills. No one escapes, understood?" She ordered everyone firmly.

Everyone: "Yes ma'am!"

Caitlyn: "Good. We'll have the SWAT teams head in the north with squad 5 along with my team. Once we're inside, we're dividing into three groups. One to the northwest, one to the north east, and one on north central. You're authorized to use lethal force but use it only when absolutely necessary. The medics will be on full alert and the firetrucks will remain on standby until there's no more fighting. There haven't been any chemical spills yet so we'll make sure it stays that way. Everyone will wear gas masks for safety precautions and no one gets in or out of the property without my permission. Got it?"

Everyone: "Yes, ma'am!"

Caitlyn: "Good, and whoever arrests the lone man fighting both sides gets a bonus. He's our top priority. Now, get to your positions people!" She commanded.

Everyone saluted her as they all made their way outside the building. Well, she's certainly the sheriff for a reason. She was a huge wreck when she first became sheriff but I guess there's nothing to worry about now.

A bonus, huh? That doesn't sound bad at all...

Caitlyn turned to face me as she finished giving out her orders.

...She's sexy when she orders people around, I'll give her that.

Caitlyn: "Something wrong, Vi?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow. She must've noticed me staring.

Vi: "...That was pretty hot, Cupcake." I replied with a sly smile.

Caitlyn paused for a moment as if to process what I just said before she suddenly turned bright red.

Caitlyn: "N-Now's not the time, Vi!" She spoke flustered. Cute.

As cool as she is when she's in sheriff mode, she's still so easily flustered. Though that's one of the things I like about her.

But now's not the time to flirt.

Vi: "Come on, Cupcake. Let's move." I head to the exit as she followed. "You too, Powder."

Factorywood's on fire and we have gunmen running about.

And who better than Piltover's finest?

*A/N: Eyyy thanks for reading. This chapter was originally gonna be much longer but I decided to move some parts to the next chapter instead. Total of 4678 words.*

Chapter 8: Out in the dark Pt. 3

Chapter Text

*A/N: Eyy chapter 7. In case yall didn't notice, the first one that were romancing is Jinx. Second Caitlyn, third Vi. (Though the order between Vi and caitlyn might change.) Also, srry if last few chapters have been too long.*

3rd-Person POV
Factorywood, Zaun, USA
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Caitlyn had her arm over Vi's shoulder as she struggled to stand. The two enforcers were bruised and battered, with Vi's head slightly bleeding whilst Caitlyn had a wound on her left leg.

Around them, the warehouse they were currently in had been ravaged by fires, eating away at whatever it could burn.

The heat was unbearable, but the both of them payed it no mind. Right now, they had other priorities as their eyes were only glued onto the sight in front of them.

Jinx was on the floor, eyes focused at the man on top of her. The man wore a F/C hoodie and a balaclava. He had jeans and a plate carrier. Jinx stared at his eyes as he stared at hers back.

Her eyes slowly moved to the man's left shoulder. A piece of the fallen metal debris had pierced it as it began slowly soaking his F/C hoodie in his blood.

Vi didn't know what to do. The man she came to arrest had just saved her sister from falling debris. She couldn't just arrest him either as she already had Caitlyn to worry about.

Caitlyn stared at Jinx and at the man, slightly stunned by the sudden act before she changed her focus to her surroundings. The fire had caused the catwalk, storage racks, and parts of the roof to fall.

It wasn't like this an hour ago. At the moment, Caitlyn only had a single thought in her mind.

'...How did things end up like this?'

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Jinx (Powder) POV
Factorywood, Zaun, USA
1 Hour Ago...

...Do they have to flirt right now?

Ew.

I followed Caitlyn and Vi out the small building as I saw the smoke rising from the distance. The smoke rose up and above to escape the canyon. It's fires were unaffected by the rain.

...To think that one guy buying his friends time to escape could cause this much chaos...

...He'll be fun.

I follow Vi and Caitlyn to a SWAT vehicle as we all got in along with some other enforcers. I guess this is our ride. It's not really comfy but it'll do. The vehicle began to move as we headed to the northside. We were going in north central, basically the middle part.

The vehicle rumbled as it kept moving, slightly shaking here and there. I could hear some gunshots outside. I felt my heart begin pumping faster and faster as the adrenaline began to take over my body.

God... I'm such a terrible person to be excited for this sort of thing.

I know how dangerous this is along with the possible consequences but I just can't help it!

I haven't seriously fought against criminals in so long. These are the only times I get to let loose whenever I fight. There are tons of rules in the rift and whenever I go out in the public, I'm not allowed to carry a weapon. This is my first time in an operation this big too. Sure, I've been in drug busts and raids but an entire Factorywood property turning into absolute chaos?

...I'll definitely enjoy this.

The vehicle suddenly stopped. I guess we're here then. We all put on the gas masks as we step out of the vehicle. sh*t, I can barely see out of this thing.

It was still raining as gunshots broke out from nearby. Suddenly, Caitlyn's radio spoke out as she listened intently.

Caitlyn: "Squad 5's pinned down. Let's go help." She ordered.

Here we go, baby!

We all began moving to their position, past shipping containers, crates, factories, and warehouses. As we eventually arrive near Squad 5's area, I took a step forward until a bullet suddenly whizzed past me.

sh*t, that was close!

I quickly took cover along with the rest of the group as bullets flew past us. A goon from the crime families had shot at us with his gun before he went back into cover. There were around 7 of them hiding behind some crates. We were on their left while squad 5 was on their right. Vi circled around the back as she began powering up her atlas gauntlets.

A pincer attack then...

Caitlyn held 3 fingers up and did a count down, with each finger going down after the other.

3...

2...

1!

Caitlyn peeked out of cover as she shot one of the goons on the shoulder with her rifle. The goon next to him saw this and began running to a different crate in a panic.

Not a good idea, pal.

I quickly aim my pistol onto his leg and pull the trigger, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground as I felt a wave of electricity run through my scalp from the thrill.

Gotcha, bitch!

The remaining 5 with weapons turned to our position before they aimed their weapons and began opening fire. Oh sh*t!

We quickly hid back into cover as we got their attention. Well, now that they're distracted, it's Vi's turn.

Vi took the chance, activating the thrusters on her atlas gauntlets as she rushed towards them from behind. The guy on the left noticed her but she quickly punched him on the jaw, knocking his teeth out. The second guy next to him tried to raise his gun at her but before he could shoot, she sent him flying with an uppercut. The third guy aimed his gun at her as he pulled the trigger. She quickly raised her fists and and shielded herself with her atlas gauntlets as the bullets only seemed to ricochet off it. Caitlyn quickly raised her rifle and aimed at the third guy, shooting him in the shoulder as he stumbled to the ground. Suddenly, the fourth guy showed up out of nowhere and charged towards Vi to tackle her.

Well that's dumb.

Vi noticed this and quickly punched him, smashing him into the ground, knocking him out cold. Ouch, that's gotta hurt. As the last guy saw everything happening around him, he turned around as he began booking it.

Oh, you're not getting away, buckaroo.

I aim my pistol as I pull the trigger on him. The bullet went through his leg, making him fall to the ground as he groaned in pain.

Aw, was that it?

That was no fun.

As the short skirmish ended, everyone seemed to slowly come out of cover with some taking out handcuffs to arrest the goons. Squad 5 took the goons away as we began moving once more, with a SWAT team coming with us too.

We kept moving wherever as we continued arresting any goons we could find. No militia dudes yet... Most of the goons had either pistols or AK74Us which was already pretty strange on it's own...

Where'd they get their heat from? I doubt those mafioso wannabes around here have enough cash to provide all of their goons with weapons.

I mean, sure, this is America, but this many weapons bought from somewhere is bound to raise suspicions...

The police have been on their asses after the reports about shimmer being on the rise again after all. They're not even supposed to have enough money to own this property and yet here they are, raging a war against the police on it...

It's like they have someone supporting them or something...

Weird...

We kept moving and moving as we headed deeper into the north until we decided to take a short break. God, this place is huge.

We stopped by an empty office building as we began to recap on the plans and where we decided to go next. As Caitlyn did the planning and Vi along with the rest of the team listened, I unconsciously found myself staring outside a window near me.

The entire area surrounding us had looked like an urban battlefield. Wherever we went, walls were riddled with bullet holes, smoke rose up as it headed to Topside, rain fell down hard, and the dark sky had been lit up in a yellow-ish hue because of the fires...

Vi: "Something wrong, Powder?" She called out to me as she turned to my direction.

So far, everyone we fought has been pretty boring.

Jinx: "...That guy from the third group... He's fighting off the goons and militia dudes alone, right?" I ask her without taking my eyes off the view.

...To think that those mafioso wannabes and militia dudes are having this much trouble hunting him down...

Vi: "Yeah... Why?"

Compared to the others...

I turn my head to face her. A smile plastered on my face.

...He'll definitely be fun.

Jinx: "...Could you let me fight him?"

Caitlyn Kiramman POV

We took a short break in one of the buildings that haven't been burned down. We had already arrested a few goons here and there and had some of our own send them back. We hadn't come across any of the 'militia' men just yet. Outside, the sound of the rain and the gunshots continued to echo throughout the night. There was significantly less gunshots in the north western side. Most of the fighting was in the north east or in north central.

I just had to choose to come to the middle...

Why in the bloody hell are so many of these guys even here in the first place? It doesn't make any sense... The crime families around here shouldn't have this amount of firearms. That 'militia' too... Why are they here? The crime families don't have enough money to pay for them as mercenaries, so what could they possibly want that they began working together?

*A/N: Caitlyn has an accent so she'll be from england. (Ew shes bri'ish lmao.) Well more like born and raised in England but became an american citizen.*

...But I suppose the most dangerous one of them all is that man fighting them alone. To think that he fought the two sides alone just to buy his allies time to escape...

Brave but foolish.

I'm impressed he's survived this long but if he keeps it up any longer, he might get himself killed...

What did his group even take from two sides to cause this much chaos?

Well, I suppose it's of enough value for them to risk getting arrested.

...Zaun was fine just a few weeks ago and yet why is everything going to sh*t now?

I could only let out a sigh at the predicament.

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted as I heard multiple gunshots from nearby. That was close, dangerously close. Those were definitely rifle shots too...

I check the map of the property that was layed out in front of me.

...That was in the direction of one of the warehouses...

Wait... We don't have any of the SWAT in that direction...

All of a sudden, my radio went static for a moment before it became clear.

"This is Delta 1-1. We have rifle shots on the central warehouse. We spotted one suspect, a man, probably 6'0 in a balaclava and vest with a rifle being chased by a bunch of the militia men, probably around 15 of them or so. We suspect he's the one from the third group. Please advise sheriff." A SWAT member spoke through our comms.

...Well, look at that. He ran around so much that he ended up in my area.

How lucky.

Caitlyn: "Roger that, Delta 1-1. Bravo squad and my team are with me, we'll head over." I turned to everyone who had all finished resting. I guess we're good to go. "Wait for us there then we'll make a move. ETA around 1 minute."

"Copy that." Delta 1-1 replied.

Caitlyn: "Remember, anyone who gets to arrest him gets a bonus. Let's move people!" I commanded as we all began rushing out the building and towards Delta squad's position.

As we got nearer to Delta squad's position, I notice Vi next to me with an unusual smile on her face.

Caitlyn: "What're you excited about?"

Vi: "Powder and I bet on who gets to catch the guy. You want in?"

Oh god, these two...

Well, they're definitely siblings, that's for sure.

I shake my head no as we eventually arrive near Delta squad outside the warehouse. We briefly join their group as we made our plans before we head in. These warehouses are huge... They'd even rival Amazon's.

A few of the SWAT members went ahead as they went to scout where the gunshots came from. The loud crack of gunfire echoed throughout the warehouse as we progressed our way through. I made my way up a set of stairs as I headed to the catwalk with some of Delta squad.

...Alright, at least I can see almost everything here.

"This is Delta 1-4, militia men have been spotted engaging with the lone man at the west. I have around 6 of the militia men here. Watch out for the others." A SWAT member spoke through our earpieces.

Delta 1-1: "Copy that, 1-4, We'll head over-"

A loud bang interrupted him as his blood splattered on my face, his body going limp as it fell onto the catwalk with an audible thud. A visible hole on the visor of his gas mask.

sh*t!

I immediately roll to the side as a bullet hit the spot where my head would've been had I not moved.

Caitlyn: "Delta 1-1's KIA! Watch out for snipers!" I spoke through my comms as I ran through the catwalk as I heard the sound of bullets trailing behind me.

As I ran, I spot one of the warehouse's pillars. The pillar stemmed from the ground all the way to the roof and luckily, it could provide cover on the catwalk. I quickly ran behind it to hide as a bullet hit the pillar, chipping off some debris.

sh*t, I'm practically a sitting duck here...

As I thought about asking the ground team, I immediately heard my comms flare up by the sound of multiple alerts of hostiles as they engaged them. I peeked from the pillar and looked out to Vi and Jinx' position only to see them in combat. I can't ask them to spot for me...

...What now?

I can't just run out since I'll get shot, and I can't even shoot back since I don't know the sniper's position... I need to find where the sniper's shooting at me from but how? I don't have a spotter...

Suddenly, my earpiece went static as an unknown yet strangely familiar voice tried to reach through to me.

"...O...n...On...yo-...11 o'-...sni...per..." A masculine voice spoke as it was interrupted in static.

What the-?!

Caitlyn: "Who is this?! Identify yourself!"

"Sni...per...On...Sniper, 11 o' clock!" The voice went through as it became clearer. "He's behind the red pillar!" The voice continued.

Caitlyn: "Who are you?! How did you get on this frequency?!" I continued my question but was only met with static and radio silence.

11 o' clock... Behind the red pillar...

...Can I trust him? This might be a trap... If I peek, I might get a bullet to my head... But if I don't move, I wouldn't be able to support the ground team... I have to make a choice... and I have to make it quick!

...Ah, screw it!

I'm a bloody Kiramman for god's sake!

Hunting's in our blood!

I quickly peek out of cover and aim towards my 11 o'clock.

Red pillar...red pillar...red pillar...Red pillar!

I quickly spot the red pillar as I saw a dark silhouette with a gun, peeking from the pillar's left side. It fired once on the ground team as I clearly saw it's muzzle flash.

There's you are, you little sh*t.

I aim my eye through my scope as I close one eye, focusing on my opponent before gently placing my finger on the trigger. I take a deep breath as I felt my heartbeat settle as everything began slowing down until...

Everything felt still.

I open both my eyes as I pull the trigger. With a loud bang, the round flew through the air as it quickly travelled towards it's target. For a moment, I saw the figure look into my direction before they were hit by the bullet. A red mist appearing behind their head as they fell down the catwalk and onto the ground.

One, That was for 1-1

And two.

...That's why you never snipe a Kiramman.

3rd-Person POV

With the sniper threat gone, Caitlyn cautiously moved through the catwalk just in case there were other snipers. She headed near the main ground team to provide surveillance and sniper support.

On the ground, the remainders of Delta and Bravo squads of the SWAT were in a heavy firefight against some of the militia men. The SWAT teams were having a difficult time progressing through the warehouse as they attempted to head west.

The Zaun sisters on the ground with them weren't doing any better either. Vi found herself doing hit and run tactics with Jinx covering her back.

As much as Vi hated to admit it, these milita men were good. Too good to be common zaunite gunmen. They were only facing 8 of them and yet they had this much trouble...

They may have been outclassed, however they were not outnumbered.

Vi dashed towards one of the militia men and punched him with her atlas gauntlets. The suspect was launched into the air from the sheer force of it. The other militia men aimed their weapons at her before Vi jumped back and headed to cover as she avoided all their bullets. With their attention on Vi, Jinx aimed her pistol and shot at the militia men. From above, Caitlyn aimed and fired at any she could find. The rest of the enforcers on the team followed their tactics as they slowly began picking off the militia men.

It wasn't a police operation any more.

Their priorities had changed as they realized they couldn't just arrest these militia men. The militia men posed a serious threat...

And threats had to be eliminated.

Deeper within the warehouse, a masked figure with a F/C hoodie and jeans ran through the warehouse. He had a plate carrier on his torso and an AK12 in his hands.

Y/N ran through the warehouse besides crates, shipping containers, and storage racks as bullets began to whiz past him. Using the momentum he had from running, Y/N slid behind a support pillar of the warehouse as he narrowly escaped the bullets after him.

Y/N had contacted Pavlovich earlier, requesting advice about engaging with law enforcement. Pavlovich had given him a negative and told him to just avoid them as much as possible. Though, that possiblity was thrown out of the window after Y/N had already acted as a spotter for Caitlyn.

If engagement was inevitable however, Y/N was told to incapacitate, nothing lethal.

...But right now, the cops were the least of his problems.

Y/N panted as he'd been chased through almost the entirety of the northern section of the property. He was panting, but he was far from what he considered tired. He slowly peeked out from the pillar.

Y/N snatched his head back into cover as bullets flew past, nearly hitting him.

Right now, Y/N was locked in a fire fight with 4 of the militia men. Initially, there were 6 of them chasing after him but he had killed 2 of them earlier. He looked to his left and to his right as he thought of a possible route of flanking the ones after him. His thoughts were interrupted however as he heard something metallic land near him, making him turn his head to look.

It was a grenade.

Y/N quickly dashed towards the next piece of cover as he dove to the ground. Behind him, the sound of the grenade exploding echoed throughout the facility.

Y/N checked his body only to see no wounds from the grenade. He quickly stood up as he began running once again before he spotted a figure a distance away.

Y/N fired his AK12 at the figure only to receive fire in return as he quickly evaded the oncoming shots. Y/N hid behind some storage racks as he unloaded his rifle and checked for ammo. He was running low. Dangerously low.

With a click of his tongue, he loaded the magazine onto the rifle and co*cked it.

He took a deep breath.

At the sound of footsteps, he immediately peeked from cover and fired shots at the source. With blood splattering into the air, the hostile who attempted to flank Y/N slumped to the ground as a bullet went through his head.

1 down.

Y/N quickly ran between cover, hidden away from the hostiles' sights to outflank them before he hid behind a pillar to their right, completely unnoticed. Taking his chance, he swiftly rushed out from cover towards them, his AK aimed and firing. The two hostiles in front of him were caught in surprise as Y/N's bullets flew towards them.

Y/N vaulted over a crate as he kept firing, a bullet landing on the head of one of the hostiles near as his blood splattered into the air, his body falling to the floor.

2 down.

Y/N immediately followed up by rushing torwards the other hostile in front of him, close enough for CQC. Seeing Y/N so close, the hostile immediately pulled out a knife and swung it towards Y/N, only for Y/N to step even closer as he grabbed the hostile's arm, followed by grabbing his vest with his other hand. With a swift change in step and a twist to his hips, Y/N quickly threw the hostile over his shoulder, with the hostile landing on the cold hard cement floor.

The hostile felt the ground hit him as the air escaped his lungs. Without wasting any time, Y/N immediately got on top of the hostile as he pulled out his M9 and shot the hostile in the head, blood splattering onto the cement.

3 down.

Y/N whipped around to his right as he heard frantic footsteps. With his M9 aimed, he fired a few shots at the source of the sound before he immediately ran back to a different pillar for cover. There was only 1 hostile left of the group of 6 that were initially chasing him. Y/N had to end this quick.

On the other side of the spectrum, a masked man wearing a dark uniform hid behind some stacked crates. He had a balaclava and a plate carrier along with a SCAR-H on his hands. He breathed heavily, indicating his fatigue. He was one of the militia men.

He put his hand on his left arm, flinching at the slight touch. His left arm was bleeding. Y/N had managed to get him earlier as he ran. He payed it no mind however as he simply didn't have the time to. Right now, he needed to retrieve the USB. His enemy was Y/N, and Y/N alone.

He saw Y/N's silhouette hiding behind a pillar to his 1 o'clock. He peeked out of cover as he aimed his SCAR-H, firing shots, only to receive fire back, with Y/N's bullets chipping away pieces from the crate. He immediately hid behind cover until he heard a metallic object land near him.

It was a grenade.

Y/N: "My turn..." He muttered to himself.

The explosion echoed throughout the facility, causing a few of the crates and smaller storage racks to fall towards the ground. But Y/N knew it wasn't over.

The hostile had managed to take cover from the grenade as he was now moving across the fallen crates, storage racks, and support pillars, using them as cover. Y/N had done the same. Both of them moving as if they subconsciously knew the location of the other.

Y/N hid behind a pillar as he loaded his last magazine into his AK. He held the AK against him until he heard a faint footstep. He swiftly peeked from cover as he fired, moving forward to hide behind the crate in front of him as he did so.

The hostile took cover behind a pillar as he fired back. Rounds travelled through the air as the two fought. Y/N peeked from his crate and fired. The hostile peeked from his pillar and fired back.

The fire fight continued on until a singular bullet flew through the air, landing on Y/N's torso as he fell to the ground with an audible thud.

Y/N was hit.

The sound arrived to the hostile's ears. As he heard this, he immediately rushed out his cover and towards Y/N's position.

With his gun raised, he quickly arrived towards Y/N's position. He turned to face the crate Y/N used as cover to confirm his kill, only to see no one there. No blood. No Y/N.

He felt his blood run cold as he realized what it was.

It was a trap.

The hostile immediately attempted to turn around and aim his rifle behind him, only to be met with a loud bang. A bullet going through his head, blood splattering in the air.

Y/N pulled the trigger as the hostile's body slumped to the ground. Dead.

4 down.

Smoke rose from the barrel of Y/N's M9 as he fired that round. He had managed to circle behind the hostile with the bullet from earlier only hitting his plate carrier.

Y/N let out a deep breath as he felt his gloved hand across where the bullet had landed.

It's a shame.

They were good.

Y/N was just better.

He turned around to his right and looked up. His eyes wandered around as they eventually landed onto a security camera attached to a support pillar.

It was pointed directly at him.

He raised his M9, aiming it directly back at the camera.

Y/N: "...Show's over."

Bang.

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3rd-Person POV
???, ???

In the midst of the chaos in Factorywood, someone else was watching the events unfold.

A silhouette of a man sat in front of a table, smoke coming from a cigar on his right hand. The room was dark, with the only light coming from the TV on the wall in front of him.

On the TV screen were different points of views from different cameras scattered throughout the Factorywood property. Watching everything from the militia men retreating to the police and SWAT securing the area.

One camera view however, caught his attention. It showed one masked man dressed in F/C almost effortlessly kill up to four of his best soldiers in the property's northern central warehouse.

???: "...We had a deal." A feminine voice spoke beside the man.

???: "We do..." The man replied.

???: "So what the hell is all of this?!" The voice spoke. "If the cops find the way underground that warehouse, we're f*cking dead."

???: "They won't." The man replied.

???: "How can you be so f*cking calm?! I knew we shouldn't have killed that Gerhardt guy. Now the USB's gone and if the cops find our shimmer underground, everything's over."

???: "I know..." The man raised up something in his hand as he stared at the TV screen, directly at the masked man in F/C.

It was a detonator.

The man stared at the masked man through the TV screen as a smile enveloped his face.

The masked man stared back at the camera as he raised his pistol at it, shooting it as the screen went static.

"... That's why I always have a plan."

*A/N: Eyyy thanks for reading lol, i know this arcs been taking a while but dont worry next chapter, Y/N's finally leaving the entire place. Total of 4736 words.*

Chapter 9: Out in the dark Pt. 4

Chapter Text

*A/N: Eyy chapter 8 lezgooo.*

3rd-Person POV
Factorywood, Zaun, USA
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Explosions occured throughout the entire warehouse as it shook the ground, cutting off the electricity as darkness instantly enveloped the facility. Caitlyn held on tightly to the catwalk's railings so that she wouldn't fall as the explosions caused the catwalk to shake and tremor. The militia men on the ground that were fighting them had begun to retreat at the sound of the explosions. Almost instantly, fires appeared and spread from multiple points in the facility.

Jinx and Vi felt the ground rumble and shake at the sudden explosions. Suddenly, they heard the sound of metal creaking. They both looked up to see what it was, only to see the large storage racks next to them beginning to sway.

Vi: "sh*t!"

Vi and Jinx ran in the same direction as the storage racks began to fall and collapse. As they ran to evade the falling storage racks, their team went the opposite way, separating them. The storage rack fell to the ground with a loud thud along with its goods as they all narrowly avoided death.

With the two sisters separated from the rest of the team, they agreed to find a separate way out. In the background, the sound of chain explosions continued until they eventually stopped, leaving only the crackling of fire to be heard.

Caitlyn was confused by the sudden explosions. The scouting SWAT members didn't find any potentially explosive material or chemicals in the warehouse before they came in. They would've reported any to her if there were, so why were explosions appearing now? The only possible answer was that there were explosives hidden throughout the warehouse on purpose.

As much as she needed to arrest the lone man for information, right now with the warehouse blowing up to kingdom come, her priority was the safety of everyone under her command.

Caitlyn: "All teams, exit the warehouse now!" She commanded everyone through her earpiece.

As she received affirmation, she began running the same direction Vi and Jinx took to head to the nearest exit, acting as their guide through the warehouse. As she ran however, she heard something snap.

The catwalk.

The catwalk's wires snapped as some parts of it had caught on fire or were weakened by the explosions. With the snap, the catwalk broke almost entirely in half as it caught Caitlyn in surprise.

'sh*t!'

She felt the catwalk below her collapse as she felt herself fall, plummeting straight towards the ground. She closed her eyes in fear of what was to come as she neared the floor.

Suddenly, instead of the hard cement floor of the warehouse, she felt something cold and metallic catch her amidst her fall.

She slowly opened her eyes.

It was Vi.

Vi: "You good, Cupcake?" She spoke softly as she caught Caitlyn in her arms, carrying her in a bridal carry.

Caitlyn: "Y-Yeah...I'm fine." She spoke with a tinge of red on her cheeks as she realized Vi had caught her.

Jinx: "Could you stop being so horny while everything is burning?!" She yelled at the two as she ran past them.

Vi quickly put down Caitlyn as the three all began running towards the nearest exit. Around them, the fires had spread to the walls, the storage racks, the crates, everywhere. The facility that was once shrouded in darkness was soon enveloped with smoke and an orange hue as the fires continued to burn away the warehouse, the heat slowly becoming deadlier by the second.

They continued running until suddenly, the sound of gunshots nearby gained all of their attention. It was coming from the direction of the nearest exit. The direction where they were heading.

Fully knowing the danger of another gunfight, they reluctantly continued heading to the exit as they couldn't risk staying inside any longer.

The sound of gunshots continued as they neared the area. With each step they took to become closer however, the gunshots lessened and lessened until it became silent.

As they arrived, they weren't met with militia men or goons fighting the police or SWAT. They only saw one man. One man, around 6'0, wearing a balaclava with a F/C hoodie and jeans, a plate carrier on his torso and an AK12 slung across his shoulder. On his right hand, an M9.

One man, standing amidst the fires. In front of him lying on the ground still was one of the militia men, possibly dead or unconscious.

Jinx stared at the lone man as she felt her adrenaline suddenly surge through the roof. A smile slowly creeping onto her face.

He was right in front of her.

...And he reeked of death.

Jinx: "...I guess someone's getting that bonus after all."

Earlier, Y/N had taken out 6 of them. The police had faced the other 8. With the other 14 accounted for, only one was missing.

Y/N breathed heavily as he had just dealt with the 15th one. His sweat soaking up his clothes and balaclava as the warehouse burned in flames around him.

Suddenly, at the sound of a footstep, he whipped out his glock with his left hand as he turned to his side, aiming his two pistols directly at the source.

'It had to be them...' He thought to himself, his weapons aimed at the enforcer and his friend; Vi and Jinx.

Jinx had her pistol aimed at Y/N whilst Vi just glared at him, gripping her armored hands into a fist.

Vi: "Put the guns down and no one will have to get hurt." She proclaimed, receiving only silence in reply.

Y/N's hands only seemed to grip tighter on his pistols. He couldn't afford to get arrested now, but he couldn't hurt law enforcement either. He was stuck in a predicament as the tension in the air rose around him.

Sensing his hostility, Vi realized that he wasn't going to surrender. She raised her right fist as she began charging it's boosters. One way or another, she was going to turn him in, even if she had to use force.

Vi: "Bad choice." She spoke as the thruster on her gauntlet began to glow blue, charging itself. "...Now you have three rift champions to deal with."

'Wait...three?' He thought as he only saw the two in front of him.

Suddenly, he swiftly stepped back as a bullet landed on the ground near him. Caitlyn had just pulled the trigger on her hextech rifle that was aimed at him, the bullet narrowly missing his shoulder, leaving a small cut on his left arm.

She clicked her tongue in frustration as she co*cked back the bolt on her hextech rifle, placing another bullet in the chamber as she aimed.

Earlier, she had stealthily gone to the side of the area as she went to flank him, separating herself from Jinx and Vi. She had climbed some stacked crates, making extra sure that she was unnoticed.

Jinx: "How the hell did you dodge that?!" She exclaimed in surprise as she shot at Y/N who had suddenly charged towards her at tremendous speeds. The bullet narrowly missing his face as it left a small cut on his right cheek.

As she was about to fire another shot, he swiftly grabbed her wrist as he yanked her pistol to the side, her pistol firing as he did so.

Realizing he wouldn't be able to hurt the three with his guns, Y/N opted for close quarters combat instead since he couldn't hurt the police officers or Jinx. It wouldn't sit right on his mind if he hurt her. Lethally that is.

As much as he didn't want to hurt her too bad, he knows enough from experience not to underestimate anyone with a gun. Especially a woman like Jinx.

Before Y/N could even do anything to incapacitate Jinx, Vi immediately rushed in with her atlas gauntlets to help her, the thrusters on them activated as she went charging in.

Y/N immediately jumped back as he narrowly dodged a devastating punch from Vi, who quickly went to stand in front of Jinx to protect her.

Jinx: "Thanks, sis." She spoke to Vi as she rubbed her wrist.

Vi: "We made a bet on who'd get him, didn't we?" She spoke as she raised her fists in a boxing stance. In front of her, Y/N holstered his pistols as he got in a fighting stance of his own. "...Better get my money ready."

Vi and Y/N charged at each other, fists raised and itching for combat.

Getting in a close quarters fight with Vi was stupid. She was quite literally the queen of boxing in the modern world. An amateur fighter getting into a fist fight with a rift champion was already stupid, but with Vi, it could be considered downright crazy.

Y/N however, was no amateur.

As Vi released her right fist to unleash a devastating straight punch, Y/N simply slipped his head to his left as he narrowly dodged the rift champion's straight. Without even giving her a chance to react, he immediately followed up by stepping to the side as he raised his fist for a punch.

'f*ck!' Vi thought as she immediately leaned her head back as Y/N's russian hook narrowly missed her face.

She quickly stepped a few steps back as she processed what had just occured in the short exchange. The man in front of her had just managed to slip past her straight punch and almost got her with his counter; a russian hook.

'...He's fast...Really fast...!' Vi thought.

Without even giving Vi a chance to compose herself Y/N immediately rushed towards her as a loud bang erupted, a bullet narrowly missing his shoulder.

Caitlyn: "sh*t!" She remarked as she co*cked back the bolt on her Hextech rifle, the cartridge case of the bullet launching out from the rifle as it landed on the ground with an audible clang.

She immediately followed up by co*cking the bolt slide forward as she loaded another bullet into the chamber.

Before becoming an enforcer, Caitlyn was widely known for her skills with a rifle, occasionally winning competitions and being featured on the news, both local and international.

With how she aimed at Y/N earlier, she wouldn't have missed. She shouldn't have. Yet she did.

Almost as if he had expected it. As if he had seen the shot from a mile away.

'...I can't get a clear shot...!' Caitlyn thought as she aimed her rifle at Y/N but to no avail.

A stationary target was one thing, but a moving target engaged in melee combat with a friendly was something else entirely.

As she was having difficulties trying to find the right time to pull the trigger, she jumped down from the crates as she went to look for a more suitable position, that way Y/N wouldn't be able to expect where her next bullet was coming from.

Vi and Jinx were still fighting Y/N as the the two engaged strikes and punches with the man. Unfortunately for them however, they were barely hitting their target.

Jinx attempted to shoot at Y/N, only for him to yank her pistol upwards as she fired. She quickly spun around as she threw a spinning hook kick.

Jinx: "Stop grabbing my pistol!" She yelled.

*A/N: Spinning hook can also be called a turning long kick. Well thats what I call it anyways lol.*

Y/N immediately leaned back as he narrowly dodged her powerful kick. Noticing he dodged her attack, Jinx quickly jumped back as Vi rushed in to take her place.

Vi threw a jab and a straight combo, both of which Y/N simply dodged. She immediately followed up with a left hook. Y/N swiftly ducked under her fist as he quickly spun around, delivering a powerful back kick to Vi's torso.

She felt the air escape her body as she yelped in pain, with Y/N's kick knocking her back a few steps away.

As she regained her step, she put her hand on her abdomen as she felt around where Y/N's kick had landed.

Usually, in times like those, her blast shields were supposed to activate. Unfortunately, her blast shields only work if she manages to hit her enemy with an ability, and so far, she had never gotten Y/N with one.

'f*ck...He can punch like hell, kick like hell, and dodge like it too... Who the f*ck is this guy?!' She thought.

Y/N quickly rushed towards Vi to follow up his attack until suddenly, he swiftly stepped to the side as two gunshots simultaneously rang throughout the burning facility.

The bullets coming from different directions, narrowly missed him as they landed on the concrete floor where he previously stood. He glanced at Jinx and Caitlyn's separate directions as he rushed towards Vi.

Caitlyn and Jinx had pulled the triggers on their weapons at the sudden opportunity as Vi was now a distance away from Y/N but unfortunately for them, Y/N had already anticipated it.

Jinx jumped over Vi as she rushed towards Y/N. The earlier sight had made her realize something.

'...We're not missing our shots...' Jinx thought. '...It's just that...'

With a click of her tongue, Caitlyn once again slid back the bolt on her Hextech rifle as she released a cartridge case from the chamber.

'...He's anticipating them...' Caitlyn thought to herself.

Jinx quickly rushed in front of Y/N and jumped.

Jinx: "Let's see how you like this!"

She spun around mid-air as she delivered a perfect jumping spinning hook kick. Her right leg moving at an extraordinary speed as the heel of her boot targeted Y/N's face.

Jinx: "...Huh?"

As Jinx' left foot landed on the ground, she realized that she couldn't move her other foot. She looked at it's direction, only to see Y/N had caught it with one hand as the two made eye contact.

Jinx: "...Sorry about that!" She spoke as she quickly raised her left foot from the ground as she followed up by drop kicking him.

He raised his fists and blocked her attack as she jumped away from the kick with a flip, landing perfectly on the ground.

Jinx: "Ten outta ten landing!" She cheered with a smile.

Vi: "Not the time, Powder!"

Without letting Y/N rest however, Vi charged her gauntlet and immediately rushed in as she ran past Jinx, heading straight towards Y/N as she pulled back her left fist and unleashed a devastating overhand punch.

He slipped past her punch as he avoided it, but Vi immediately turned to her left and followed up with a right hook. He leaned back, avoiding the hook as he took notice of his side.

To his side was Jinx who had her right leg raised high as she prepared to deliver an axe kick. A sickening smile plastered on her face, visible through her gas mask.

Jinx: "Got ya!" She yelled.

He immediately jumped a few steps away as Jinx' foot fell to the ground, smashing the concrete into bits and pieces from the sheer force of the attack.

Jinx: "Tch, you're quick." She spoke cheerfully.

Y/N stepped to the side as a bullet landed on his previous position, glancing at Caitlyn's direction as he took note of her sniping.

'sh*t. I'm taking too long... The smoke's starting to get me...' He thought to himself with a cough.

Jinx raised her pistol at him before Y/N smacked the gun downwards as he avoided another shot. Suddenly, she twisted her hips as she swung her leg, executing a powerful leg kick.

Y/N immediately stepped back, narrowly dodging the kick.

Jinx: "...You're smart too." She spoke with a grin.

Jinx followed after him as she threw a jab in his direction. He caught it with one hand as she tried to follow up and strike him with a pistol whip, which he caught in his other hand.

Jinx: "...I was right!" She spoke with a giggle as the two of them locked hands, glaring into each others eyes. "You really are fun!" She exclaimed.

Suddenly, she pulled her hands away from his grip as she followed up with an unexpected round house kick targeted to his body, making him immediately jump back as he narrowly avoided it. With the sudden distance however, came a price.

Jinx: "Now let's really have some fun!" She immediately aimed her pistol, finger on the trigger.

Noticing this, Y/N immediately rushed back in.

'Let's end this.' He thought.

Y/N: "Sorry, Jinx."

Jinx: "Huh?"

He immediately smacked the gun away as he grabbed her by the shoulder, giving her a powerful knee to the stomach. She felt the pain stab through her body as the knee caught her by surprise. He followed up by grabbing her arm with one hand and grabbing the collar of her rain jacket by the other. With a change in his step and a twist to his hips, he quickly threw the smaller woman over his shoulder.

Jinx felt the air escape her body as her back hit the floor. Knowing that she could get too hurt, Y/N made sure to hold back on the throw, but it seems it was still too powerful for her.

Jinx: "...Ow..." She groaned in pain as she coughed for air as Y/N let go of her arm and collar. "...You really got me there..."

Vi: "Powder!" She immediately rushed in to avenge her sister, going in to throw a powerful straight punch.

Y/N immediately jumped away from Jinx as Vi followed him. He swiftly slipped past the straight punch as Vi followed up with a left hook. He immediately ducked under her fist as he felt the air whoosh around him from the sheer force of Vi's punches. Finishing the combo, Vi quickly followed up with a right upper cut, making Y/N immediately lean back as he narrowly avoided the deadly swing.

Now, it was Y/N's turn.

Y/N: "Sorry, officer."

He quickly stepped in as he raised his left fist, throwing a powerful left hook to her body.

Vi grunted in pain, immediately feeling pain stab through her liver as she felt Y/N's fist meet with the right side of her torso. Her eyes wide from the sudden shock of pain as she immediately stepped back, her fists still raised in a fighting position.

Without even letting the pain subside, Y/N followed after her as he raised his right leg, using his left foot as a pivot and throwing a perfect muay thai roundhouse kick.

With Vi still incapacitated from the pain, she raised her fists to block the incoming kick.

But that wasn't enough.

Crack.

As Y/N's right shin made impact on her left atlas gauntlet, something cracked. The sheer force of the kick broke the atlas gauntlet into multiple shards and pieces as the kick went through, knocking the entire gauntlet away from Vi's hand as Vi herself was thrown to the ground.

With the two on the ground, being the only one left standing from the fighting posed a threat to Y/N. It made him stand out through the smoke and fire.

And there was no greater threat than the Sheriff of Piltover herself.

With the sudden opening, Caitlyn pulled the trigger as her shot had just released her 90 caliber net, knocking her back a few steps away from the recoil. A round that was originally designed and created to capture criminals but was cancelled as the sheer force of it could cause severe harm to the target. Greatly harming the average criminal.

The 90 caliber net was only limited to the rift as the other rift champions could handle the damage, but tonight, she made an exception.

Right now, the man she had set her eyes on, was far from average. Having taken down two rift champions on his own without any weapons, magic, or abilities, calling him average would have been an insult.

The round traversed through the air as it headed towards Y/N. Mid-air, the round divided and scattered into 4 equal shards, revealing a golden colored net from inside it.

The golden net spread wide as it neared Y/N, ready to incapacitate him with all it's might as he realized the net was spread too wide to dodge.

'sh*t!'

The net immediately wrapped itself around Y/N as it caught him, the force from the net knocking him back behind some crates that hadn't been burned yet. The force from the knock back was enough to make anyone unconscious.

In the rift, the net would only slow its target, but to a human without a summoner's blessings and protection, it was definitely powerful.

Caitlyn: "Got him!" She spoke in relief as her net had caught him.

Vi and Jinx shakily stood up from the ground, still struggling from the pain of Y/N's earlier strikes.

Vi: "...You alright, Pow-pow?" She asked her sister.

Jinx: "...Well...It was fun at least." She spoke softly through the pain. "But I should be asking you that instead." She continued.

Vi looked down to the floor as she eyed the damage on her broken atlas gauntlet. Thankfully, it was just a prototype from Vaido Violante, it was expected to break at some point. Well, that and she had spares available. She looked down onto her bare hand that previously wore the gauntlet, staring at its many scars, it's rough texture, and calluses. Not once did any of their attacks hit. After becoming a rift champion, she thought that she had reached the top, she was strong after all, she could finally live out the life of freedom she never had...

But now she understood.

She was still far, far away from it.

Jinx had her eyes focused on the direction Y/N was knocked back to. She had fought in multiple battles many times, both inside and outside the rift. Multiple times she had brushed against death, multiple times she had faced amazing enemies, multiple times she had faced both victory and defeat. But this time...was different.

Jinx: "...He..." She spoke, her expression of childlike joy gone, replaced by one of dread and frustration. "...He was holding back."

Vi: "What do you mean?" She asked as she turned to look at Jinx.

Jinx: "...He never used his guns, he never broke any limbs, he never did anything too lethal. It's as if..."

Vi: "...As if he wasn't trying to kill us." She spoke as she had caught on to what Jinx was saying.

Jinx gripped her fists tighter in frustration as she arrived to that thought. She didn't hate many things, but one of the things she had absolute hatred for was being underestimated, to be looked down upon by her opponent. She didn't like it when people thought of her as weak. She didn't like to be told that she was weak.

She didn't like to be weak.

She absolutely despised it.

And to think that the opponent who had driven her to that extent was holding back the entire time, made her blood boil. She had one absolute unspoken rule when fighting. It applied to both her and her opponents.

It was to never hold back.

Though, that wasn't the only way this fight was different. Why? Because he felt...familiar.

His height.

His E/C eyes.

The way he fought.

It was as if she had seem him before.

It wasn't well known to others, but Jinx had a very good memory. Especially when it came to people she liked.

As much as she thought however, she couldn't place her finger on it. He was wearing a balaclava after all.

Silence had enveloped them, the only sound to be heard was the crackling of the fire from the burning warehouse around them.

As Vi stepped forward to head to Y/N's direction to arrest him, she realized something.

'What's taking Caitlyn so long to get here?' She thought to herself as she began to turn around.

???: "DON'T f*ckING MOVE!" A voice yelled, echoing throughout the area.

Jinx and Vi both whipped around as they turned to look at the source. In front of them, quite a distance away, was one of the militia men, holding Caitlyn in front of him as he had his M9 pointed to her head.

His uniform was bloodied as well as his balaclava. Vi realized it was the one on the floor earlier, the one that she thought was killed by Y/N.

'f*ck, he was still alive...' She thought.

???: "Drop your f*cking weapons right now or I'll blow this bitch's head off!" He yelled.

Caitlyn: "Don't listen to him!" She protested.

???: "Shut up!" He yelled at her before turning to the two in front of him. "Better drop your f*cking gauntlet, Pinkie! You too, loose cannon! Or else this topsider ain't leaving this place alive!" He continued as he held the gun against her head.

The two only seemed to tighten the grip on their weapons as they tried to think of a way to rescue Caitlyn from the sudden hostage-taker. Around them, the warehouse's metal frame began to creak as some parts of it had slowly begun collapsing.

???: "Not gonna listen, eh? Alright then." He lowered his M9. "...How about this?"

He pulled the trigger, shooting Caitlyn by her left leg as she screamed in pain.

Vi: "No!" She yelled. "...f*ck, alright! Just don't hurt her!"

'sh*t...!' Vi slowly took off her remaining gauntlet as she dropped it onto the floor before slowly raising both of her hands.

Jinx clicked her tongue as she dropped her gun, raising her hands as well.

???: "Good... But you know, you enforcers have been making things real tough for us. With your shimmer raids and what not. Plus, you three have put a f*ckton of my friends behind bars..." He raised his gun, once again aiming it at Caitlyn's head as he put his finger on the trigger. Seeing this, Vi immediately began running to Caitlyn to get her as Jinx tried to get her gun, but they were still too slow. "No one would blame me if I get some payback, right?"

Vi: "No, dont!"

Bang.

A gunshot rang throughout the area.

Caitlyn turned to her right to look at the militia man who held her hostage, only to see a hole on the militia man's forehead. He let go of her as his body slumped to the ground with an audible thud. This time, he was dead for good.

Vi ran towards Caitlyn who was standing shakily, struggling from the shock and the gunshot wound on her leg.

Vi quickly caught Caitlyn in her arms as she held her, relieved at her safety.

Jinx watched the two, her breath still heavy as she panted, her gun in her hands. But she didn't pull the trigger.

She was too slow to even get it.

She knew that.

Everyone did.

So who?

The three women slowly turned around to face the source of the gunshot.

Standing between the crates, M9 in hand, was the lone man himself. Smoke rose from the barrel of Y/N's M9. He had just managed to cut the net off him with his knife just in time as he pulled out his own gun, shooting the militia man and saving Caitlyn.

Now, Jinx realized.

The way he moved, his height, his eyes, the way he stood, and the way he fought. Only a single person came to Jinx's mind, the realization making her pause in shock.

'...Y/N...?'

The three all stared at him as he slowly put the gun down, holstering it. The places where the net had caught him had managed to cut him, making his body and F/C hoodie bleed slightly.

Suddenly, the creaks and tremors of the warehouse grew louder and louder, getting closer and closer to their position.

Until Y/N realized, the next place of the warehouse to collapse, was their area.

Suddenly, a loud tremor echoed loudly throughout their area as some bits and pieces of metal had begun to fall.

Vi quickly put Caitlyn's arm over her shoulder as she tried to get themselves out of the collapsing warehouse through the exit doors in front of her. She paused however, as she realized that Jinx wasn't with her.

Vi: "Powder?" She turned around only to see Jinx still staring at Y/N as if she was in a daze. "Powder, come on! We have to get out of here!"

Jinx didn't hear her however. Right now, the sound of everything was muffled. Her heart had begun beating faster and faster, her breathing growing rapid and unstable, making the visor on her gas mask fog up, simply adding to her panic. Her chest becoming tighter, her knees becoming weak. She felt her hands shake and tremble, sweating even.

A panic attack.

All from the realization that Y/N, her new friend... had betrayed her so quickly.

Suddenly, a loud tremor occured right above Jinx as the metal framing of the area began to collapse, falling directly to Jinx's location.

Vi: "Powder!"

Y/N immediately pushed Jinx out of the way, the two of them knocked onto the ground as he landed on top of her.

Caitlyn had her arm over Vi's shoulder as she struggled to stand. Around them, the warehouse they were currently in had been ravaged by fires, eating away at whatever it could burn.

The heat was unbearable, but the both of them payed it no mind. Right now, their eyes were only glued onto the sight in front of them.

Jinx was on the floor, eyes focused at the man on top of her. She stared at his eyes as he stared at hers back.

Her eyes slowly moved to Y/N's left shoulder. A piece of the fallen metal debris had pierced it as it began slowly soaking his F/C hoodie in his blood.

Vi didn't know what to do. The man she came to arrest had just saved her sister from falling debris. She couldn't just arrest him either as she already had Caitlyn to worry about.

Caitlyn stared at Jinx and at the man, still slightly stunned by his sudden acts of valor. Saving both her and Jinx. Saving two out of the three women before him from imminent danger.

She then changed her focus to her surroundings. The fire had caused the catwalk, storage racks, and parts of the roof to fall. Even the metal frames.

It wasn't like this an hour ago, was it?

'...How did things end up like this?' Caitlyn thought to herself.

Y/N: "Jinx!" He yelled, snapping her out of her daze. She still felt panicked, but this time, she was all focused on him. "Look at me." She stared at him through the visor of her gas mask, some strands of her hair covering her view. He gently moved the strands of hair away from her visor as he locked eyes with her. "...You have to get out of here, okay?" He spoke gently.

At his gentle voice, her breathing slowly began to stabilize. He stood up, grabbing her arm as he pulled her up. Suddenly, he pushed her a few steps away as he took a few steps back. A large metal beam had fallen between them, separating the two as the warehouse burned around them.

Vi: "Powder!" She yelled, causing Jinx to turn around. She looked at Y/N, across the metal beam before turning to Jinx. "...We have to go."

Jinx: "Y-Yeah..." She turned around as she began running towards Vi and Caitlyn near the already opened exit doors. As she ran however, she turned her head to the side, for one last look at Y/N.

Once again, he locked eyes with her. His E/C eyes engraving themselves onto her memory before he stepped back as he disappeared into the flames and the fire. Disappearing through the smoke of the burning warehouse as Jinx, Caitlyn and Vi left the building.

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3rd-Person POV
Zaun, USA

Silver: "It's already been an hour! We have to come back for him!" She yelled at Red who stood in front of her.

The entire squad, except Y/N and J, was resting on the alleyway where the van had parked, they all had their balaclavas off as the small blonde girl with them was tending to their wounds. The rain had slowly began to stop as the smoke from the Factorywood property rose up to escape the canyon of Zaun. The smoke itself would be carried to Piltover by the wind as it reached the land above.

Red: "Commander gave us orders to stay, so we'll stay."

Silver: "Commander my ass! We barely even know the guy. Hell, we're only here since we need his money!" She turned to her squad mates. "Bastet, say something!"

The feline vastaya stayed quiet as the little blonde girl tended to her wounds. Earlier, the squad had been ambushed by some hostiles as they tried to escape. None died but many were wounded.

Apollo: "No offense, Silver, but you saw the two explosions didn't you? I don't think even a rift champion would survive that."

Silver: "...So we're just gonna sit here and mope around while he burns away in that place?! I can't believe you'd say that after Zenith sacrificed himself for us! Some Lhotlan you are, you're just a f*cking coward." She spoke with venom in her voice as Apollo widened his eyes in shock at her words. "What? Did I hit a nerve?"

Apollo: "...Coward? Well, I'd rather be a coward than some suicidal Freljordian bitch like you!" He retorted. "Yeah, I know I'm not the bravest, or the strongest, or the smartest, but I did my part alright! At least I'm trying to not get any more of us f*cking killed out there!"

J: "...That's enough." He spoke loudly, causing everyone to turn to his direction.

He was carrying some plastic bags, with him was Pavlovich smoking a cigar along with Heather.

Pavlovich: "Jesus, I go to the convenience store to get J some groceries and here you are fighting like dogs." He spoke with a chuckle.

Heather: "I paid for it."

J: "Thank you, ma'am." He replied to her as he walked over to the van and placed the plastic bags inside.

Silver: "Sir, permission to go back there and get Zenith?" She asked Pavlovich as she turned towards him.

Pavlovich: "Denied."

Silver: "Denied?! But why?! Even scouting around the property away from the cops will do! We can't just leave him there to die!"

Pavlovich: "...Silver, I denied your request because-"

???: "I won't need it." A voice spoke opposite their direction, finishing Pavlovich's sentence.

Some of the group whipped out their weapons at the sudden voice. As they all turned to look at the source, their eyes landed on a single man, in a plate carrier and a balaclava, bleeding from his left shoulder.

Y/N: "I told you I'd catch up, didn't I?." He spoke to Silver.

Everyone's eyes widened at his sudden appearance.

Silver: "You're..."

Apollo: "....Alive?"

Two explosions, goons from the mob, classified hostiles, SWAT teams, and cops, he had survived everything the Factorywood property threw at him.

Pavlovich: "Chechnya, Syria, Donbas, and now Zaun? Those places threw everything they had at you and yet you still live." He gave off an eerie smile in an attempt to tease him. Y/N however, didn't react. "Well...They don't call you Zenith for no reason, do they?"

Zenith, the time at which something is most successful. The highest point. The peak of greatness itself.

Y/N: "...I have 4 demands."

Pavlovich: "Say it." He spoke as he took a puff out of his cigar.

Y/N: "We didn't lose anyone. I want everyone to get a 25% bonus on that."

Pavlovich: "Granted." He replied as Heather glared at him.

Y/N: "I came into this operation with 13 bullets. Some of us came with nothing. I couldn't risk buying ammo since I knew we'd have eyes watching us everywhere. Whether they're police or not. I want everyone to get another 25 on that. Total at 50."

Pavlovich: "Granted." He spoke, Heather simply glared at him harder.

Y/N: "Third, if you're gonna put hidden cameras on our balaclavas, you should tell us beforehand next time."

At his words, everyone grabbed their balaclavas, slowly finding cameras on each one as they scanned it. Some faces going pale as they realized that the whole operation was being monitored.

Pavlovich: "Can't promise anything on that." He spoke with a chuckle. "What else?"

Y/N: "I want a 100% bonus for me alone." He spoke, making Pavlovich scoff.

Pavlovich: "What for? For holding the enemy by the gates?"

Y/N: "No." He pulled out a small grey pouch from his hoodie's pocket. "For this." He threw the pouch towards Pavlovich as he caught it.

Pavlovich opened the pouch as his eyes went wide. Everyone waited in anticipation and curiosity as they wondered what was inside. He reached his hand inside the pouch as he pulled something out.

A vial of shimmer.

He held the vial in the air as he eyed it. Everyone's eyes had widened in shock and surprise at the sight. It was shimmer in it's purest form. A bright pink colored liquid that seemed to shine, even in the darkest of nights.

A vial of shimmer with that quality would cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, maybe even millions. And that was just by the vial.

A liquid capable of healing the deadliest of wounds, capable of fueling the best of technology, capable of turning the sanest man mad.

Pavlovich eyes gazed upon the vial, mesmerized by its beauty. Right now, he was quite literally holding pink gold.

Y/N: "There's more in the pouch."

Pavlovich took out some folded papers, some seemed to be from paperwork and others to be small maps with marks on them. As he unfolded them, his eyes went wider as he showed the contents to Heather.

Her eyes went wide as her jaw almost dropped as she took in the information on the paper.

Heather: "...Make that 200%, Zenith."

Y/N smirked at the increase of his bonus as the little blonde girl walked into the area with a small tray, all containing their wallets and their phones.

???: "Here." She spoke as she first handed Y/N his belongings before she went to everyone else and gave them theirs.

Suddenly, the sound of multiple notifications appeared on their phones.

They all turned it on to see what it was about, only to see two notifications, a message from an unknown number and the other from their banks.

The notifications simply stated two things, the message stated that an alternate account was created for them along with the pin and etc., and the second being their banks notifying them about tens of thousands of dollars being deposited into their alternate accounts. 75,000 american dollars to be exact.

In one night, they had earned more than the average american does in a year. Some went pale, some were indifferent, while others could now realize just how much was at risk.

Compared to the others however, Y/N received a different number. Vastly different.

150,000 dollars.

In a single night, he earned 150, 000 dollars. All for an operation that risked their lives and costed the lives of a dozen others.

Was it worth it?

For him, it definitely was.

Another notification appeared on his phone. It was a message from another unknown number, on it was a list of places. All fairing from the likes of concrete cities to deserts of the middle east to the jungles of south america and south east asia. At at the end of each location listed on the text, was a photograph.

All of them, photos from around the world, contained one common face.

The man where this all began.

Mikhail.

*A/N: Eyyy thanks for reading, sorry for the really long update lol, I had to rewrite a lot of this chapter lol. total of 6750 words.*

Chapter 10: Under Pressure

Chapter Text

*A/N: Eyyy chapter 9, lezgooo.*

3rd-Person POV
Bluewind Court, Piltover, USA
1 Week Later...
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"Sheriff!"

"Sheriff, over here!"

"Sheriff Kiramman!"

The reporters called out to her loudly as the camera lights flashed. To answer to the recent events regarding Factorywood, a press conference was being held for Caitlyn on that Thursday morning.

Caitlyn: "One question at a time please." She spoke through the microphone as she stood behind a podium on stage. She pointed at one of the reporters. "Yes, you in the pink."

???: "Sheriff Kiramman, I'm Jessica Denvers, from CNN. What or who would you say to be suspected to be behind the Factorywood incident that occured one week ago?"

Caitlyn: "As I said to the Fox news reporter earlier, we received reports about gunshots and an explosion in the area. As we arrived, multiple suspects were engaged in a gun fight. We have reason to believe that this was caused by... growing distrust among Zaun's criminal families, a gang fight. However, investigations are still underway." She answered, albeit a little hesitantly. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice.

Caityn lied through her teeth, hiding the fact about the militia men or Y/N's group ever being present that night. With each reporter she lied to, she felt her heart sting as the guilt consumed her little by little.

The reporter sat down as Caitlyn pointed at another reporter.

???: "Sheriff, I'm Jason Beckham from MSNBC. With 7 enforcers dead and 15 others wounded, how do you feel about the recent loss of Lt. Richard Samuels AKA Delta 1-1 during the operation? Also, with the amount of officers and SWAT members present during the operation, there have been theories saying that this was no simple gang war. Would you care to elaborate?"

Caitlyn: "We greatly grieve the loss of Lt. Samuels as well as the deaths of fellow enforcers. I send my condolences to their families. Having arrested up to 43 suspects that night, we'll make sure to continue investigating this incident thoroughly and send all of the criminals involved to justice to ensure that an incident of this degree will never happen again. For the second question, large amounts of personnel were involved due to the risk of potential chemical spills and fires. SWAT teams were also used due to how dangerous the armed suspects were."

The reporter tried to continue with another question but was shut down as another reporter took his place.

???: "Sheriff, I'm Samatha Manns, from Piltover Morning News. With your recent leg wound during the Factorywood incident, will you be refraining from participating in the upcoming Piltover-Zaun Rift Games?"

Caitlyn: "No, I wil still be participating in the Rift games. But, please keep the questions focused on the Factorywood inciden-" She paused as an enforcer came to her side and whispered something to her ear. She turned back to the reporters. "...I'm sorry, but that's all the time I have for today, have a good day everyone."

She left the stage shortly after as she went to exit the building and getting on a nearby van, surrounded by other enforcers with her as she was followed by all the reporters.

"Sheriff Kiramman, what about the rumors of other criminal groups involved?!"

"Sheriff, do you believe that the involvement of former criminal, Jinx, had hindered this operation?!"

"Sheriff, what about the two explosions in the property?!"

"Sheriff, do you feel responsible for the deaths of the 7 enforcers?!"

"Sheriff, were the Firelights involved in the incident?!"

"Are you lying to us, Sheriff?!"

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3rd-Person POV
Piltover, USA

"Sheriff Kiramman stated that they had received reports about gunshots and an explosion in the area. As they arrived, they saw multiple suspects were engaged in a gun fight. Investigations are still underway, however, they believe that this was caused by growing distrust among Zaun's criminal families. Now, her answer during the press conference has caused some recent controversy..."

The radio channel kept playing as it's hosts were discussing the results of Caitlyn's press conference along with their own theories and renditions about the Factorywood Incident.

Y/N kept his right hand on the steering wheel of his taxi, listening intently to the news. Around him, cars filled the highway as the traffic of the morning rush put every car to a halt.

'She didn't say anything about us...' Y/N thought.

???: "Хезер уже разобрался с этим." (Heather already dealt with it.)

A masculine voice spoke from the backseat of his taxi. Y/N directed his eyes up to his rear view mirror to get a view of the person on the right side backseat.

Pavlovich: "После того, что случилось на прошлой неделе, осторожность не помешает." (After what happened last week, caution won't hurt.) He spoke as he eyed his nails. "Ты согласны, Y/N?" (Wouldn't you agree, Y/N?)

Y/N remained in silence as he kept his eyes on the road.

Pavlovich: "150,000 american dollars." He spoke out. "That's a lot of money. How'd you spend it?"

Y/N: "You know how I spent it." He replied, a touch of venom in his tone.

Pavlovich: "Right, right, your family's debt..." He said, looking out the car window. "...Say, why don't you put the gun away?"

Pavlovich's eyes trailed down to Y/N's right side, staring at the barrel of the M9 pointed at him. Y/N's right hand may have been on the steering wheel, but his left arm was crossed on his body, his hand holding an M9 pointed directly at Pavlovich.

At that range, Y/N wouldn't miss.

Y/N: "Не отдам, пока не ответишь на вопрос." (Not until you answer my question.)

Pavlovich: "Which one? How I found you? How's your old team? Or..." He turned his head, facing Y/N's direction. "...How I know about Mikhail?"

His words simply made Y/N glare at him harder through the rear view mirror.

Pavlovich: "So it is about him. Well, I suppose you didn't exactly get to ask the last couple of times we met about how I even know of his existence." He let a dry chuckle. "Mikhail, Mikhail, Mikhail... or should I say Mike instead?"

Y/N: "Answer my f*cking question."

Pavlovich: "Mikhail 'Mike' G. Adler, former US Army Delta Force." He spoke. "Last time he was ever seen was in Chechnya during the war. He was posing as an operator for Academi PMC when the region's borders got locked down in 2015."

Y/N: "Answer my question, major." He spoke as he gently placed his finger on the trigger.

Pavlovich: "I'm with the FSB, Y/N. Of course, I would know." He replied. "Plus, I got a little help from the CIA too."

'Outside help... sh*t.' Y/N thought as he slowly lowered his gun at Pavlovich's answer.

Pavlovich: "At the time, you were posing as an operator for Wagner PMC in Chechnya, right?" He spoke out. "You were missing for months in that godforsaken place. Who would've thought you two would work together. It's like that game, Tarkov."

Y/N's grip on his gun only seemed to tighten at his words as all the memories came running back to him. The gunshots. The explosions. The screams. The noise. The smell. The demons. The voidborn. The death. The fear.

Pavlovich: "I still remember that look in your eyes when you first got there. Anger, then hatred. Then they became cold, empty. The eyes of a professional, that's what they were. Worse than any demon, voidling, or god. You still have those eyes, Y/N." He spoke, receiving only silence in reply.

Pavlovich: "You know, I honestly thought that spending time here in America would have made you soft. I was wrong. The theory remains true after all. Once the monster inside all of us is born... it never leaves."

Y/N: "Хватить, Павлович." (That's enough, Pavlovich.)

Pavlovich: "In 2013, you lost your entire brigade. In 2015, you lost your entire squad. And what do you have to show for it? A cheating ex-girlfriend? Driving around a f*cking taxi while working odd jobs? A family filled with f*cking debt?" He mocked. "...Everyone around you dies, Y/N. Either they die, or they leave you in the f*cking mud-"

Y/N: "I said that's enough!" He raised his voice, aiming his gun back at Pavlovich. "I've already got my answer."

Pavlovich: "You can't kill me."

Y/N: "Not yet."

Pavlovich: "...Alright, alright. I'll stop." He scoffed, raising his hands jokingly in surrender.

Y/N lowered his gun before placing it back in it's concealed carry holster, tucking it underneath his dark jacket. He put his left hand back onto the steering wheel as he placed his right hand on the gear stick, focusing on the traffic in front of him.

Pavlovich: "...Now it's my turn to ask." He spoke out. "The sheriff and the loose cannon... Почему ты спас их?" (Why did you save them?)

Y/N: "У меня есть свой причины." (I have my reasons.)

Pavlovich: "That so?" He spoke with a tinge of suspicion in his tone. "You meet her at the club once and she's automatically you're friend?"

Y/N: "Don't you f*cking dare."

Pavlovich: "Relax, we wouldn't dare do anything to Jinx. Not us anyway." He spoke, emphasizing the final part. "Honestly, it was a good call. Saving those two, I mean. It leaves a good impression on our american counterparts."

His words simply made Y/N glare at him through the rear view mirror before he let out a long sigh as he focused his eyes on the road and the traffic.

Y/N: "...Ты нашел стукач?" (...Did you find the snitch?)

Pavlovich: "Нет. Ублюдок хорош." (No. The f*cker's good.)

His reply made Y/N click his tongue in frustration. The operation last week was supposed to be top secret, and yet somehow, the enemy had been alerted of their presence.

It was clear to Y/N that they had a rat amongst their midst and after a quick investigation by Heather and the CIA, his hunch turned out to be correct.

Pavlovich: "Следующая операция состоится на следующей неделе." (The next operation will take place next week.)

Y/N: "Who am I dealing with?"

Pavlovich: "The same guys as last week."

'Them again...' Y/N thought. '...sh*t...Why do I have this feeling I've fought them before?'

Y/N: "Who the f*ck were those guys anyway? They were too good to just be thugs or miliary wannabes. Блять, даже в картелях нет таких хороших парней." (f*ck, even the cartels don't have guys as good as those.)

Pavlovich: "When the time's right, К тому времени я все тебе расскажу, старший лейтенант." (I'll tell you everything by then, senior lieutenant.)

Y/N: "What about the Firelights? А как же полиция?" (And what about the cops?) "We were lucky the Firelights weren't there last week. Wouldn't want to kill them."

Pavlovich: "No killing law enforcement. We'll deal with the Firelights." He spoke nonchalantly. "But if they still show up..."

He made a finger gun on his hands before bending his pointing finger, as if to 'pull the trigger'. Y/N understood his gesture and replied with a nod as he watched through the rear view mirror.

As the traffic began to lighten up, Y/N pushed the pedal forward as he began to drive. The cars around him began to move as he drove through the highway, moving around the city before eventually arriving at some government building, Pavlovich's destination.

The car came to a stop as the taxi door next to Pavlovich unlocked itself.

Pavlovich: "Thanks for the ride." He spoke as he placed his hand onto the door. "Oh, and Y/N?"

Y/N: "What?"

Pavlovich: "Don't get too attached to your new friends. We aren't allowed to do anything to Rift champions, so if anything happens..." He made eye contact with Y/N through the rear view mirror. "...You're the one pulling the trigger."

Y/N: "...Я знаю." (...I know.)

Pavlovich opened the door as he stepped out. He closed the door behind him as he began walking away from the taxi and towards the government building.

Y/N: "...I'll pull the trigger alright..."

He could only watch the back of his superior who had just walked away.

Y/N: "...And I'll make sure it's your head at the end of the barrel."

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Caitlyn POV
Zaun & Piltover Police Precinct
1 hour after the interview...

'7 enforcers are dead and 15 are in the hospital! How the hell do you plan to make up for this?!'

???: "Cupcake."

'Don't you feel even a little responsible for their deaths?!'

???: "Cupcake?"

'My son's dead, sheriff! What am I supposed to do now?!'

???: "Cupcake!"

I turn to my side only to see Vi staring at me. She stood beside the vending machine as she passed me a can of soda.

Caitlyn: "Sorry, I spaced out." I replied as I opened the can with an audible hiss before taking a sip.

sh*t... I have to get it together. I can't fall apart now.

Vi: "How was the interview?" She asked as we began walking to my office through the precinct.

The precinct was usually a busy place, but today, everyone was especially busy. Sadly, it wasn't because of police related work, but because of calls from reporters trying to get through to us. Either that, or because there are a ton of reporters and journalists outside the precinct itself. Hell, we haven't even made any progress on Bauer's murder case yet because of everything going on.

I swear, they'll end up disrupting an actual emergency call at this rate...

Caitlyn: "Too many repetitive or unrelated questions. They try to twist my words. The usual." I answer honestly as we arrive to my office, opening the door as we walked inside. "...It was absolutely-"

???: "Exhausting?" A feminine voice cut off my sentence from inside my office. Who was-

We both turn to look at the source of the voice only to see a familiar woman in a suit looking outside the window through the window blinds.

Heather: "Reporters and journalists are such an exhausting bunch, wouldn't you agree?" She asked as she turned to look at us.

...sh*t.

Vi: "What do you want, Miss state government?" She asked with venom in her tone as we closed the door behind us.

Heather: "I understand honesty is a big thing for you, Ms. Kiramman, so we're very grateful. Your actions have greatly helped us."

Caitlyn: "What? Lying to the press? to the people? You expect me to be happy that I lied? All my years as sheriff, not once have I lied to the people I'm supposed to protect and yet..!" I stop myself from talking as felt I would take my words too far, gripping my hand as I hold in my emotions.

Vi: "...Families have been ruined, Zaun's air almost went lethal, and now our careers are in jeopardy." She spoke, taking a step forward. "So tell me, 'Heather'. Why's the government being so secretive about all of this?"

Heather: "I'm sorry, Violet, but that's classified."

Vi: "Classified my ass!" She spoke up. "We lost 7 f*cking enforcers! Don't you think we have a right to know who's responsible?!"

Heather: "Again, that's above your pay grade." She replied calmly.

That's it...?

Above our pay grade...?

7 of us died, 15 are in the hospital and now we're not even allowed to know who's responsible for all this?! All for some government secret?!

Vi: "...Above our pay? So those militia men are above our pay?!" She scoffed before raising her voice."You and your government friends ask us to not say anything about those militia men while you take away all of the evidence of them even being there and for f*cking what?!"

Heather: "Watch it, Officer." She spoke. "...Don't say anything that might bite you back."

Caitlyn: "We were the ones there, Ms. Heather. We have a right to know who we were up against. Who those militia men were and what the third group stole from them."

Heather: "And as I said, it's still classified. Plus, there's no need for you to get so involved, the case has already been handed over to the FBI."

Caitlyn: "The FBI? But you promised to leave this case to us. You can't just hand it over to them-"

Heather: "I have an appointment elsewhere so I'll have to cut our meeting short." She cut me off as she went around us, walking to the door. Suddenly, she stopped, turning back to look at us. "...Oh, and by the way,that man you three came across that night... He's the FBI's problem now."

She walked out of my office, closing the door as she left the both of us only a tense atmosphere.

...She knows about him too...

sh*t...!

Vi: "Tch... She must've read our reports." She spoke out. "I can't believe she handed over the investigation to those snobs from the FBI."

Caitlyn: "...First, she contacts us and tells us to keep the militia men and the third group hidden from the press. And now, she gives our case away to the FBI...?" I trailed off as we both went silent.

...What the hell is going on...?

The FBI has never interfered with any Piltover or Zaun investigations... Not even during the 2016 terror attacks. The White House has a deal with the Bluewind court not to interfere with most of Piltover and Zauns's matters after all, and it's been that way ever since the cities were founded in the 1700s. It's the main reason why the Bluewind court is still an aristocratic oligarchy to this day.

Piltover and Zaun may be under American rule officially but the two cities are pretty independent in reality, especially when it comes to industry and economy.

...So why are they interfering now? They even had people come to the Factorywood property to deal with the bodies of the dead militia men...

The investigations were going at a decent rate tooand we were able to crack down at some of the mobs and gangs in Zaun. The only missing pieces are the militia men and the third group. Apparently, the goons didn't know anything about the two but I'm sure it wouldn't take us long to get a lead.

All Piltover and Zaun matters have always been dealt by us, there's no reason for the FBI to interfere now...

Unless...

...Unless there's something they're not telling us...

I went around my desk and sat on my armchair, Vi followed after as she sat on the armchair across. Placed on my desk were multiple documents, reports, witness statements and other forms of paperwork. I pick up a few papers and skim through it as Vi did the same.

Vi: "...Ugh, god... Just thinking about it pisses me off." She broke the silence.

Caitlyn: "What does?" I ask, diverting my attention from the paperwork to her.

Vi: "What happened in Factorywood last week..." She spoke before placing the papers back onto my desk. "...There were three of us against him, Caitlyn. Three...! And yet he still got away. He f*cking broke my gauntlet too..."

Caitlyn: "Don't beat yourself up over it, Vi-"

Vi: "How can I not?" She spoke, cutting me off. "...He wasn't even taking us seriously, Caitlyn. He didn't use his f*cking gun, he didn't use his f*cking knife, he didn't f*cking use anything!"

She paused, noticing she had raised her voice. She took a deep breath in an attempt to compose herself as she leaned back onto her arm chair.

Vi: "...Sorry, Cupcake. It's just... The fact that he got away from us just pisses me off. And I don't get it either. He had every chance to take out his gun or his knife and yet... he didn't." She let out a long sigh.

Caitlyn: "Hey... We'll get back at him soon enough, Vi." I spoke to her as I place down the paper on my hands down onto the desk. "He'll end up behind bars before you even know it."

Vi: "I know, it's just... Not only does he piss me off but he just confuses me so much..."

Caitlyn: "...Confuses you? How so?" I ask.

Vi: "Well first, he beats the sh*t out of me and Powder and next he..." She paused for a moment before continuing. "...He saves you two."

She turned away from me, avoiding eye contact.

Vi: "...If it wasn't for him, you would've been shot and Powder would've been crushed by the rubble..."

Caitlyn: "Vi, don't say that-"

Vi: "I was... really scared that I'd lose the both of you..." She spoke, her voice slightly breaking before taking a moment to gather her thoughts as she looked down on her lap. "I should've noticed that night... I'm sorry, Cupcake. I... I failed you."

Vi...

I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to check up on her after the incident in Factorywood. I'm such an idiot... I should've known she would feel this way...

I stood up from my seat as I made my way around my desk and towards her seat.

Caitlyn: "...It's not your fault, Vi." I spoke as I kneel in front of her, gently placing my hand on top of hers. "What matters is that I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere."

Vi: "I know, it's just-"

Caitlyn: "Vi." I cut her off from speaking as I look her in the eye. "You're not losing me. You're not losing Jinx. You're not losing either of us. Okay?"

Vi: "Y-Yeah... You're right. I'm sorry..."

Caitlyn: "Don't apologize. None of it was your fault." I insisted.

Vi: "Yeah... Thanks, Cupcake."

I give her a smile as I stood back up, pulling her up with me. I wrap my arms around her, giving her a hug before I felt her hug back.

I slowly let go of her as I give her a smile and a pat on the arm. She gave a small smile back in reply. It's not much but... It's the least I can do right now.

She was right about something not making sense, though. Why didn't he use his gun? We were trying to arrest him and yet he even went out of his way to save us...

And if my hunch is correct... Then he was definitely the one who acted as my spotter. There was no one else available at the time... But why?

We can't exactly chase after him now with the FBI and all... Heather definitely knows something we don't, but what could it be? If only most of the camera footage in Factorywood hadn't been ruined by the fires then we might have had a lead...

I put my focus back on my desk as I ran my hand across the laid out paperwork.

Vi: "You've noticed it too, haven't you?"

Caitlyn: "Noticed what?" I ask, directing my attention from the paperwork to her.

Vi: "That night at Factorywood. The guy we fought... You remember his hoodie, don't you?"

Caitlyn: "...Vi, are you suggesting...?"

Vi: "The taxi driver, L/N, was wearing F/C earlier that day. Hell, he practically had the same hoodie, jeans, build, height, and eye color as the guy we fought." She persisted. "The least we can do is bring him in for questioning."

Caitlyn: "We'll get reprimanded for interfering, Vi. I don't think the FBI would think too kindly of that."

Vi: "Oh f*ck the FBI! This was our investigation to begin with, not theirs. Plus, we don't have to say that we're questioning him about what happened in Factorywood. We can just say we needed to confirm something with him when he beat up those taxi robbers."

Caitlyn: "Even if we did bring him in, we still don't have enough evidence. For all we know, it could just be a coincidence that they're wearing the same hoodie." I replied. "Plus, Heather and the city council would just back him up."

...Wait, Heather would just back him up. When we first brought in Y/N for questioning that night two weeks ago, she got him out...

If L/N really is the man we fought that night or if he's at least related to the suspect... Why is Heather protecting him? Wouldn't the FBI be curious about him? Plus, why's the Bluewind Court so against him from getting arrested?

...This whole thing might just run deeper than we thought...

Caitlyn: "...Even if he was the one that we fought, we can't just ask him to come in for questioning. I doubt he'd say anything to us." I explained to her. "And the only person that does know him a little bit would be..."

Vi: "I know... It would be Powder."

Jinx...

Caitlyn: "How is she anyway?"

Vi: "She's still holed up in her room at our place in Zaun..."

Right... Ever since what happened that night, she's just been staying in her room...

Caitlyn: "Should we tell her?"

Vi: "She's seen L/N fight before." She answered. "I think she already knows..."

Caitlyn: "...If anyone can get L/N to spill, it might be her..." I replied.

The two of them were on pretty good terms, though I don't know about now. Wait... If we just need a situation in which Y/N would talk to her, then...

Caitlyn: "Vi... It might sound a bit crazy, but I have an idea."

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3rd-Person POV
Zaun, USA

Jinx was sitting down on a small stool as she polished a mechanical part on her worktable in her room. For a moment, she looked over to the side of the table, eyeing her phone before she went back to polishing.

'He betrayed you.' A voice spoke.

Jinx: "No, he didn't."

'He did.' The voice continued.

Jinx: "Shut up."

'Why are you so attached to him? You've only know him for two weeks, and most of it was through text. Is it because he's the only real friend you've made in years?'

Jinx: "I'm not attached."

'Poor Powder, getting betrayed by her new friend.'

Jinx: "He didn't betray me."

'You ruin everything, Powder.' The voice spoke. 'Everyone eventually leaves you. Ekko barely talks to you. Ziggs hates you for leaving the life behind. You tried to kill Caitlyn's mom once. Y/N just betrayed you. And Vi, once she sees who you truly are, what you've become, she'll leave. For good this time.'

Jinx: "That's not true."

'You're slipping, Powder.' The voice continued. 'And once you slip bad enough, she'll see.'

Jinx: "Vi won't leave me..."

'You're gonna be alone again.

Jinx: "Shut up..."

'Either people leave you, or they end up dying. Sometimes by your hand.'

Jinx: "Shut up...!"

'You wanna know why, Powder? You wanna know why you're always gonna be alone? You wanna know why you ruin everything?' The voice mocked.

'...It's because you're a jinx, Powder.'

Jinx: "JUST SHUT UP!" She yelled in anger and frustration as she swung her hand across the worktable, knocking everything on it onto the ground as she panted.

There she stood. Alone and scared.

She wanted to change.

She wanted to, oh so desperately.

But right now...

She was just the same girl all those years ago.

The girl that was bad luck.

The girl that would always screw up.

The girl that would ruin everything.

She was a jinx.

The girl that was fueled with anger and hatred against her sister and the upper city, fixated on bringing chaos and destruction.

That was Jinx...

...And right now...

...Powder was nowhere in sight.

???: "Powder?" A feminine voice spoke through from the other side of her room's door.

Hearing this, she hurriedly cleaned up the mess on the floor as she put away the ones on her worktable. As she finished cleaning up, she wiped away a small bead of sweat from her forehead as she took in a deep breath before heading to answer the door.

She turned the door knob as she pulled the door open, revealing Vi on the other side.

Jinx: "H-Hey, sis. I didn't think you'd be home this early." She greeted.

Vi: "Oh, actually, we came here for you." She replied as she turned to the side, revealing Caitlyn.

Caitlyn: "Could we talk?"

Jinx: "About what...?" She asked, slightly aware of what they wanted.

Vi: "It's about L/N."

At her answer, Jinx grabbed the door knob as she went to close the door, but before she could do so, Vi stuck her foot between the door and the doorframe, preventing it from closing.

Jinx: "I already told you everything!"

Vi: "Powder, please!" She pleaded, grabbing the edge of the door as she made eye contact with her sister. "We need your help. Just this once."

Jinx: "But..."

Vi: "If the taxi driver's really innocent, then this will be our way to prove it."

Jinx paused at her words. She didn't know what to believe. Was Y/N really the one she fought? Or was he innocent?

Jinx: "...Fine." She replied. "What are you planning?"

*A/N: Eyyy thanks for reading lmaoo. So the war during chechnya thing is just some alternate history stuff. It's part of Y/N's and the world's lore. Total of 4898 words.*

Chapter 11: Short stories: 007

Chapter Text

3rd-Person POV
Zaun, USA
The Slums, Hideout.
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Apollo and Y/N sat on opposite ends of the small wooden table as they waited on standby for their next operation.

Y/N: "Some friends of mine used to call me 007." He spoke, letting out a puff of his cigarette.

Apollo: "Like James Bond?"

Y/N: "No. It stands for 0 money and 0 bitches."

Apollo: "Ouch." He remarked. "And the 7...?"

Apollo: "...Are you okay?"

*A/N: this is just a short story lol, sorry for the late update, been busy. Have a nice day!*

Chapter 12: Short Stories: Vote

Chapter Text

3rd-Person POV
Zaun, USA
The Slums, Hideout.
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Apollo: "Don't you f*cking dare!" He yelled out, aiming his gun at Red.

Red: "I've made my decision, Apollo!" He yelled back, whipping out his pistol and aiming at Apollo. "Don't interfere."

Fenrir: "The votes are already in, Apollo. You're not winning either way." She spoke out calmly.

Apollo: "Oh yeah?" He mocked. "What if I do this then?!"

Suddenly, he grabbed Bastet as he pointed his gun at her head, making her shake slightly in fear.

Bastet: "You don't have to do this nya!"

Apollo: "It's nothing personal, kitty cat. It's just business." He spoke out. "So come on! Finish the vote!" He yelled to the rest in the room.

Hachiman: "Sorry, friend." He spoke meekly as he raised his hand to vote, betraying Apollo's trust.

J: "It's nothing personal, Apollo." He said, raising his hand too.

Apollo: "...How could you...?!" He spoke as he turned to Silver and Gramps.

Silver raised her hand as she rolled her eyes. Gramps did the same.

Gramps: "Sorry, sonny."

Apollo: "How could you...?! I trusted all of you!" He spoke, grieving his loss as he let go of Bastet. "YOU DAMN TRAITORS-"

He was cut off as Silver tased with her stun gun, knocking him to the ground as the electricity coursed through his body.

The room went silent.

Suddenly, everyone turned to Y/N.

Y/N: "Hey is this McDonalds?"

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Extra

Fenrir: "I swear to god, you do this everytime."

Apollo: "I'm Lhotlan! A Vastaya related to birds! It doesn't feel right eating chicken nuggets!"

*A/N: Eyyy, so Ive been pretty busy lately so the next chapter will kinda take a while. Sorry, and thanks for reading this lol. Total of 310 words.*

Chapter 13: It's a date Pt. 1

Chapter Text

*A/N: Eyyy Chapter 10 Lezgoooo*

3rd-Person POV
Zaun, USA
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Jinx: "HAAAAAA?!?!"

She yelled out in confusion as she suddenly stood up from the living room couch.

Caitlyn: "I know, I know, it sounds crazy, but it was the only thing that I thought of that had a chance of working." She explained in an attempt to calm Jinx.

Her attempts however were of no use. Jinx was already a blushing mess, her face nearly turning as red as a tomato.

Jinx: "Y-You w-want me to go o-on a d-d-d-"

Caitlyn: "I know it's not the best idea but-"

Jinx: "A DATE!?!?" She yelled out. "A d-date with Y/N?!?!"

Vi: "It's not a date, Powder. It's police work." She said sternly. "You're gonna go out and spend some time with him and just see if he spills something, anything."

Caitlyn: "We'll bug you with a mic and all you'll have to do is talk to him. We'll be watching over you the entire time. And you can go wherever you want. You can even use my card, that way you won't have to pay for anything."

Jinx: "A boy and a girl going out together alone..." She trailed off. "...THAT IS A DATE!"

Caitlyn: "Jinx, I know this is a bit unorthodox, but this is the only way we can get him to talk. You're the only one who knows him that we can trust." She said.

Vi: "Look, Powder, you don't have to do this if you don't want to." She said with a sigh. "I know you hate this as much as I do. We won't force you."

Jinx: "Well... I didn't say I hated it..." She muttered to herself as she hesitantly sat back down. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice. "Fine, I'll do it...But, where would we go? When? I've never been on a date!"

Unfortunately, due to her rather violent past and reputation, Jinx has never had any luck in romance. Of course, there was the occasional douchebag that would flirt with her because of her money, status, or beauty, but thankfully, she could see their intentions from a mile away, allowing her to drive them off using whatever means necessary.

In simpler words, she's an NBSB.

No Boyfriend Since Birth.

As flustered as she was by the sudden proposal however, Jinx didn't really mind going out with Y/N, whether it was actually a date or not. He was a decent guy, after all. Without the whole potential criminal suspect thing, of course.

And, according to her sister, she could consider it police work. An investigation. Fishing for information.

Anyways, if she only thought of it as a mission, there would be no reason to get so nervous, right? She's practically been through hundreds of missions, fights, rift matches, so what's another?

The date itself wasn't the problem.

Sure, she became flustered considering her inexperience in romance, but the real problem was something else. More accurately, there was a whole multitude of them.

Y/N was a... strange man. He wasn't the average douchebag just trying to get into her pants. She couldn't read him. None of them could. Vi and Caitlyn had already experienced this when they interrogated him for the first time.

When Jinx and Y/N first met at the Last Drop, whenever she tried getting to know him better, he would avoid answering her questions by either changing the topic or directing the question back at her. Even when they texted, he would redirect most of her questions back at her if they seemed personal.

And he would do it so naturally, she wouldn't even notice until later. She didn't care about it at the time, but now, it was a whole different story.

Going on this date would mean that she would need to make him spill, and she hoped, and prayed, that he wouldn't.

Not because he had something to hide, but because she hoped he had no reason to.

But of course, the human mind is a scary thing. Once the seeds of doubt are planted, it grows fast like a wildfire.

'What if...he actually was there in Factorywood...?' Jinx thought, looking down on her lap.

And those same seeds had already been planted in her mind.

'No, no, I shouldn't think like that! He's innocent. He protected me from those thugs, didn't he? He's a good guy, a normal guy...! I have to trust him!' She thought.

'...Right?'

And they were already beginning to sprout.

Caitlyn: "We're not just looking for vocal evidence. We need something physical too."

Jinx: "Physical?"

Vi: "His shoulder." She spoke out. "He got wounded on his left shoulder... protecting you that night." She continued, a bitter expression on her face. "If it was him, he'll be wounded there."

Caitlyn: "Even the smallest flinch will do. We just need you to check." She explained. "We can decide on the where, and how afterwards. Do you still have his number?" She asked.

Jinx: "Yeah... I have it saved on my phone." She answered. "Wait, let me go and get it."

She went back to her room as she grabbed her phone that was on her worktable before she walked back to the living room, sitting back down on the couch.

Caitlyn: "Good, call him."

Jinx: "Now? He might be busy, I mean, he still has work..."

Vi: "It's noon. He's probably having lunch."

Caitlyn: "Just give it a try and see if he picks up." She insisted.

For a moment, Jinx hesitated as her finger hovered over the call button. She glanced at Vi.

Vi looked back at her sister, letting out a small sigh before she nodded at Jinx.

Jinx took a deep breath before pressing the call button as her phone began to dial his number.

Her phone began to ring, ring, and ring as it dialed his number. Her hands became sweaty as the air became thicker and thicker with each ring, until suddenly...

He picked up.

"Hello?" Y/N answered the phone.

Jinx darted her eyes to Vi and Caitlyn in worry, the both of them gestured for her to keep going as they both moved to sit closer to her, eager to listen.

Jinx: "H-Hey, Y/N!" She greeted as she put the phone on speaker mode, holding it on her lap. "Uh... You busy?"

"No, what's up?" He replied. His tone calm and collected, as if it was just another everyday occurrence to receive a phone call from a rift champion. A literal celebrity.

She liked that about him.

He made her feel...

Normal.

Jinx: "So... Uhh..." She spoke nervously as she gulped in anxiety. "A-Are you free this weekend?"

'sh*t, why am I stuttering?!'

"This weekend?" He replied. "I can make some time on Saturday, why?"

She looked back at Vi and Caitlyn as the both of them gave her a nod, silently telling her to ask him the big question.

Jinx: "W-Well..." She muttered out nervously before steeling her nerves. "I... uhm... I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out sometime?"

There it was.

The moment of truth.

The air became tenser than before as the three women all waited for his answer.

"Hang out, huh?" Y/N replied.
"...Yeah, sure, I don't mind."

It felt like a weight had come off her shoulders as she heard his reply.

Jinx: "Really?!" She replied cheerfully. "Uh, I mean, yeah, great! I'll text you the details later, alright?"

"Yeah, alright. Are there gonna be other people?" He replied.

Jinx: "Uhh..." She glanced towards Caitlyn and Vi as the two shook their heads 'no'. "...N-No, it'll be just us."

"...Okay." Y/N replied. "I'll see you then?"

Jinx: "Y-Yeah, for sure! I'll see you on Saturday, okay? I'll text you later, bye~" She spoke gleefully as she pressed the end call button.

She let out a sigh of relief as she slumped back onto the couch, resting her eyes closed.

Not bad for an NBSB.

She felt like she had just gone through a gunfight. She didn't know asking someone out was going to be so stressful. Even if it wasn't for real.

Well, the opportunity to prove Y/N's innocence did just arrive, and she wasn't planning on wasting it.

Vi and Caitlyn felt their shoulders loosen from tension as they both exchanged a look, the two enforcers letting out a breath in relief.

Vi: "Good work, Powder." She complimented her sister.

Caitlyn: "You can leave the rest to us. We'll deal with the arrangements."

Caitlyn stood up from the sofa before turning to Vi, giving her a look. Vi understood the gesture as she stood up after her as the two of them began walking towards the hallway, far enough as to make sure Jinx wouldn't hear.

Vi: "I don't like this. Using my sister as bait..."

Caitlyn: "I know. That's why we're choosing a public space to send her with him. No one would dare try anything in public." She said. "Jinx is strong, Vi. She'll be fine."

Vi: "Still. I don't like it." She said, leaning her back on the wall. "Couldn't we just... I don't know, do a surveillance operation?"

Caitlyn: "With who? You saw how fast the FBI took over the case. How much they're hiding from us. Safe to assume they don't want any of us having anything to do with it either." She stated. "And with Heather's help, it's safe to assume that they're watching over everyone in the precinct."

Vi: "...Right." She said with a sigh. "...And since Heather knows Y/N, if she reads any report about one of us tailing him, then it's kaput? Same way she got us off him for beating those taxi robbers?"

*A/N: Kaput= Broken, over.*

Caitlyn: "Mhm. Exactly. That's why this will remain off the books. No records, no reports." She stated. "Why Heather helped Y/N get away from us however, hopefully we'll find some answers this Saturday. Criminal or not."

Vi: "...So, what now? Are we gonna tail them alone?"

Caitlyn: "I'll try to see if Jayce can help us. He can bring along some people from his family." She answered.

Vi: "Why not bring your own people? The ones who work for your family."

Caitlyn: "You know I can't do that. They only take orders from mum and dad. Plus, they report everything to them. Everything." She said, a tinge of disappoinment in her voice. "Can you bring Ekko?"

Vi: "Can't. He's still out of town because of True Damage. Too busy with his new music career. Plus, the newer members of the Firelights don't like you..." Vi said, making Caitlyn let out a small sigh.

Caitlyn: "Alright... I still have things to do back at the precinct so I'll head back for now." She spoke as she turned to walk towards the door. "You should take the rest of the day off. Your eyebags are starting to show."

Her words made Vi roll her eyes sarcastically, crossing her arms as she let out a small smile.

Soon enough, Caitlyn walked out of the door, leaving the apartment as Vi waved her goodbye.

For a moment, Vi fell silent as she stood by the doorway. She looked down and opened her palm, gazing upon her rough and calloused hand. A sign of years worth of struggle and hardship.

Jinx: "He's innocent, Vi..." She spoke from the other end of the hall, making Vi turn around to face her. "I'll...I'll prove it."

Vi hated hearing that. She just didn't understand. She couldn't wrap her head as to why her sister just couldn't see the potential danger that Y/N was nor as to why Jinx was so... attached to him.

Vi: "...We'll see about that, Powder..." She answered before looking back at her palm, gripping her hand into a tight fist.

Vi: "...We'll see..."

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3rd-Person POV
Zaun, USA

Y/N let out a long sigh as he rested his arms on the table, placing his head onto his hands.

Y/N: "I should've changed my clothes..." He muttered to himself, remembering what happened in Factorywood.

'Why did all my clothes have to be in the laundry that day...' He thought as he let out a sigh. 'Then again, none of us expected the cops that night...'

Jim: "So my wife, she's got all that eye shadow, mascara, lipstick, rouge." He spoke to Sebastian, telling him one of his stories as they ate lunch.

Sebastian: "Not rouge, blush on they call it." He replied, correcting Jim.

Jim: "Right, right, so anyway..." He continued talking.

Next to Y/N was Jim and Sebastian, talking to each other as they both ate their lunch. Ignoring their conversation, he continued eating his own food as he texted someone on his phone.

Today, in the bustling city of iron and glass, Dutch's small greasy spoon restaurant was busy once again, filled with working people eating and chatting as they went about their lives. It was a small slither of peace in Zaun.

Times like these... were strangely nostalgic.

It brought about old memories of the past. Moments where he and his comrades would rest around the campfire as they exchanged stories, their rifles laying besides them as they awaited their next orders.

It was a dangerous time. But it was simpler, happier...

And it gave him purpose.

Brotherhood.

But, then again.

From comrades lost to brothers born from war to simple acquaintances chattering about.

After everything was said and done, this momentary peace wasn't too bad either.

Jim: "Y/N."

Y/N: "Huh?" He turned to Jim.

Jim: "Did you hear about what happened at Factorywood last week?" He asked.

Y/N: "Yeah. What about it?"

Jim: "Word around the street is it wasn't just a simple gang fight." He said, taking a bite out his food. "There's been rumors, you know. Apparently, there were a bunch of groups fighting. Hell, I've heard there were even some ex-military guys fighting against the cops."

Y/N: "Damn, really?" He said, raising an eyebrow, acting as if he wasn't involved in the incident itself.

Jim: "Yeah. Some people say the whole thing was just a drug deal gone wrong. Others say it was just a fight for territory. You know, crime families hiring ex-military guys for their wars and whatnot." He said, wiping his mouth with a tissue. "But I personally think, the whole thing goes deeper than that."

Sebastian: "Jesus Christ, first, I hear the firelights have been acting up without that Ekko kid around, next thing I know, Factorywood's blowing up to kingdom come, and now this?" He took a sip of his soda. "Zaun's going to hell, I'm tellin' ya." He continued.

The two men continued talking to each other as they ate while Y/N listened, a singular thought going through his mind.

'...Jim has good intuition.' He thought. '...I need to know where he gets his info from...'

Eventually, Y/N finished eating as he took out his phone, looking at the time. Deciding on his next course of action, he stood up from the table.

Y/N: "I'm gonna go for a smoke." He spoke to the Jim and Sebastian who just gave him a nod in return as they continued talking.

He walked out of the eatery, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his dark jacket.

???: "You'll get fined for that, you know?" A feminine voice spoke from beside him.

Y/N: "We're in Zaun, Heather. If you can survive the air, you can smoke anywhere you want." He replied, turning to her. She wore a brown coat, underneath was her suit.

Taking a cigarette out, he placed it onto his lips before reaching his hand with the pack towards her, offering her a cigarette. She took one out, placing it onto her lips as Y/N lit her cigarette with his lighter before doing his. The two of them letting out a puff of smoke.

Heather: "I suppose that's true. You could get fined big time in Piltover though. They're quite strict with smokers."

Y/N: "Have you?"

Heather: "Gotten fined? Yes, and not just in Piltover." She replied, taking a drag out of her cigarette.

Y/N: "How much was it?" He asked, taking a drag out of his.

Heather: "Oh, I didn't pay."

'Being CIA has it's benefits, huh...' Y/N thought as he nodded in reply.

Placing the cigarette onto her mouth to hold it, Heather took out a document in a folder from her coat, giving it to Y/N.

Heather: "That's your alibi. It's a bit rushed but it's good."

Y/N: "Thank you. And I apologize for the screw up."

Heather: "No need. We both screwed up. Nobody expected the alarms to ring that night. Nobody expected that you'd have to fight those three either." She explained. "Plus, we really should have provided you with some clothes and better gear. Top brass said otherwise unfortunately."

Y/N: "Still. I made a mistake. I was too careless. I will accept any punishment."

Heather: "There won't be any. You're results have impressed both mine and Grigory's superiors. And technically, you're still a mercenary. We can't legally punish you. Can't get rid of you either. You're too useful."

Y/N: "...I see..."

Y/N wasn't used to getting let off after making mistakes. Especially not a mistake as big as this.

The GRU wasn't so lenient with mistakes.

*A/N: G.R.U./G.U.= Russian Military Intelligence. (Main Intelligence Directorate.)*

The both of them let out a puff of smoke as they gazed up onto the dark city of Zaun, with it's buildings covering the cliffsides.

Heather: "Did you get rid of them? The clothes you wore, I mean." She asked, flicking off the ashes of her cigarette.

Y/N: "I did. But the sheriff and officer Vi already saw me wearing them before the operation. It'd be weirder if I didn't have them anymore." He said. "So I'm planning to get a new pair. The same hoodie and jeans. Exactly the same, but without the dried blood, cuts, and burns. That way I can get rid of the old ones safely."

Heather: "I see... I'll deal with that."

Y/N: "Thank you, ma'am." He said

Heather: "...Violet and Kiramman were more stubborn than I thought. I just spoke to them this morning." She complained, letting out a long sigh. "I didn't expect them to use Jinx though... Be careful about her. She's smarter than you think."

Y/N: "I know."

Heather: "Do you need backup?"

Y/N: "A few, just in case someone tries to interrupt. I also need someone to confirm the alibi."

Heather: "Alright. Send me the details later." She spoke as she finished her cigarette, flicking it away as she checked her watch. "I have to go. I still have places to be."

Y/N: "You need a ride?" He asked as she shook her head 'no'.

Heather: "No thank you. I'll contact you soon. Goodbye L/N." She replied as she began walking away, her figure slowly disappearing into the dark city, getting lost amongst the crowd.

Taking a final drag out of his cigarette, Y/N let out a puff of smoke as he finished smoking, dropping his cigarette on the ground as he stepped on it, extinguishing it's dying flame.

He's been too lenient. Too reckless.

Too complacent.

Vi and Caitlyn may have hoped that this plan would give them good results, unfortunately for the enforcers however, Y/N knew better.

He wouldn't make a mistake.

Not this time.

'Officer Vi wouldn't let Jinx do this...' He thought to himself. 'It must have been the Sheriff then...'

He knew that Caitlyn and Vi were already suspecting him. After beating up those thieves in his taxi, and just getting off the hook with Heather's help, he knew that Caitlyn and Vi would get suspicious, but he didn't expect them to be so focused on that one incident. Even having Caitlyn, the sheriff herself, eavesdrop on his talk with Pavlovich during that hotel dinner a week ago.

Then again, he figured it was probably an obsession with justice kind of thing with those two. Fitting for cops. He's dealt with the type before.

However, it certainly didn't help him when they found out he protected Jinx from those thugs.

And the fact that he wore the same outfit when he met with the two earlier in the day of the operation in Factorywood, only served to make things worse.

A mistake that he'd have to pay for this coming Saturday.

Once may be random, twice a coincidence. However, a third is always a pattern.

With three encounters with the two enforcers, excluding the fight in Factorywood, it seemed his luck just wasn't that good this month.

Bad enough to make two cops start investigating him.

But most of all, he saw that look on Jinx' face.

Her trembling hands, her shaky breath.

That look on her eyes.

She knew.

She definitely knew.

Well, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. This was still an opportunity to get rid of Caitlyn and Vi's suspicions after all.

Plus, he considered this as a way to make up with Jinx after what happened that night in Factorywood. Once the seeds of doubt sprout, the only way to get rid of them is by taking them out by the root.

He would have to lie to her. Y/N knew that very well. But sometimes...

...Lies are necessary.

As for dealing with Vi and Caitlyn however...

'They want me to spill something while me and Jinx are out, huh...' He thought to himself. 'Alright, fine...'

'If they want me to bite...'

'I'll bite.'

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3rd-Person POV
Mainspring Crescent, Piltover, USA
Saturday, 11:00 AM

"Powder, stop shaking." Vi spoke through Jinx' earpiece that was hidden by her hair.

Jinx: "I'm nervous, sister. How do you expect me to calm down when my first time going on a date is literally a cover-up for an investigation...!" She replied snarkily, her hand shaking slightly as she took a sip of her iced coffee.

Currently, Jinx was sitting down at a table for two on the corner of a certain cafe, waiting for Y/N's arrival. She was wearing a sleeveless black crop top that showed her midriff and tattoos along with a black mini skirt. She wore a pair of dark heels and a mismatching pair of stockings on each leg. On her lap was her black parka jacket.

On her table, she had a black baseball cap, a pair of round glasses with pink lenses, and a black face mask.

Two hours earlier, the group had gathered and finalized their plan at an empty building near Mainspring Crescent, a street in Piltover famous for its cafes and bistros. A popular date spot for locals and tourists alike.

Caitlyn had called Jayce for assistance the day before, telling him about the plan, to which he reluctantly accepted as he brought eight people with him, men and women alike who worked under the Talis family.

"This isn't a date, Powder." Vi replied. "Plus, as if I'd let you date a guy like him.."

Jinx: "Vi...!"

"What? I'm just saying!" Vi remarked.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the cafe at a private booth sat Caitlyn, Vi, and Jayce. All with their own drinks as they waited for Y/N's arrival.

Jayce: "Why am I here again?" He asked.

Caitlyn: "You're here to command the people under you." She answered, taking a sip of her tea. Darjeeling.

Jayce: "That, and...?"

Vi: "Because we need a third party to testify for us." She said as a waitress gave her her order. A sweet strawberry chocolate parfait. The concoction of sweetness making Jayce stare. "What, I like sweets. f*ck off."

Brushing off her comment in amusem*nt, Jayce continued.

Jayce: "Anyways, you want me to testify...why?"

Caitlyn: "To make sure whatever we find out today is legitimate when we present it. If we find anything, that is." She said, as Jayce raised an eyebrow. "...The FBI took over the Factorywood investigation." She sighed.

Jayce: "What? But isn't that your case? They can't just hand it over, that's illegal. Piltover and Zaun is your jurisdiction. You're the sheriff for god's sake, you report directly to the council."

Caitlyn: "Only the council, and the council is still below the state government."

Vi: "They practically told us to f*ck off." She complained, remembering Heather's words. "God knows what strings they pulled. The council wouldn't have handed over everything to them so quickly otherwise. You know how stubborn some of those guys can be. No offense."

"None taken." Caitlyn and Jayce both replied.

Caitlyn: "Well, either that, or they found something we didn't, making it a federal crime." She said, gazing upon her reflection on her tea. "But still, they should've at least told us. Did you hear anything lately?"

Jayce: "I'm not a council member anymore, Cait. The only news I get are from the interns and guards who eavesdrop." He spoke, taking a sip of his latte. "I'm guessing the background check on this 'Y/N' guy wasn't enough for you, Vi?"

Vi: "If it was then Powder wouldn't have to do this to make him talk."

Jayce: "Jesus, Vi, he's just some guy." He asked. "I don't understand why you're so obsessed with him. You don't have any physical evidence, no records, and no eye witnesses. This is all speculation."

Vi: "We are the witnesses, we met him earlier that day before Factorywood blew up. He even had the same F/C hoodie on except he had a ski mask and a plate carrier."

Jayce: "I trust your instincts, Vi, but for all we know, that could be a different person entirely. I mean, come on, the time you saw him before Factorywood are hours and miles apart. Not to mention how common his eye color is in this city. "

Vi: "But-"

Jayce: "Hell, I'm as tall as him and I'm wearing a F/C hoodie too, does that mean I'm a suspect? Do you know how many people in Piltover and Zaun have a plain F/C hoodie in their closets? Hundreds of thousands. And you're guy could be any one of them." He ranted at the two.

It might seem like a bit much, but Jayce only spoke out of worry. He considered them both like his sisters after all. He just thought they were being a bit too hasty.

Jayce: "...Are you even sure the hoodie was even F/C? You said he was wearing a vest, wasn't he? What about his eye color? It was dark, and the place was on fire. Maybe the fire messed with your eyes. " He spoke, taking a sip of his coffee before leaning back on the booth seat.

Vi: "The fire didn't mess with my eyes. I know what I saw." She said confidently, glancing at Caitlyn. Caitlyn, however, didn't look as confident, and could only shrug. He was right, they didn't have great vision back in factorywood. "...I think." Vi continued with less confidence.

Jayce: "See?" He said with a sigh. "...Look, you guys are the professionals. Technically, you aren't really interfering with the FBI's investigation like this, but you two should still be careful. You'll get reprimanded if they found out you were wasting time tailing an innocent guy on a whim. I just don't want you guys jumping the gun."

Vi: "We are being careful." She insisted. "Plus, this is just a precaution, jumping the gun would mean arresting him on the spot without any viable evidence whatsoever."

Jayce: "Stalking your sister on her date is a precaution?"

Vi: "It's not a date-"

Caitlyn: "Shush, both of you...!" She interrupted the two as she placed her finger on her earpiece, turning to look at the door. "He's here."

Everyone's eyes darted over to the cafe's entrance as the door opened.

"Remember, Jinx." Caitlyn spoke to Jinx through her earpiece. "Act natural."

As much as Jinx didn't like having the very first date of her entire life being some ploy to get Y/N to say whether he was involved in Factorywood or not, someone has to do it.

She knew that if it wasn't her, they were going to either choose someone else or come up with a different plan. And as much as the thought of Y/N betraying her hurt, a part of Jinx still believed that he was innocent.

No, she wanted to believe he was innocent.

And as his friend, she wouldn't mind going through this entire mess to prove it.

Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, Jinx locked her eyes to the entrance.

'Alright... I got this.' Jinx thought.

Eventually, the door opened as Y/N entered the cafe. He was wearing a F/C dress shirt with it's collar unbuttoned. His sleeves were also rolled back. He was wearing a pair of dark dress pants along with some black shoes.

He looked around until his eyes eventually landed on Jinx as he waved his hand at her, walking to her direction.

Y/N: "Hey." He greeted as he walked up to the table. "Did you wait long?"

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3rd-Person POV
Somewhere in Piltover, USA
The day before.

In a dark room, barely lit up by a flickering light. A man in a grey hoodie and dark jeans is sat on a lone wooden chair. He held his hands together, tapping his foot.

???: "Stop tapping your damn foot, Jacek." A woman said next to him, leaning against a wooden table.

Jacek: "...Sorry."

???: "Leave him be, Anna. The boy's nervous." An older man standing next to a window said, gazing into the city.

Anna: "What does he have to be nervous about? He's not going alone, Marco." She replied to the older man.

Marco: "Because, tomorrow's the day. D-Day." He said, turning to look at Jacek. "Tomorrow we shall get our revenge." He continued, walking towards him as he took out something from his pocket and gave it to Jacek.

In Jacek's hands, was a gun.

A colt M1911, chambered in 9mm.

Marco: "Remember, boy, this is for everyone that died. This is for Anna's brother, for my wife..." He said, pausing for a moment." ...For your father..."

With his words, Jacek's hands gripped tightly onto the gun. It seemed like a fire was set in the young man's eyes.

Marco: "Tomorrow's the day, boy."

Marco placed his hands on Jacek's shoulders, making the young man look at him.

Marco: "Tomorrow, we're killing the loose cannon."

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Chapter 14: It's a date Pt. 2

Chapter Text

*A/N: Hi lol*

3rd-Person POV
Mainspring Crescent, Piltover, USA
Saturday, 11:00 AM
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Jinx: "No, not at all!" She greeted Y/N with a smile. "You're just in time."

As the two exchanged their greetings, they were on the sights of some prying eyes.

Caitlyn: "Well, that's him." She said as she watched Jinx and Y/N with the two. "What do you think?"

Jayce: "He looks pretty normal, I guess. Now that I see him in person."

Vi: "What kind of normal guy gets bailed out by someone from the state government?"

Jayce: "People can know people, Vi. Maybe he knows someone from up top and they pulled some strings." He replied, turning his attention back to Jinx and Y/N.

Vi: "If he knew someone from up top, then he wouldn't be a taxi driver in the first place..." She added before turning her attention back to her sister and Y/N on the opposite end of the cafe.

Y/N: "Traffic was pretty bad." He said, glad he wasn't late. "You don't mind if I get something first, do you?"

Jinx: "Oh, go ahead." She answered.

Y/N: "Thanks. Do you want anything while I'm there?"

Jinx: "No thank you, I'm good." She replied as he nodded, walking to the counter.

'He's considerate...' She thought to herself.

"Alright, Powder, just do as we planned, okay?" Vi spoke through her earpiece.

Jinx: "I know, Vi..." She replied as her eyes trailed towards Y/N's back as he ordered at the counter. His clean F/C dress shirt, his neat dark slacks. His clean shoes. His broad shoulders. "...I know."

'He looks nice too...' She thought, a small smile appearing on her face as the sight of him made her anxiety fade away.

After a few moments of waiting, Y/N returned to the table as he sat down on the empty seat across from Jinx. He had ordered a small (favorite drink).

Taking a sip of his drink, he turned his head to look outside the cafe window, gazing at Piltover, the city of progress.

Buildings tall enough to touch the sky, streets rid of any trash or crime, children given education and protection, a population fed and cared for.

With no poor sap left to fend for himself, sleeping in the cold and begging for food seen anywhere on the streets.

A stark contrast to Zaun.

Turning to the other side, his eyes wandered around the cafe. It was fairly busy on a Saturday. The cafe itself was neat and had a rustic theme going on to it. Though located in the upper city, it's customers didn't seem to be any rich folk. Well, not rich by Piltover standards at least.

Finally, he turned to her.

Jinx: "Something wrong, big guy?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

Y/N: "It's nothing, just... You look beautiful today."

Jinx: "...H-huh...?" She uttered in surprise as she felt herself blush pink from his sudden compliment. "...O-Oh, I- uhm, uh... T-Thanks... I-I think you look nice too." She replied meekly, a small smile creeping onto her face.

Vi: "What the f*ck was that?" She spoke out as she watched the exchange from their booth across the cafe.

Jayce: "Oh, how straightforward." He commented. "I didn't think Jinx ,of all people, would be the type to get flustered, but I guess I was wrong. Guy's got balls."

Vi: "That's it, mission abort, I'm not letting my sister talk to- HMMPH!" She was cut off as Caitlyn put her hand on her mouth, silencing her.

Back at the table however, Jinx and Y/N had begun making small talk as they drank their coffees.

Y/N: "So, how've you been?"

Jinx: "W-Well, same old same old. Oh, and I have a match in the rift this upcoming week!" She told him excitedly. "Make sure to watch, okay? I'll make sure to kick some ass!"

'Jesus christ, I didn't expect him to be so straightforward...' She thought about his earlier words, as she slowly began to compose herself.

Y/N: "I will, don't worry. I wouldn't miss it for the world." He said, making her smile in return.

Jinx: "Oh, you sure know how to butter up a gal, don't you?" She teased with a blush. "You caught me totally off guard with the compliment, you know? That totally ruins my street cred, dude!"

Y/N: "I was just being honest."

Jinx: "I bet you say that to all the ladies, you playboy!" She said jokingly, making him chuckle.

Y/N: "Since you dressed up, I might get the wrong idea and think this was a date."

Hearing his words, Jinx choked on her iced coffee in surprise, coughing slightly.

Jinx: "W-Whaaaaat? This isn't a date, this is just...uhh...two friends hanging out! Yeah! Two friends hanging out!" She said, clearly flustered, letting out a nervous laugh. "Well, I mean....Do you... Do you want this to be a date?"

Y/N: "Well, that wouldn't be so bad."

His reply made Jinx blush slightly, as she felt her heart beat speed up in her chest.

Jinx: "...I-I see..." She said, looking away from him to hide her blush.

'Wouldn't be so bad, huh...' She thought to herself, her ears red from her blush as she tried to hold back her smile.

Noticing her own blush, she could only think one thing. 'sh*t... This is so out of character for me... but I can't help it when he's being like this.'

Jinx' character that she had always shown to the people was widely know as a wildcard. Strong and unpredictable. A vast contrast to Powder, who was meek and clumsy, that she only showed to the people closest to her.

But for some reason she didn't know, Y/N just knew how to drag Powder out.

Seeing her so flustered at his earlier statement, Y/N decided to cut back on the teasing and flirting, and instead made unimportant small talk.

'He hasn't said anything important yet...' Jinx thought. '...I suppose that's a good thing... Let's hope it stays like that.'

Meanwhile, as the two continued to talk, they were on the sights of some prying eyes.

Jayce: "Seems like it's going well. He's more relaxed than I thought." He said, eyeing the two from the private booth. "Not everyday a regular joe meets a rift champion like this, you know."

Caitlyn: "Yes, well, I suppose he's always been like that." She said, her hand still covering Vi's mouth. "He was the same when we first interrogated him. But you already know that."

Jayce: "Yeah, you already told me..." He said, as he still listened to Y/N and Jinx' conversation. "He's good, you know."

Caitlyn: "What do you mean?" She asked.

Jayce: "The way he talks." He said, taking a sip of his drink. "He controlling the flow of the conversation, and Jinx is just getting swept along."

Caitlyn: "...Do you think he's trained?"

Jayce: "I don't know. Probably not. A lot of people are just naturally good at talking. I'm guessing you thought the same thing?"

At his words, Caitlyn nodded slightly before Vi yanked her arm away. Vi took in deep breaths as she gasped for air.

Vi: "Jesus, cupcake, let me breath, will you?" She said, breathing heavily with a few coughs.

Caitlyn: "Oh, sorry." She said with an apologetic expression as she pat Vi on the back.

On the other side of the cafe, Jinx and Y/N continued to talk without a hitch

Y/N: "So, what did you have planned for today?" He asked, to which she excitedly leaned forward to answer.

Jinx: "Oh! I was thinking after this, we could take a walk, and get lunch! There's really good food stalls at Centrum Park and- Ooh, I heard that the fair's open this time of year! We could check that out and go on a few rides! The rollercoaster would be fun!" She said, getting more and more excited with each word. "And we could check out the beach too! There's a bunch of weird stores who sell really weird stuff there, I mean, we could go on a walk since the view is nice, but the weird stores are definitely the highlight. And then we could get dinner! I know this awesome place that I think you'd like and-" Suddenly, she stopped.

It was very clear to Y/N now that Jinx was very excited for today. Of course, as a man, he'll make sure to not disappoint. But as to why she stopped talking all of a sudden, he didn't know.

Jinx: "...Sorry, I kinda got carried away, didn't I? Haha..." She said with a small, nervous laugh, as she looked down. "I didn't even ask what you wanted to do."

Y/N: "It's fine but... what do you mean you got carried away?"

Jinx: "It's just... I don't really...hang out with anyone other than my sister and some close friends, so..." She said. "And.... I'll be honest, I got a bit too excited. Hell, I actually kinda made a schedule for today too..."

Y/N: "A schedule?"

Jinx: "Yeah, it's dumb, but I made it just in case my head goes blank and I didn't know what stuff to do." She said with a small self-deprecating smile as she held her head down. "God, now that I say it out loud, that's so lame."

As stated earlier, Jinx was confident, but Powder has always been quite the meek girl.

'Way to go, me. I was just supposed to be chill about today. But now I'm just being weird about it. Why did I even tell him about the schedule...?!' Jinx thought. 'Oh my god, I forgot Vi and Cait were listening to this...!'

'...I'm such an idiot.'

Y/N: "I don't think it's lame." He said, making Jinx look up at him slightly.

Jinx: "...You don't?" She asked as he shook his head no.

Y/N: "Not at all! I mean, I was really excited about today too." He said. "Last time we met was at that hotel restaurant and we couldn't really talk properly then. And we've only ever talked through text ever since. So...I kinda wanted to see you again."

Jinx: "...Really?" She asked as she felt a smile slowly creeping up on her. "I mean, I just yapped on about stuff I wanted to do and I didn't ask what you wanted."

Y/N : "It's fine." He said. "And don't worry so much. I don't really care about what stuff we do. I know if I'm with you, we'll have fun. I'm just excited to hang out with you."

'...I'm such an idiot for overthinking this.' Jinx thought.

Jinx: "...Okay. You're right. I shouldn't worry so much about that stuff. Let's just have fun today."

Y/N: "Good. Though, I have to say, It makes me happy that you cared enough about today to make a schedule." He said, with a small smile. "I think it's really sweet."

Jinx: "...Hm...Okay..." She said, nodding slightly. A small blush on her cheeks as she held back a smile. "...Sweet, huh..."

Eventually finishing their drinks, the two decided to get ready to leave as they both stood up from the table.

As Jinx put on her jacket, and round glasses, she accidentally nudged her hat off the table with her elbow.

As she went to pick it up off the floor, a server bumped into her, catching her off guard as she lost her step.

Before she could fall however, Y/N quickly caught her in his arms.

Server: "Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn't see you guys!" The server apologized profusely.

Y/N: "It's fine."

Jinx on the other hand, was not fine. Not because she almost tripped, but right now, she was in Y/N's arms. Leaning on his left shoulder to be exact. Her hand on his chest, the other on his arm.

She quickly pulled away from Y/N.

Jinx: "S-Sorry! Sorry... Haha." She said, laughing nervously.

'God, why did I have to touch his arm like that?!' She thought in panic. 'He's gonna think I'm a creep! I ended up leaning on his left shoulder for god's sake!'

Suddenly, Jinx was reminded of something.

'Wait...His left shoulder?' She remembered what Vi told her. To check Y/N's left shoulder. Back in factorywood, the masked man got wounded on his left shoulder protecting her.

If he was the man they were looking for, he would've hesitated, to catch her. Or at least flinch from slight pain.

Y/N didn't flinch.

He didn't hesitate at all.

She put her hand on Y/N's left shoulder to check again. He didn't flinch. She gently gripped onto his shoulder. Still nothing.

He didn't react at all...

The shoulder wound was one of the biggest things Vi told her to look out for, along with other cuts, bruises or wounds. to his face and etc. But Y/N looked just fine... And she knew exactly what this could possibly mean.

That he didn't have a wound on his left shoulder, unlike the man she fought at Factorywood.

That he didn't lie to her or betray her trust...

That he wasn't their suspect...

Y/N: "Jinx?"

Jinx: "Huh?" As Y/N snapped her from her thoughts, she quickly pulled away her hand as she realized what she was doing. "Sorry, again. Y-You're pretty fit, huh? Good shoulders!"

'What the f*ck am I saying?! That sounds so creepy!' She screamed at herself in her head.

Y/N: "It's fine. You don't need to apologize so much." He said. Fortunately for her, it seemed like he didn't mind. With a reassuring smile, he continued. "Shall we?"

She couldn't help but only smile back at his reassurance.

Jinx: "Lead the way."

With that, the two left the cafe, heading out to get lunch as they walked through the busy streets of Piltover's Mainspring crescent.

It was still too early to judge. Their date had only just started and Jinx could only hope that nothing else would pop up.

It wasn't enough just to check for wounds or injuries after all. Anyone could take painkillers for their wounds.

But it did mean that his chances of being innocent were much higher than before.

And for Jinx, that fact alone was enough.

It already felt like the weight on her shoulders had slowly started to lessen.

Jayce: "That was good. Checking his shoulder like that." He commented as he watched what happened. "Smart. Unlike her sister." He said, glancing at Vi for a second as she ate her parfait.

Vi: "Hey, f*ck you, I'm plenty smart." She said, aggressively eating a spoonful of it. "...I didn't even know she made a schedule for today. I thought the plan was just for us to follow her around."

Jayce: "At least she's made it easier for us. And you can't blame her for making a schedule, she's excited for this date."

Vi: "It's not a date!"

Caitlyn could only chuckle lightly at the exchange.

Caitlyn: "Well, shall we?"

As per her words, Jayce and Vi got ready to leave, with Vi finishing her parfait. The three of them following behind Y/N and Jinx some distance away as they left the cafe, covering their faces in masks and hats, hiding their identities.

On the rooftops of the buildings, were Jayce's people, watching over the situation. Men and women alike, equally loyal to the Talis family in servitude.

Y/N POV

Two...four... six... Eight.

Eight people.

Four on the rooftops and four on the ground.

...Cops don't move like that. Must be private security. Maybe Kiramman's?

Another three. Officer Vi, the Sheriff... and someone else. A man. 6'2...? No, 6'3.

I glanced around me, watching the shadows on the rooftops, the reflections on the windows, the movement of each and every single person on the street.

They taught us a lot of things when we joined the GRU.

What to look for. What to observe. To know when we're being followed. To hide every trace of our presence when we're doing the following. And of course, to feel when someone's watching you.

They made us train for any possible scenario, and most of all, how to plan and win in any possible scenario.

To expect everything possible.

But of course, reality always differs from our expectations.

...There's someone else following us.

Another man. Grey hoodie. Dark jeans. Beige backpack. He's not moving in formation with the rest of them.

Who's he...?

With the way he's moving... He's definitely noticed them.

He's not just here to observe...

He came here to kill.

He's not even hiding it. That killing intent of his. That certain bloodlust.

He's trying to hide his presence at least. He's not a total amateur.

Those guys following us on the ground wouldn't notice him... With the way he's blending with the crowd, I doubt the ones at the rooftop could either.

Not bad.

...He's not after me. He's not even looking at me. He's looking at...

sh*t...He's after Jinx.

I suppose her having enemies isn't something new... Reminds me of those guys who tried to jump us two weeks ago.

But this guy... He's alone. For now anyway.

...I should tell Heather about this.

Jinx: "Hey, Y/N." She caught my attention, tugging at the sleeve of my shirt, pointing at something.

Y/N: "Hm?"

She was pointing at a nearby ice cream stall.

Jinx: "Want some ice cream? My treat." She said with a wide grin on her face.

...I'll have to deal with that guy later.

Well, either I, or one of Heather's boys anyway.

Y/N: "Sure."

Right now... I just have to keep Jinx safe.

Ah...

...We made eye contact.

3rd-Person POV

As the two stopped for ice cream, the busy streets of mainspring crescent proved to be both a blessing and a curse for Jacek.

The crowd was easy cover, however it also meant there were too many eyes watching. A gunshot in such a public place would get the cops there quick.

Not to mention that Jinx had people with her. Around 6, maybe more? Some on the ground, few on the rooftops. He couldn't risk being outnumbered.

Plus, she was also with someone. A man. Jacek needed her alone. He didn't want to drag anyone else into this if he could.

But there was still time. He had the whole day to get her. And he wasn't alone. There were other people, men and women alike out for Jinx' blood who were working with him.

She was so close.

Years of grief, sorrow, and hate have led him to this moment.

He needed her dead. And he wasn't going to ruin his chances by rushing. His father used to tell him; 'a good hunter is always patient.'

'Dad...' He thought to himself, steeling his resolve as he continued following Jinx, making sure to blend with the crowd-

Ah.

They made eye contact.

On one of the rooftops, a man in a dark green bomber jacket was watching over Jinx, a pair of short range binoculars in his hand. With him, another man in a red hoodie.

???: "Hey Rancho, you know what this guy did to have Lord Talis tell us to keep an eye on him?" The man in a green bomber jacket said.

Rancho: "Does it matter, Calv? We'll follow the Lord's orders either way." The man in the red hoodie replied.

Calv: "I'm just curious." He replied. "Well? Do you know why?"

Rancho: "I'm not too sure, but I heard he slept with the loose cannon. Her sister found out, and now, with the help of the sheriff, they're just sniffing him out. See if he's decent or not."

Calv: "Jesus. The balls on that guy." He said, chuckling slightly.

Until for a moment, he became tense, as he quickly put the pair of binoculars onto his eyes.

Rancho: "See something?" He asked, to which, Calv let out a small breath.

Calv: "No. I thought I did." He said, placing the binoculars down. "I thought I saw someone following them. Turns out it was just nothing."

Rancho: "I thought I was getting rusty, yet here you are, starting to go schizophrenic." He said, teasing his old friend.

Calv: "Oh, f*ck you."

Back on the ground, Jinx and Y/N were eating their ice creams. She had mint chocolate while Y/N had (Favorite ice cream).

The ice cream was good, but it tasted better for Y/N since it was her treat.

As he ate the ice cream, Y/N made sure to send a few texts to Heather. Discreetly, of course. He didn't want to be seen on his phone when he's supposed to hang out with Jinx. It was disrespectful.

*A/N: remember fellas, when hanging out with anyone, focus on them, not your phones.*

As the two eventually finished eating their ice creams, the crowd in mainspring crescent slowly increased, a common occurrence for the place during the weekend at lunch time.

'There's too many people here...' Y/N thought to himself.

Y/N held out his hand towards Jinx as she looked at him confused.

Y/N: "It's too crowded. Hold my hand."

Jinx: "...H-Huh?" She said, a little surprised.

Y/N: "So that we don't get separated."

Jinx: "Oh, y-yeah, yeah! Right, right..." She said, a small blush on her cheeks.

She was still rather hesitant. Jinx had never really had any sort of skinship with guys before, so holding hands with a guy was quite unfamiliar to her. Suddenly, Y/N held her hand.

Y/N: "Let's go?"

Jinx: "Y-Yeah! Yeah..." She could only look away for a moment, holding back her smile as her blush got worse. Making even her ears turn red.

'What the hell...' Jinx thought. 'Why is he so damn cool today?'

As the two walked through the crowd holding hands, Vi could only watch, absolutely flabbergasted.

Vi: "Yeah, I'm definitely gonna kill him."

Jayce: "And if he's innocent?"

Vi: "I'm still gonna kill him."

Jayce: "Overprotective much?"

Vi: "I am not overprotective-"

Caitlyn quickly shut her up, placing a finger on her lips.

Caitlyn: "Shush."

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3rd-Person POV
Mainspring Crescent, Piltover, USA

In the alleyways near Mainspring Crescent, Jacek's heart was pounding as he sweated, his breath heavy and weary.

'He saw me...' Jacek thought. 'He definitely saw me...'

He hurriedly walked through the alleyways, taking a detour. With the direction Jinx and the man were heading, he could only assume she was going to the city park. Centrum Park, it was called. A place she visited regularly.

The real problem, however, was the man that was with Jinx. He definitely saw Jacek.

???: "The hell are you doing here?" A feminine voice said, making Jacek almost jump in surprise. It was Anna.

Jacek: "...A detour. I...I'm taking a detour." He spoke, making Anna raise her eyebrow. "...They're heading to Centrum.... Probably."

Anna: "You could have just sent me a text. Why a detour? We need your eyes on them."

Jacek: "I know... but she...She was with someone..." He said, almost shakily. "A man..."

Anna: "And? Don't tell me you're gonna puss* out now?"

Jacek: "You don't understand!" He raised his voice slightly. "He...He saw me."

Anna's eyes widened slightly at Jacek's claim. Jacek was one of their best. Born and raised a hunter. He could hide from anyone or anything. Even vastayan cops couldn't catch him.

Anna: "...So what?" She replied. "So what if he saw you?"

Jacek: "Well, I..."

Anna: "It doesn't matter if he saw you or not. What matters is today, we get rid of the loose cannon once and for all." She stated. "...We can't turn back now, Jacek."

Jacek: "...I know."

Anna: "Good. Now get moving. I still have to meet with the other guys. They're running late."

Jacek: "Yeah." He said with a nod. "Oh, right, there's people with them. 6, maybe more. A few on the rooftops and on the ground. I took a few pictures. I'll send them to you later."

Anna: "...I'll tell the rest. Now get going." Per her words, Jacek nodded as he left, leaving her alone in the alley.

The rest of the people out for Jinx weren't as good at Jacek when it came to stealth, but they would have to make do.

Anna: "6 people... sh*t." She muttered, taking out her pistol as she counted her ammo, an HK USP. "This'll get bloody."

Y/N POV

As the streets got more crowded, I made sure to hold Jinx' hand properly as we walked, heading to the park.

Her hand was small, delicate almost. Rough, but not as rough as mine. Almost surprising for such a strong woman.

That reminds me...

Y/N: "You okay?" I asked her.

She's been pretty quiet ever since we finished our ice cream.

Jinx: "Huh? Y-Yeah! Of course I'm fine!" She said, stuttering slightly. I couldn't help but chuckle. "W-What is it?"

Y/N: "You stutter a lot, huh?"

Jinx: "H-Huh? Whaaat? Pffft, n-no I don't! Uh, I mean-" She said, before clearing her throat. "No, I don't." She continued, a bit more confident this time.

Cute.

Hard to think she was trying to kill me a week ago.

After a little bit more walking, we eventually arrived at the park.

Centrum Park, huh.

A beautiful place, filled with trees, fields of grass, and lush greenery. It's pathways and infrastructure blending with the nature, and not being too overwhelming.

Pretty place. I remember Count Mei was in charge of making this park. Considering the size and the environment of this place, the guys on the rooftops won't be able to see us much. The ones on the ground are gonna have to move slower too... This place is too open for them. Not enough cover. It would look too obvious if they kept following us.

...I haven't seen the man in gray ever since we made eye contact. He turned to one of the alleys right after that. A detour, maybe?

Jinx: "We got here pretty fast. I thought we'd get held up more by the crowds." She said.

I noticed that I was still holding her hand. Before I could even try to let go, she began walking, pulling my hand.

Jinx: "Come on, I know this really good place!" She said excitedly with a smile, as I felt her grip on my hand tighten slightly.

...Oh well.

I made sure to catch up to her pace, so that we'd be walking beside each other, hand in hand.

Eventually, after a bit more walking, we arrived at a nearby picnic area, with a few foodtrucks and stalls beside it. I was a bit worried that people would recognize Jinx, but there are surprisingly a lot of blue haired people in this part of the world. Though, it's more natural in this part of the country, I suppose.

The place had a lot of people, but thankfully, it wasn't too crowded.

Jinx: "We're lucky. The place is usually packed with people during this time of day." She said, our hands still holding. "Come on, let's go find some seats."

After a little searching, we found an empty table. As we headed up to it to take our seats, I loosened my grip on her hand, but she was still holding onto mine.

Y/N: "I don't think we're gonna get separated here, Jinx." I said, gesturing to her hand still holding mine.

Jinx: "Oh shi- I mean, right, right! Sorry." She said, quickly letting go of my hand.

Y/N: "It's fine." I replied, as we both took our seats.

Jinx: "So, what do you wanna eat?" She asked "I can guarantee, everything is good here. And I mean everything. Budget friendly too."

This place was nice, lots of selection of food, tacos, burgers, chinese food, and... calzones?

Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate. Taking it out to check, there was a text. It read as;

'Man in gray, 10 o'clock. No reinforcements til 1300 hours.'

1300, huh...

...Fine, I'll deal with him myself then.

10 o'clock... Found him.

He was pretty far from the picnic area. Far enough not to cause concern to the the private security guys on the ground.

He's heading... To the restrooms, huh.

Y/N: "Hey, you mind if I go to the restroom for a bit?" I asked. "I'll tell you what I wanna eat, when I get back."

Jinx: "Oh, sure. Go ahead, I'll watch the table."

Y/N: "Thanks." I said as I stood up, walking towards the restrooms.

...I'll get rid of him right now.

3rd-Person POV

Y/N walked towards the restrooms, which were quite far but still walkable. As he eventually arrived, he headed inside the men's restroom.

Inside, he saw the man in the gray hoodie. Blue eyes, brown hair, 5'10, in his early 20s, maybe. He had bags under his eyes. The man was washing his hands on the restroom's third sink.

Y/N took a few steps, placing himself in front of the first sink, whilst also directly blocking the exit. He turned on the faucet, washing his hands.

'...He's sweating.' Y/N thought as he watched the younger man frantically wash his hands.

Y/N: "So... Why are you following us?"

The young man's hands stopped moving, as the water kept running on both sinks.

Suddenly, with a quick burst of speed, Jacek immediately threw an overhand punch, which Y/N swiftly dodged by slipping his head to the left. With no hesitation, Jacek instantly followed with a spinning back kick which Y/N quickly blocked with his arms.

'He's quick.' Y/N thought.

Jacek quickly took out a knife from under his hoodie, as he got into a stance, letting out a heavy breath.

Jacek: "I don't want to do this to you. Leave, and we'll pretend this never happened."

Y/N: "You're in no position to make any demands."

Jacek: "Why are you defending her? You know what she's done. The people she's killed. She's a murderer!" He yelled. "...It's only right we get revenge."

'...We? So there's more of them...' Y/N thought. 'I'll have to keep him alive for questions then.'

Y/N: "Your luck is pretty sh*t, considering you chose today to do this."

Jacek: "Why's that?"

Y/N: "Because you're up against me."

With the water on the first sink still running, Y/N quickly splashed some of the water onto Jacek's face.

Distracting him for just a moment. And for Y/N, a moment is all it takes.

Y/N quickly rushed forward as Jacek blindly thrusted his knife, attempting to stab at Y/N. Before the knife could even reach him, Y/N quickly stepped to the side, catching his wrist before immediately grabbing his head and slamming him onto the wall of the toilet cubicle.

With blood coming out of Jacek's nose, he quickly propped up his arm against the toilet cubicle wall, stopping Y/N from slamming his head a second time.

Letting go of his head, Y/N immediately followed up with a punch to Jacek's face, knocking the young man a few steps back as he unconsciously dropped his knife to the floor.

Jacek didn't give up however, as he wiped away the blood from his nose with his hand, quickly getting into a fighting stance at throwing a swift jab at Y/N's direction. Y/N quickly slipped his head to the right to dodge, but Jacek immediately followed up with a fast straight.

Y/N immediately stepped in, slipping past Jacek's straight as Y/N grabbed his arm and his collar, immediately striking Jacek in the stomach with his knee.

Jacek felt air leave his lungs for a moment in shock, before quickly regaining his composure and pushing Y/N off of him. In an instant, he immediately pulled out his 1911, attempting to aim it at Y/N.

Without even giving Jacek the time to shoot, Y/N immediately yanked his arm to the side with his left hand, pinning Jacek's arm against the wall, simultaneously pushing the mag release button on the 1911, dropping the magazine to the restroom floor.

Before Jacek could even attempt to push him away again, Y/N immediately struck his stomach once more with his fist, making Jacek gasp in pain as Y/N's fist almost crushed his torso, his body lifting slightly against the wall from the force of the punch.

Pulling away his fist, Y/N immediately followed up with another strike, punching Jacek's face with a solid straight, his fist meeting Jacek's face with his head smashing against the wall. Leaving behind a small crater on the bathroom's tile wall.

Knocking him out once and for all with one punch.

As Y/N let go of him, Jacek's body slipped against the wall, dropping to the floor, completely unconscious. His nose broken and bleeding. Small bits and chips of the tile wall falling from the crater his head made from Y/N punching him.

Y/N let out a small sigh as he felt his left shoulder ache. He was still hurt after all. Jinx touching it earlier didn't make it any better. At least his clothes weren't ruined.

'Tough guy. He even managed to push me off. Not bad.' Y/N thought. 'Not bad at all.'

'...Though, I might've overdid it.' He thought, glancing at the small crater on the wall.

Y/N checked Jacek's pulse before picking up the 1911 and it's magazine, placing it on the counter of the restroom sink. Thankfully, Jacek was alive. He picked up Jacek's knife as well, inspecting it for a moment, before placing it next to the 1911.

Y/N didn't think much of this young man. He thought after capturing him, maybe some of the CIA boys would question him.

Little did he know at the time however, that their journeys would get tangled into each other's a lot more.

Y/N washed away the blood on his hands on the sink as he glanced at Jacek's unconscious body through the mirror.

Y/N: "...I wonder what I'll do with you..."

*A/N: Thanks for reading! Total of 5776 words. There'll be another chapter I'll release around new years probably.*

*P.S Had to edit a small part since I got it wrong.*

Chapter 15: Holiday Stories: Silent Night

Chapter Text

3rd-Person POV
Somewhere in Chechnya, Russia
Christmas Eve, 2013
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A 19 year-old Y/N sat in his foxhole, all wrapped up in a thick coat, shivering slightly from the cold. His AK74M sitting on his right, his backpack on his left.

He took out a small biscuit from beneath his coat, tearing it's wrapper and taking small bites out of it.

There was no fire near him. Only other foxholes in the area of some of his comrades. No one talked. No one smoked. They either just stared blankly into the night sky, or ate quietly like mice.

It had been snowing harshly for the past few weeks, with tonight being their first time seeing the winter night sky in a long, long time.

Unfortunately, Y/N's unit was placed on sentry duty near the edge of the forest surrounding their encampment.

The unit stationed there before them had reported movement off in the distance, so they were placed on high alert.

Whether the movement was human or not, they didn't know.

Y/N ate his biscuit in small bites as he stared into the distance, towards the snowy plains and the chechen mountains.

He looked up at the night sky, the stars shone ever brightly.

His parents and his siblings must've been together by now, to celebrate the holidays that is.

He wondered how his mother was doing. He wasn't a religious man, but he could only pray for her health. Same with his father. He was always so stubborn, so reluctant to go the doctors when he was sick.

He thought about his siblings. He hoped they were doing better than he was. He thought about his niece and his nephew. Adorable little things.

He thought about his friends. He hadn't talked to them in a while. Ever since he left the country and enlisted, he never had the chance to call. He hoped they were happy.

The starry night sky was beautiful, contrary to his sleep deprived self.

Everything was silent.

All was calm.

And all was bright.

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3rd-Person POV
Somewhere in Piltover and Zaun, USA
Christmas Eve, 2013

Caitlyn sat next to her mother's hospital bed, holding her mother's hand as she held her head down. The faint beeping of the heart monitor could be heard across the room.

It had been some months since Jinx' attack on the council. A few of the council members had died. Caitlyn's mother, Cassandra, had luckily survived, but was left in a comatose state. Heimerdinger and Jayce Talis had survived as well. Unfortunately, Mel Medarda was in a similar condition to Cassandra.

Caitlyn felt a hand on her shoulder, turning to look, she saw her father with a somber expression.

She turned to her mother, a tear falling from her eye.

Outside the hospital window, snow had begun to fall. A rare occurrence in Piltover's generally sunny climate.

This year's Christmas wasn't turning out for the best for the Kiramman family.

Round yon' mother and child.

Vi was sitting down on the ledge of a familiar rooftop, staring at the lights of Piltover in thought.

It was one of the rooftops she used to go to with Powder when they were kids. A place they both went to just to get away from it all, and just admire Piltover's city lights.

In the distance, she could see the faint flickering of christmas lights and decorations placed on multiple buildings.

After the attack on the council some months ago, she didn't know how to face Caitlyn. Nor did she have the courage to do so.

She couldn't find Powder either. All she could hear about her were stories of her crimes and attacks, be it from the news or the people.

She stared onto the palm of her hand in somber thought. What good was her strength if she couldn't save anyone?

She could only sigh in regret as she laid down onto the rooftop's cold floor, staring at the night sky.

She wondered if things could go back to the old days. When she didn't f*ck up with her sister. Or if she could turn back time. Maybe she could've stopped Powder from ever shooting that rocket in the first place.

She only stared at the night sky, before a singular snowflake fell onto her nose.

Vi: "...It's snowing..."

Holy infant, so tender and mild.

Jinx stared outside the window of her room as she sat on the bed. Surprisingly, she wasn't at her hideout, tinkering with various machinery.

Silco had always kept a room for her. She didn't stay in it often, but he made sure to keep it clean before he passed.

Tonight, Zaun was in the holiday spirit. Jinx watched the flickering lights and christmas decorations of the buildings outside her window.

With tensions at an all time high between Piltover and Zaun, the night was quite calm between both cities.

It seemed Zaun's war for independence, and Piltover's fight for peace was put on hold, just to celebrate the holidays.

Jinx had done a lot of things. Unforgivable things. She had lied, stolen, killed.

There was no turning back now. Powder was gone. Jinx was all that was left.

Everyone else had either died, or left.

Maybe it was all her fault.

Vander and Silco we're dead, Sevika was nowhere to be found, Ekko wasn't her friend anymore, and she didn't know how to face Vi... Maybe she didn't deserve to.

She killed them. She pushed them away.

And now she was alone.

Jinx wondered if things we're going to be like this forever.

As she watched the world outside, she noticed small amounts of snowfall in the air.

She looked at the clock, watching the time. Almost midnight.

This year's Christmas, there was no Christmas dinner. No laughter around the fireplace. No presents or gifts.

She laid down in bed, turning to her side as she closed her eyes to get some shut-eye.

She could only wonder if it was going to be like this in the future too.

Sleep in heavenly peace.

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3rd-Person POV
Somewhere in Chechnya, Russia
Christmas Eve, 2013

Y/N sat still in his foxhole, watching the distance. He could see his breath in the cold air.

'They'd be home by Christmas' they were told. It was already Christmas and they were nowhere near home.

It was the third Chechen war.

Everyone had expected it to be quick. After all, what could Chechnya offer after two wars?

Yet here they were, still in the battlefield.

No one knew how the chechens had organized themselves to such an extent. How they acquired such weaponry. Or where they got their training.

Hell, Y/N had heard rumors from other units that the chechens had started using hex weapons. No one knew where they actually came from, but everyone had an idea that it was probably foreign support.

The war was dragging on. And Y/N thought that he probably wouldn't make it out.

He thought he'd die in a ditch somewhere after being shot. Maybe an IED would get him. Maybe he'd get mauled to death by a monster, whether it a was a demon or voidling, maybe a raptor, it didn't matter. Better than being caught and beheaded by the chechens.

But for Y/N, the worst way to go out would had to have been getting caught by a mage. That was how Dima died.

That was the thing about this war. The chechens weren't their only enemy. Monsters, mages, demons, voidlings, they'd pop up like a sh*tty game of whack a mole.

All the old officers that had fought in the previous wars and actually knew how to fight had either retired or were put on different units. And the ones planning this war were all a bunch of smart asses who'd probably never even fired a gun.

No wonder the war was dragging on.

What good were brave soldiers if the men leading them were fools and cowards.

Y/N could only close his eyes as he leaned his back against the dirt walls of his foxhole. The sleep deprivation was starting to get to him.

He'd been awake for so long. He went on patrol in the morning, then they took over a town and met with heavy resistance in the afternoon, and now sentry duty at night

Yesterday was worse too.

He closed his eyes. For just a moment. Just for a little bit. He trusted his comrades would watch over him, just in case.

He just needed to rest his eyes.

Sleep in heavenly peace.

Suddenly, a loud screech thundered across the snowy plain in front of them, waking Y/N immediately from his short slumber.

That wasn't human.

Immediately grabbing his rifle and co*cking it, aiming it forward, towards the distance and the source of the noise. Rifles co*cking could be heard around him.

In the foxhole next to him, he looked at Boris as he co*cked his PKM. Boris turned to Y/N and nodded, as Y/N nodded back, the both of them aiming their weapons onto the distance.

Behind them, they could hear Kolya's voice as he radioed command, faint radio chatter in the air as the other units nearby had heard too.

A flare flew up in the sky, lighting up the night.

A faint metal click heard as Y/N switched his rifle's safety off.

And they saw the beast.

Soon, the sound of gunfire filled the air.

Unfortunately for Y/N, this wasn't going to be a silent night.

*A/N: Hey everyone, long time no see, been real busy lately lol, with life and all that. (I lied, I kinda forgot about wattpad) Anyways, here's a christmas short, tell me what you think, and merry Christmas! I love you 😘😘😘 Total of 1647 words.*

Chapter 16: Short Stories: Literally Me

Chapter Text

3rd-Person POV
Piltover, USA
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Y/N waited on the street for the crosswalk lights to turn green, next to him, a mother and her daughter.

The small child looked up at Y/N, with that curious look you get from children, the no thoughts, head empty kind.

Child: "...Mister...You kinda look like this guy." She said to Y/N as she brought out her phone and showed him something.

A photograph of a movie poster,

Drive (2011).

With none other than Ryan Gosling.

Y/N smirked.

Y/N: "...I give you five minutes. Anything happens in that five minute window and I'm yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute on either side of that and you're on your own. I don't sit in while you're running it down. I don't carry a gun..." The crosswalk light turned green as he started walking away, before turning around to face the little girl. "I drive."

The child looked upon him as he walked away, mesmerized. Stars in her eyes.

Child: "...Mom...! It's him...! It's literally him!"

*A/N: Literally me. Total of 185 words.*

Chapter 17: Short Stories: Financial Advice

Chapter Text

3rd-Person POV
Zaun, USA
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Ekko: "The best way to deal with your problems..." He spoke confidently to as he passed his card to the waitress to pay for his meal. "...Is to never pay attention to them."

Ekko: "I can't be broke if I never check my bank account. I could be a millionaire for all I know."

The card declined.

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Extra

3rd-Person POV
Piltover Daily Broadcasting Station, Piltover, USA

???: "Now, to the latest in Piltover-Zaun Pop News," The female tv anchor announced. "Firelights founder and Rapper, Ekko, found washing dishes after his card reportedly declined at a Zaun Restaurant."

???: "Witness report indicate that he had ordered a dollar meal, and his card still declined. Ouch, talk about True Damage to his credit score." The male anchor continued as he snickered. "Broke boy."

???: "Coming up next, Seraphine and KDA's potential collaboration. We'll be right back, after the break." The female anchor continued.

*A/N: Broke boy. Total of 176 words*

Chapter 18: Holiday Stories: New Year Special

Chapter Text

*A/N: Happy new year!*

3rd-Person POV
Piltover, USA
2019
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Jinx stared at her phone's photo album in thought. She never thought she would've made it this far. The past few years were rough, yes, but to her, it seemed things were only getting better.

After she got officially pardoned in 2016, it's been a bumpy ride for her trying to become a better person.

Sometimes, she got angry too quickly, or she acted too impulsively, or just sometimes it all seemed bit too much for her and she would just break down.

But she knew it was all worth it.

Looking back, even though the past few years were rough, she could only remember the good things that happened now.

She remembered that she won her first international rift tournament with her sister and Caitlyn back in 2018.

Same year she got voted the most attractive chamption, a fact she likes to brag about occasionally to this day.

She remembers when Vi first won the women's boxing world championship back in mid-2017. She was the reigning champion until this year when she lost the title, unfortunately. Though, knowing her, Jinx knew it was only a matter of time before her sister got it back.

She remembered when Caitlyn finally got elected as Sheriff but was happier about getting tickets to Seraphine's concert. She also won the national beast hunting games, but she doesn't care about it too much.

She thought back to her friends and family. To Mylo, Claggor, Ekko, Jayce. To her mom and dad. To Vander, and to Silco. Hell, she didn't know why but she even thought about Sevika.

Looking back on it now, all she could remember were the good times.

Vi: "Powder! The countdown's about to start, hurry up!" Her sister called out to her from the living room.

Jinx: "Coming!" She yelled out as she went to join the rest of the gang.

The countdown on the tv was starting, plenty of food and drink was on the dinner table, and she was surrounded by her friends and family. Vi, Caitlyn, Caitlyn's parents, Ekko, Jayce, and others.

Vi handed Jinx a drink as the countdown started as everyone waited on the new year.

3...

2...

1...

The sound of cheering filled the air, glasses of alcohol clanking. In the background, the sound of fireworks could be heard as they lit up the night sky over Piltover and Zaun.

Jinx thanked everyone in her heart for a great year, and she looked forward for even better years to come.

Happy new year!

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3rd-Person POV
Dubai, UAE
2019

The voices of the people counting down could be heard from inside the apartment as Y/N, in a bathrobe, watched the fireworks show on the Burj Khalifa.

On the tv, with the volume lowered, was the countdown.

Y/N walked across the bedroom with a bottle of vodka, a rocks glass, and a bucket of ice, placing it on a table near him as he sat down on the recliner next to it.

He opened the vodka bottle with a pop, pouring it's contents onto the glass as he extended the recliner's footrest.

He let out a relaxed sigh as he got comfortable on the recliner. As he was about to take a drink from his vodka, he was interrupted by the sound of a muffled voice grunting.

Across the room from him was a man tied to a wooden chair, gagged and bloody. Bruises all over his face and blood staining his white shirt, still struggling to undo his binds.

Y/N sighed as he put down the glass before reaching to open a nearby drawer and taking out a gun.

Y/N: "Hey." He said, pointing the gun at the man, immediately making him stop moving. "Shut up."

The man no longer made a noise as he simply stared at Y/N in fear.

Y/N smiled at his newfound silence, before taking his glass of vodka once more as the countdown began.

He could hear the voices of the people from the apartments next to him counting down.

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

With the sound of Burj Khalifa's fireworks and the cheers of the people in the building and outside, Y/N raised a glass in his hostage's direction.

The world never knew about the violence and sacrifice faced by men like him. The world would never know.

The world didn't need to know.

Just how dirty and violent the things they had to do and what they had to be to keep the rest of the world going.

Y/N: "С новым годом." (Happy new year.)

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Extra

3rd-Person POV
Unknown Location...
2019

In a dark room, a man in a white labcoat stood in front of a large glass tank filled with glowing light blue liquid. The tank's liquid was enough to faintly light up the dark laboratory.

Inside the glowing tank was a man suspended, floating in the light blue liquid. Scars running across his body and a large tattoo of black wings on his back. His eyes closed as if he was asleep.

A respirator was placed over his mouth and nose attached to a tube along with various sensors attached all over his body that led to monitors and various instruments.

???: "Sir, the preparations are complete." A feminine voice spoke to the man.

???: "Good." He replied. "Now that we're back on track, I can finally get to use you." He said to the man in the tank before turning to the direction of the feminine voice. "Put Glory-01 on standby and ready for use at any time."

???: "Yes sir." The feminine voice replied before she could be heard walking away.

???: "You know, the commander says there's going to be a change in the world order soon. But honestly, the world could burn for all I care." The man in the labcoat spoke, staring at the tank. "I just want to see your end game."

???: "Rest up as much as you can. Once you're out, we're putting you to work immediately." He continued.

As he turned to walk away, suddenly, he halted in his step, turning to the man in the tank once more.

???: "Oh right." He said as he remembered something. "Happy new year, Mikhail."

*A/N: Happy new year my hoes, I love you all, I wrote all this drunk so sorry if it's pretty mediocre I'll try to release chapter 12 some time this week.*

Chapter 19: It's a date Pt. 3

Chapter Text

*A/N: Hey, hey, hey, whats up my 🥷🥷🥷*

3rd-Person POV
Centrum Park, Piltover, USA
Saturday, 12:45 PM
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Jinx: "So, what have you been up to lately? Anything new?" She asked, taking a bite out of her taco.

Y/N: "Work, as usual." He said, eating (favorite food).

He had gotten back from the restrooms some 30 minutes ago and had ordered some food with Jinx.

As to how he dealt with Jacek however, he decided to text Heather to send someone to clean the place up. Leaving a 'Do not enter, under maintenance' sign, which he got from the Janitor's closet, on the restroom entrance as he left.

Jinx: "Driving a taxi make much?" She asked.

Y/N: "It's enough to get by." He answered.

Jinx: "Isn't that dangerous? You know, in Zaun?"

Y/N: "...It's only part time." He replied. "I have other gigs."

Jinx: "You never told me that." She said. Then again, he never told her anything personal. "What else do you do?"

Y/N: "My boss at the taxi company, he also owns this auto repair shop. I work there sometimes."

Jinx: "As a mechanic?"

Y/N: "I just help out. But he still pays me anyway." He answered. "Is that weird?"

Jinx: "No, no, it's just I thought we had something in common."

Y/N: "And that is?"

Jinx: "We both work with machines."

Y/N: "True. You work as an inventor too, right?"

Jinx: "How'd you know?"

Y/N: "You're famous, Jinx. I see you on TV, the internet, billboards and magazines." He spoke, which made her smirk.

Jinx: "You like keeping an eye on me?"

Y/N: "You're everywhere. It's hard not to." He answered, making Jinx playfully roll her eyes.

Jinx: "Alright, I'll take that." She smirked. "I do rift fighting full time, but I do work as an inventor sometimes. Well, I only do private commissions anyway."

Y/N: "Commissions? Like what?"

Jinx: "Hex weapons. Mostly for civilians. With the amount of gun enthusiasts in america, there's gonna be some rich folks looking for more exotic weapons." She said. "Well, can't blame them. I'm a gun nut too."

As the two made small talk during their lunch, two men dressed in janitorial coveralls with a garbage bin walked towards the public restrooms Y/N came out from some 30 minutes ago. Entering the place as they ignored the 'Do not enter' sign near the entrance.

???: "f*ck..." The first man said as he saw Jacek on the restroom floor, still unconscious. "He really did a number on him."

The second man walked closer to Jacek as he squatted down, checking his pulse.

???: "Well, he's still alive. Possible concussion." The second man said. "Come on, help me put him in the bin and we'll clean this place up." The second man continued as the first man nodded.

Together, they carried Jacek and put him in the garbage bin, making sure to fit him perfectly and without hurting him. Thankfully, he fit just fine.

They covered the lid and moved the bin to the side as they started cleaning the bathroom.

???: "2 tours in Afghanistan and 4 years in criminal justice. And here I am, cleaning a public restroom." The first man complained, wiping away Jacek's blood on the wall of the bathroom stall.

???: "That's life. What can we do." The second man said as he took Jacek's 1911 and knife before putting them in plastic bags for forensics.

As they continued cleaning, the first man walked to the tile wall to check the crater and the damage. As he picked at the broken bits of the tiles, removing a few of them, his eyes widened in surprise.

???: "Jesus christ..."

???: "What's wrong?" The second man asked as he turned to his colleague.

The first man stepped aside, showing him the concrete wall underneath the tiles and revealing just how deep the damage went.

On the concrete wall, was another crater, with cracks that ran deeper underneath undamaged tiles. The damage from Y/N punching Jacek into the wall had not only damaged the tiles but the force was enough to leave damage on the concrete behind it.

???: "...You sure that guy's human?" The first man asked. "The guy who did this?"

???: "...That's what Miss Heather said." The second man replied. "I don't know much. But I heard her new group's all a bunch of spec ops guys turned contractors. Some were Vastayans too."

???: "Vastayan contractors? And the humans on the group can catch up to them?" The first man asked.

???: "Mhm. You heard what happened in factorywood. Place crawling with hostiles, local and foreign. And they made it out, no casualties." The second man said. "All 'cause one guy held the hostiles back and bought them time to escape. Same guy we're cleaning up after."

???: "Wait, that's him? The guy who blew up factorywood?"

???: "Yep...Really makes you wonder..." The second man spoke as he looked at the crater on the concrete wall. "...If a human could be more of a monster than a Vastayan."

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Vi POV
Mainspring Crescent, Piltover
1:00 PM

Vi: "Well? Anything new?" I ask Jayce as he turned to one of his men.

Jayce: "Anything?" He asked one of his men, a man in a green bomber jacket with a pair of headphones on his ears, a laptop on his lap.

The man shook his head no as Jayce turned back to me and shrugged.

Ugh... He's not saying anything...

We've been watching Powder and L/N for the past 30 or so minutes from the rooftop of a building across the street from Centrum. Thankfully, we found a building that had a clear view of Centrum's picnic area.

Still pretty far though. The only thing we could rely on to watch them were binoculars. Some of Jayce's guys are in Centrum, but they either can't get too close since the place is too open and it would be obvious they were following them, or they can't hear anything since the picnic area's starting to fill up with a lot of people. A couple of them were here with us.

The only way we could even hear their conversation was through the mic we had on Powder.

I could only sigh as I sat on the floor, leaning back against the building's parapet wall.

I'm hungry...

I saw the door of the rooftop's bulkhead open as Caitlyn and one of Jayce's bodyguards walked out, both holding a brown paper bag as she walked towards us.

Caitlyn: "I got you something." She said as she took out a burger from the paper bag, handing it to me.

Vi: "My hero!" I exclaimed as I took the burger. "Thanks, cupcake. I was starving."

Caitlyn: "You're welcome." She replied, handing out the other burgers to Jayce and some of his men. "So, anything new?"

Jayce: "Nothing. Well, at least Jinx looks like she's having fun." He answered. "If this Y/N guy actually does say something, are you gonna arrest him?"

Caitlyn: "Unless he explicitly says he was in Factorywood, no." She said as I sighed.

Vi: "If only life were that simple."

Caitlyn: "Although, if he says something suspicious, it'll be enough for us to drag him back to the interrogation room for probable cause." She said, turning to Centrum's direction. "To start a proper investigation with him as our main suspect."

Jayce: "Even if the FBI are already on the Factorywood case?"

Caitlyn: "...With enough evidence, then yes." She answered.

Vi: "As if the FBI could stop us from working on this." I said. "No one stopped us from taking on Silco back in 2013, and no one's stopping us now."

Jayce: "Hm... And if he doesn't say anything?" He asked. "If he is innocent?"

Caitlyn: "...Well, then I suppose we'd owe him an apology." She said. "Right, Vi?"

Vi: "...No promises." I answered back. I mean, I'm only acting out of my concern for the city, I have nothing to apologize for- "Ow!"

My thoughts were cut off as Caitlyn pinched my ear.

Caitlyn: "Right, Vi?" She repeated, a little more stern.

Vi: "Okay! Okay! Fine!" I spoke out. "I'll... apologize. Happy?"

Caitlyn: "Yes. Happy." She said, letting go of my ear with a smirk.

Jesus, she always knows how to shut me up.

Vi: "But still, on the off chance he isn't our suspect for factorywood, it doesn't explain why or how he knows Heather." I said.

Jayce: "...I suppose. I ran a few quick checks with my men. Only took a few minutes. Both on Y/N and this Heather person." He said. "It is pretty weird. Initially, I thought he just knew someone that became a state government employee who pulled some strings to get him out of landing in jail. Which I thought to be Heather. But I couldn't find anything on how they met. So I looked into Heather herself."

Caitlyn: "...And?"

Jayce: "...She's the state attorney general's secretary."

Wait...

Vi: "What?!"

She was the attorney general's secretary?!

Jayce: "You didn't know?"

Vi: "No! Of course not! We only knew her first name and that she worked for the state government!" I replied. "...Well, that, and that the FBI followed her around like a loyal dog."

Jayce: "Well, It makes sense you didn't know. She only just started as a secretary some 3 weeks ago or so."

3 weeks ago? She hasn't even been there that long and she's already pulling strings to get L/N out of jail?

Isn't that a bit...

Caitlyn: "...Doesn't it seem a bit weird?"

Jayce: "How so?"

Caitlyn: "The timeframe. She started as secretary 3 weeks ago. The next week, she bails L/N out of jail. Then the next, after factorywood, she takes over the investigation with the FBI." She spoke. "She may be the attorney general's secretary, but she's still a secretary.
...Don't you think working with the FBI is way too much responsibility for someone new? Not to mention she has enough influence to pull L/N away from us."

...She's right.

Heather may be the attorney general's secretary, but a secretary nonetheless. She's not a politician or law enforcement. She's basically a desk jockey. Preparing the attorney general's schedule, meetings, and whatnot. Yet she's over here, away from the state's attorney general, and is with the FBI? Hell, she's only been the attorney general's secretary for 3 weeks!

Plus, on the off chance the attorney general ordered her to do this, why'd he send her instead of someone with more authority or experience?

It doesn't make sense...

Vi: "...Jayce, did anything else come up when you did a background check on Heather?" I asked as he shook his head no.

Jayce: "She graduated from Harvard's law school. Good credentials, but not enough to have influence over the FBI." He answered. "She's no nepo baby either, she had a pretty normal middle class family. She went to Harvard on a scholarship."

So she's a harvard graduate, she's the state's attorney general's secretary, she's also with the FBI and took over our investigation...

That doesn't even explain why she bailed out L/N in the first place...

...How the hell could they possibly know each other?

Caitlyn: "...If we don't know how they know each other, then we'll just have to find out." She spoke out. "It's what we've always done." She said turning to me.

Vi: "Right." I spoke with a nod.

Caitlyn: "And on the off chance that L/N is innocent, he's still our lead to getting to Heather. And hopefully, our case back and some answers." She said, before turning to Jayce. "With a little help, of course."

Jayce: "Hey, the only thing I can give now is info. Nothing else. My security team's busy too, you know?" He said. "I have a family to protect, Cait."

Caitlyn: "I know. And info is more than enough." She turned to look in the direction of Centrum, a small gust of wind blowing on her hair. "...With the incident at Factorywood, both Zaun and Piltover's safety has already been compromised."

She looked at Centrum before looking at the city in it's entirety. The city she grew up in. Watching over it's people.

Caitlyn: "4 years." She said. "It's been 4 years since we've had an incident this big."

Vi: "...Not since the rebellion, huh?" I spoke, walking next to her.

Caitlyn: "Yeah... After Jinx ended the rebellion, everyone just thought that was it. That things were really over. No more rebellion. No more separatists. No more war. It was finally...safe. People got complacent." She said. "...I guess I did too."

I turned my attention to the city as well, looking down on the streets below. Children running and playing, food stall owners working, enforcers patrolling, couples shopping, families laughing, men and women alike, living their lives.

Caitlyn: "With what happened in Factorywood, that peace was shattered like glass." She said. "People think this peace will last forever. That the two cities could set the past aside, but..."

Vi: "Both sides still hate each other."

Caitlyn: "After everything that happened, hatred doesn't disappear that easily. It lingers in people's hearts. All it takes to set up another war is just one incident. One spark." She said. "And everything comes burning down."

A soft gust of wind blew her hair once again as she watched over centrum. Her words bringing with it a grim atmosphere.

Caitlyn: "...It's up to us to make sure that doesn't happen. No matter what happens today or whatever Y/N says, we're not leaving empty handed." She spoke once more as she turned to us. "The city counts on it."

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3rd-Person POV
Centrum Park, Piltover
1:30 PM

Jinx stared at Y/N as he finished his meal, a small smile on her face. She had finished eating just a bit earlier.

Y/N: "...What?" He asked, noticing that she was staring.

Jinx: "Nothing." She said, as she looked away momentarily to stop staring. "Hey...After this, wanna go to the boundary markets?"

Y/N: "The boundary markets?"

Jinx: "Yeah. They sell a lot of cool sh*t there. I thought we could check it out before we headed to the fair." She asked. "It's pretty close, just a few minutes of walking."

Y/N: "Okay." He answered. "But just a heads up, I've never been there before."

Jinx: "What?!" She exclaimed. "What do you mean you've never been there before?! How long have you been here anyway?"

Y/N: "A few months."

Jinx: "And you've never visited the boundary markets? The largest legal open air market in Piltover and Zaun?"

Y/N: "Hey, I was busy working, never had the time."

Jinx: "Well, you're missing out! We're definitely checking it out today!" She said with a smile.

As they finished eating, they both started getting ready to leave. As Jinx put on her cap and mask, Y/N cleaned up the table, throwing away the trash.

To her, such tidiness was nothing but a green flag.

Of course, she made sure to help him. As they finished cleaning up, she put on her sunglasses and jacket, turning towards him.

Y/N: "Let's go?" He said as he extended his elbow, offering to link arms. Jinx was slightly surprised at first, but she didn't waste any time taking up his offer, immediately linking her arm with his.

She pulled down her mask, looking up at him with a big smile as she linked arms with his. The type of smile men would die for.

Jinx: "Yeah!"

Just like that, they left the picnic area as they walked through Centrum Park. Taking in the beauty of the nature that surrounded them. The soft wind, the green grass, and the colorful flowers.

Count Mei did an exceptional job with the park.

Y/N wasn't used to such pretty things. He'd only ever seen the grey in life.

His mother would like this place. She liked flowers. She had a small garden back home.

As they kept walking through the park's brick pathways, eventually, they arrived to the center of the park. It was a wide open space, with brick pavement covering most of the ground, with trees and bushes on the outskirts. On the side were small wooden benches that were placed near the trees for shade. At the center of it all, was a large fountain that had Piltover's emblem on top.

Looking around, Y/N found that the area was quite popular with the people. With some families and couples out and about. The sound of birds tweeting, the fountain's water flowing, and people talking filled the air.

Jinx: "Nice, huh?"

Y/N: "Yeah, very pretty. My mom would like this place." He said as she chuckled.

Jinx: "My mom did too." She said, turning to look at the scenery. "...When I was a kid, my mom and dad would always take me and Vi here every weekend."

Y/N: "That must've been fun."

Jinx: "It was." She spoke, a hint of nostalgia in her tone. "...She liked looking at the flowers with my dad. She said it reminded her of their first date with him here at the park. One of her favorite memories. Just like us."

As Jinx reminisced, she realized what she had just said.

'...Oh my god, I did not just say that...' She thought, a small blush appearing on her face as she looked away from him in embarrassment, cringing to herself.

Y/N: "Just like us, huh..." She heard him say. "I suppose so."

She turned her head to look up at Y/N, confused by his reaction. Yet she only saw his smile.

Y/N: "Let's go make some memories of our own then." He said. "That way we keep the tradition."

For a moment, his words left her almost dumbfounded. He didn't scare off easy. She liked that, and she couldn't help but smile back.

Jinx: "Yeah..." She said with a smile. "...Let's go make a lot of memories."

As the two admired the scenery, Jinx took out her phone and took a few photos of the place before pulling Y/N closer for a selfie, their arms still linked.

Y/N: "Jinx, I don't think we shou-"

Jinx: "I won't post it, don't worry." She cut him off.

Y/N: "...Alright." He said, smiling for the camera.

???: "Hey, Y/N!" A man's voice was heard as Y/N turned his head to look. Only to see familiar faces. A lhotlan with dark green hair and a little blonde girl.

The same kid that was handing out the mission files for the Factorywood op.

Y/N: "What are you doing here?" He asked Apollo, seeing that he wore Y/N's F/C hoodie. The same color hoodie Y/N wore in Factorywood.

'So, he's the one proving my alibi...?' Y/N thought. 'He even knows my name... Did he read my file?'

Apollo: "Babysitting." He said, turning to look at the little blonde girl that held his hand. "I know you said you were busy, but I didn't think you were on a date. Who's the lucky lady..." He trailed off as he slowly recognized Jinx' face.

Y/N: "Don't." He said with a sigh.

Apollo: "Is that...Oh my god..." He said in shock. "That's... You're on a date with THE Jinx-" He was cut off as Y/N put his hand over his mouth.

Jinx: "Who's you're friend, Y/N?" She asked as she looked at the green feathered lhotlan. Apollo immediately yanked away Y/N's hand from his face.

He slicked back his hair before putting on the most punchable douche-y face.

Apollo: "Well, hello, beautiful. I'm Y/N's friend." He said in a flirtatious tone. Though he only looked and sounded ridiculous. "My name is-"

Y/N: "Park Yong-Sun." He cut him off as Apollo's eyes widened in surprise. "His last name's Park. Yong-sun is his first name."

'Well, it doesn't matter.' Y/N thought. 'I read his file too.'

Apollo's expression slowly changed from surprise to a smile with eyes that hid behind it distaste, knowing that Y/N knew his real name.

Yong-Sun (Apollo): "Yeah... That's my name! My korean name, anyway." He spoke with a smile, but his eyes glaring daggers at Y/N.

Y/N: "So when are you giving me back my hoodie?" He said, making Apollo break his glare.

Per Y/N's words, Jinx noticed the hoodie, her memories from factorywood returning as she stared at it.

She remembered what Vi told her about how she met with Y/N the same day the Factorywood incident happened and he just happened to be wearing the same hoodie as their suspect.

'...That's the same hoodie...' Jinx thought. '...But it doesn't have any damage... No cuts, burns, or dried blood...'

She glanced at Y/N, watching his reaction.

Apollo: "It's a good hoodie, man. I'll give it back soon, I promise."

Y/N: "It's the only one I've got and you've had it since last friday evening. Give it back tomorrow or I'm taking it back."

Apollo: "Fine, fine!" He said, raising his arms in playful defeat.

The little blonde girl next to him raised her arms, as if to say she wanted to be picked up. Apollo did as she wanted, picking her up.

??? "Ice cream..." The little blonde girl said.

Apollo: "You heard her. I'll see you around." He said before turning to Jinx. "It was nice meeting you, Miss Jinx! I hope next time I'll be able to show you my charms properly." He spoke with a wink as he walked away.

As he said those words, Jinx felt a shiver in her spine as she got the creeps.

Y/N: "Sorry about that. He can be... creepy sometimes."

Jinx: "It's fine, I get that." She said. "I just thought guys like those only existed in anime. You know, the overconfident flirt type of guy."

Y/N: "Yeah..." He said. "If only they existed in anime."

Jinx: "How'd you meet? " She asked. "Did you know him before moving here?"

Y/N: "We met through this online game with some other people." He said. "Found out we lived in the same city so we met up last friday."

'Last friday...?' Jinx thought. '...Then that means...!'

Jinx: "Last friday?"

Y/N: "Yeah." He said, taking out his phone to show her a photo. "We took a couple photos too."

It was a photo of Y/N wearing the same F/C hoodie with Apollo, Silver, Fenrir, Hachiman, and Bastet at a bar.

'...Oh my god...' Jinx thought.

As Jinx looked at the photo and everyone on it, she saw the date of the photo on the corner. It was indeed taken last friday around the same time Factorywood blew up. Which could only mean...

'...He's wasn't there...' She thought. '...He wasn't at Factorywood...!'

Jinx felt a smile creep up on her face as she felt an almost childlike joy.

Realizing her position, she immediately tried composing herself, it was still too early to celebrate after all. But all she could do now was attempt to hide the smile on her face.

She couldn't help it after all. Y/N had an alibi and proof to back it. She could finally prove he was innocent! It was enough to put her in a good mood that nothing could ruin.

Or so she thought.

As she observed the photo some more, her eyes suddenly locked onto the girls in the photo.

'What the...why are they...' Jinx thought. '...Why are they all hot...?!'

She didn't notice it earlier because she was overjoyed knowing Y/N's alibi and the chance he was innocent, but now that she had a better look, all the women in the photo were beautiful.

Jinx didn't like to brag, but she considered herself quite pretty. After all, being voted the most attractive rift champion in 2018, she had to be quite pretty, right? Right?!

But the women in the photo...were something else.

Of course, Jinx didn't think it was weird for Y/N to have female acquaintances. She just didn't expect him to be surrounded by women of this caliber...!

A silver haired beauty with curves to die for, a cat vastaya that dressed like she was going on the cover of Vogue, and a wolf vastaya that...

Suddenly, her eyes locked onto Fenrir's chest.

The wolf vastaya was quite...gifted in that area.

Seeing her own competition, Jinx looked down at her own chest.

Jinx: "Tch."

It seemed Jinx had other problems to worry about now.

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Caitlyn POV
Mainspring Crescent, Piltover, USA

Jayce: "Vi...?" He turned towards her just like I did.

After listening to L/N's words through the mic on Jinx, everyone got silent.

Vi: "...The day's still not over."

Jayce: "He has an alibi and photos to prove it." He said. "I don't know what more proof you want."

Vi: "It could've been photoshopped for all we know...!"

Jayce: "And his friend with the hoodie?"

Vi: "Maybe he bought a new one...! Hell, they could be in on it together!"

Her words made Jayce sigh.

Jayce: "...Well?" He turned to me. "What do you think?"

Vi sighed as she turned to look away, placing her hands on her hips as she looked down.

Vi: "f*ck..!" I heard her mutter.

Well, I can't exactly blame her. Our biggest hope for physical evidence against L/N was the hoodie and his wounds.

But, seeing as they both came back negative... Not to mention he has an alibi too...

...I don't know what to feel.

I don't know If I'm glad that the chances Jinx is out with our main suspect for Factorywood has lowered, or because of the fact that now, we have absolutely no leads onto who the suspect actually was.

That's if L/N's alibi is real, anyway.

I turned to look at the laptop that Jayce brought. On it was a live video feed from a miniature camera on Jinx' sunglasses.

I watched as Jinx looked at the photo Y/N showed her. I observed the photo, the bar, L/N, the date, and the people he was with.

Unfortunately, the security cameras at Factorywood didn't catch a glimpse of any of the third group except for the one that stayed to let them escape. So we have absolutely no idea who to look for for the rest of the group. Even the goons of the crime families that we arrested didn't catch a proper glimpse of them.

I hate to admit it, but they were good.

Really good.

If one man was enough to hold off the rest of the goons and militia men, I wonder what else the others could do...

I turn my focus back to the laptop.

Caitlyn: "Jinx, ask L/N where that bar is." I spoke through my earpiece as I watched Jinx through the laptop.

She did as I asked and Y/N answered to some bar in upper Zaun.

Caitlyn: "...Vi isn't exactly wrong." I answered Jayce. "I can't say for the hoodie, but it is pretty easy to stage a photo. Or at least change the dates on it."

Vi: "Thank you!" She said as she turned back around.

Caitlyn: "But," I cut her off. "We'll still have to confirm his alibi. We can't just accuse everyone that L/N is acquainted with as a potential accomplice."

Jayce: "How do you plan to check?"

Vi: "Can't we just bring them in for interrogation?"

Caitlyn: "We can't just do that without proper evidence. We're not the KGB." I answered. "If we had enough evidence for L/N to be potential suspect, then maybe, but we don't. So we'll have to check his friends' backgrounds first. Recent activity and etc. If anything pops up, then we question them."

Jayce: "Isn't involving his friends like this a bit much?"

Caitlyn: "It is. But I'm not risking it. Better to know them than not." I replied. "We'll check the bar that L/N went to last friday, later. If we want to know if his alibi's real or not, we'll have to check there."

We'll at least have to check the bar for witness statements to see if it confirms L/N 's alibi anyway. We'll have to check the time he was there too. Even if he was there, the time the photo was taken could be different from what witnesses would say.

I glance at Vi, only to see an almost bitter expression on her face.

Vi: "...Alright, fine." She said.

Her instinct when it came to dangerous people could always be trusted and per her words, Jinx was even better than her.

Yet why do the two sisters have such vastly different opinions towards the same man?

...Could Vi really be...wrong?

I could only sigh as well as I looked up at the big blue sky.

...Well, it's not over 'til it's over, I suppose.

Jayce: "They're almost to the Boundary Markets." He said as he watched Jinx and L/N through his binoculars.

Caitlyn: "Alright." I turn to Vi with a nod as she nodded back. "Let's move."

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3rd-Person POV
Boundary Markets, Piltover, USA
2:00 PM

As Jinx and Y/N left Centrum Park towards the Boundary Markets, Caitlyn, Vi, Jayce, and his security personnel followed behind.

Soon enough, their surroundings slowly changed from a neat urban environment to a bustling marketplace, filled with people, stalls, street performers and etc.

The Boundary Markets were a large pedestrian only area, filled with stores and stalls alike.

Looking up, Y/N saw what was probably the most architecturally impressive sight yet, multiple sky bridges stretching from one building to another, some open air, others closed. He could even see market stalls on the open air skybridges.

Some of the shorter buildings, he could even see their rooftops being used as open squares. As Y/N looked to the side, he saw what looked to be a drop in the ground with railings surrounding it.

Letting his curiosity guide him, he went to check, expecting to see another street in the lower area, or perhaps a river or canal, only to find a steep drop, with the pedestrian zone he was standing on proving to be the top of another building that molded with the cliffside. Like a crack in the ground that led to another world entirely.

Zaun's famous fissures.

Looking down, he saw various roadways and more buildings and skyscrapers that seemed as if they tried to escape the canyon. What he saw below were the middle levels of northern Zaun. It was incredible. Like seeing a city inside another one. Strangely similar to Chongqing city in china.

Y/N had only ever been at the deep end, looking up at the sky from Zaun through the fissures. This was the first time he had ever seen things from the top.

Y/N: "...Whoa..."

Jinx: "Whaddya think?"

Y/N: "This is...very impressive."

Jinx: "How have you never been here?"

Y/N: "I work most of the time so I mostly stuck to the roads. Never got the chance to explore on foot..."

Jinx could only smile as she watched him admire the view with awe.

Jinx: "I'm glad you like it." She said with a small smile. "Come on, there's a spot over there with a better view."

As she said so, the two headed over, with Y/N taking a few pictures of the view. Jinx, however, only took selfies with him.

The two explored the Boundary markets and all it came to sell as Jinx acted as Y/N's tour guide, showing him around. She also showed him some sights nearby that could be seen from the markets such as the College of Techmaturgy and Skylight Commercia. She also showed him the church of the glorious evolved near the end of the markets.

They watched some street performers do tricks, whether they be acrobatics or magic, both the literal and the illusion kind. The literal magic didn't impress Y/N however. He'd seen real mages before.

They also toured some of the stores and stalls, picking up a few snacks along the way, cotton candy, fries, etc. They both liked to eat after all. They also saw various shops that sold weird clothing, strange gadgets, he even saw an antique sword for sale. That, and actual swords, guns too. Both for private and hunting use. Everything was legal, of course. Piltover may act independently, but it's definitely american.

Of course, as they explored, no one really recognized Jinx thanks to her mask, cap, and sunglasses.

As they walked through a busy road, arms linked, they heard a loud commotion from behind them.

???: "Stop right there, thief!" Y/N heard a masculine voice speak as he turned to look.

He found a man running towards him through the crowd with what seemed to be a woman's bag.

As the thief eventually got close to Y/N, he suddenly slipped his foot in front of him, catching him off guard as he tripped, falling to the floor.

???: "sh*t..." The thief groaned in pain as he layed on the floor. Before he could try to get back up, Y/N placed his foot on the thief's back, stepping on him and preventing him from running away. "Hey, get off me, motherf*cker!"

The thief tried multiple times to grab at his feet or push him away, only to end in failure.

???: "Why the f*ck are you so heavy?!" He yelled out as the enforcers eventually arrived to the scene, surprised that the thief had been caught.

They immediately arrested the thief as one of the enforcers took him away, with the bag being returned to it's owner.

A couple of the enforcers went up to Y/N to thank him for his public service and to question him on the events.

???: "We can't thank you enough for catching him, sir." One of the cops spoke to Y/N. "If you don't mind, would you mind coming with us to the station? We'd just need to ask you a few things regarding the thief."

Y/N: "I'm sorry, I'm quite busy at the moment." He said, gesturing to Jinx.

???: "Really, sir, it'll only take a moment of your time. We'd just need to ask a few questions and then-"

Jinx: "Hey." She spoke, pulling down her mask and clinging to Y/N closer, their arms still linked. She tilted her sunglasses lower, revealing her eyes to the two officers as they slowly recognized her face. "He said he's busy, didn't he?"

The two enforcers' eyes widened in shock as they recognized her. Jinx was very well known amongst everyone in law enforcement after all.

The first officer couldn't seem to speak as he began to stutter his words. The second officer immediately got in from of him but he just looked as nervous.

???: "A-Apologies, Miss Jinx. We seem to have interrupted you. Haven't we?" He asked the other enforcer as he switched to formal language. His partner, of course, couldn't seem to reply. "Haven't we?" He repeated louder, nudging his partner's arm with his elbow.

???: "Yes! Yes! Of course!" The first officer immediately replied as he snapped out of his earlier shock. "W-We apologize for intruding on you."

???: "C-Clearly, there seems to be no need to question your friend over such a minor issue! We do apologize, we'll leave you to it." The second officer replied as he pulled the first one by the arm as they hurried away.

Y/N turned to Jinx with a smirk.

Y/N: "Nice." He said. "But you didn't have to scare them, you know?"

Jinx: "Of course I had to."

Y/N: "Why's that?" He asked, to which she smiled back at him.

Jinx: "I didn't want them interrupting us."

*A/N: Thanks for reading. really sorry for the late update, been busy with my OJT and getting my automotive service certificate. I'm still working on chapter 13, might take a while, maybe a few months since I'm busy. Total of 6052 words.*

Chapter 20: Short stories: Kitty!

Chapter Text

*A/N still writing chapter 13, so have this in the meanwhile.*

3rd-Person POV
Piltover, USA
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In the middle of Piltover, a gust of wind gently blows through Vi's hair as she ate her burger.

With investigations and police work piling up, it was always good to take short breaks every now and then.

As she finished eating, she spotted something out of the corner of her eye.

Something small. Furry. Nimble.

It was a...

A...!

Vi: "A cat!"

It was a cat indeed. A surprisingly chubby one too. With black fur above, and white fur on its underbelly, a chubby tuxedo cat.

"Meow." The cat meowed, looking at her

Now, contrary to popular belief, Vi was actually quite fond of cute things. She even had a collection of stuffed plushies.

And to her, all cats were cute.

She immediately squatted down, making herself look smaller to the cat.

Vi: "Pspspsps. Come here." She said, calling the chubby cat.

The cat however, simply walked away.

But Vi wasn't one to give up!

Vi: "Hey, don't go. Pspspsps, come on lil' guy." She said, but to no avail to the cat.

She started following the chubby feline.

Sure, she was a busy, no bullsh*t, type of cop.

But she always had room for cats.

She followed the cat as it turned to an alley. She didn't pay any mind to her surroundings however as she kept following.

Vi: "Come on, meow! Meow!" She imitated the cat's meows, in an effort for it to look her way. "Meow, come on, come here fella, meow!"

The fat cat turned to another corner once more, away from Vi's eyes. She kept following it however as she also went around the corner.

Vi: "Meow, meow! Hey, where'd you go chubby fella-"

Y/N stared at her, his eyes not breaking contact with hers. The fat cat walking around him.

It seems the corner led to another street, and Y/N was just around it, staring at her.

No emotion. No disgust and no surprise.

Or maybe he was too shocked to be surprised.

He had just seen Zaun's strongest champion, and one of the city's toughest cops, meowing to a cat.

Vi couldn't do anything, but simply closed her eyes in shameful defeat. Her ears turning red in embarrassment.

...Y/N nodded in agreement.

*A/N: Meow!*