AN:I didn't really proof-read this, I went through it once and then lets Word work it's magic, so there might be some errors, and maybe a word or two missing for some reason. And the formatting might be messed up, but this is just a drabble for th 100 theme Challenge, so I'm not gonna fix it up too much.
Nancy rubbed one of her eyes with the palm of her hand. She was tired, so tired. Feeling the hard, metal in her other hand she becomes slightly more alert. She's on a mission-as always- and she can't afford to fail. She can never afford to fail. It's just too much to handle.
Failing means to become injured, which means she'll be chewed out by the chiefs- Haro and her uncle, Marlo- for screwing up, and this will lead to more training hours, drills, missions, less sleep. It means she'll be ranked down from her current number on the chart, which she despises, but even so it also means HE will be on top.
The rivalry may have started by the chief for his amusement, but it had soon turned into something real. It may be a stupid reason; seen as such an unreasonable, but it meant a lot to her for some reason. She had worked hard to get where she was, a respected lieutenant in the top ranks, but all he had to do was be built. Yes, even Nancy hated her reason, but it got on her nerves for some odd reason.
The sounds of footsteps echoed through the empty hallway; her crook was returning to their apartment. This wanted criminal was a young woman who was in a cult, this cult demanded money every month so their believers may be 'pure' no matter what. This stupid woman stole identities of whoever she could scam and she disguised herself every month to look sort of like her current victim.
Two years had this woman been on the run, but soon, within minutes, she would be caught and sent to jail. Nancy allowed herself to smirk at this thought; justice was a wonderful thing.
She kept her back against the wall, crouched down, one hand on top of the gun reloader and the other tight around the handle. Her breaths were silent and low. She repressed a long, overdue yawn that threatened to blow her cover. Sleep sounded wonderful. Cake sounded wonderful; Sayla's cake to be exact, god, that girl could bake.
"Focus!" Nancy pinched her arm and winced at how hard she had done it.
A key clanked against the door lock, and a audible KLANK could be heard. Nancy was just one door down, behind the rounding corner wall. The door shuts and the lock was audible once more. Just five minutes until she would use the spare key the manager gave her and capture her criminal.
She was use to crouching for long period of times, it was all part of the drills she was trained to do. She was also used to waiting for long periods of times, another practice drill.
Suddenly Nancy was aware of an odd noise. It sounded like another-or a couple more locks being unlocked and locked. This noise sounded familiar, where had she heard this clanking? It was almost as if someone had metal shoes on and were walking down the hall as silently as they could- Oh, god no! That fat head chief did not do what she hoped he didn't.
Grinding her teeth Nancy turned toward the wall, on one knee now, her gun beside her head and she slowly crouched around the corner. The hall was dark and the only light source was the moon's light that shone through the windowed hall.
She was now beside the door, still crouched with her back against the wall. She heard the footsteps stop and knew instantly HE was crouched on the opposite side of the door. She took a deep breath and looked to her rival.
Captain Gundam was crouched in the same position as she, but instead of a pistol he was armed with a rifle-beam. Nancy glared to him baring her teeth as an animal would.
'Why are you here?' She whispered so silently the gundam had to higher his audio sensors.
Captain lowered his voice audio to match Nancy's own tone and answered:' the chief suggested I come and be back-up.'
The female soldier had to resist the urge to scream in anger. That bastard chief Haro was doing this lot lately to her, sending Captain to back her up and hoping they would fight, just to make things more amusing. She would definitely yell at him for this and somehow make him suffer.
'.!' She mouthed angrily.
The Gundam shook his head. Of course he would. Either he was easy going and tried to work with her, or he gave in to the tension that instantly appeared when they worked together and rivaled against her.
Captain Gundam held up a hand and slowly pulled down his fingers. Nancy knew this meant they were going to barge into the room once he ran out of fingers.
'No!No!No!' She growled as silently as her throat would allow. She was not going to this.
He could go on in on his own and get shot.
It wasn't as if he would be hurt by gun shots, unlike her.
Was he going to kick the door down? Ha! She supposed-
With a a pump of his fist Captain had signaled them to go. Nancy quickly faced the door and unlocked the door with her spare key. She stood, Captain following suit, and kicked the door open. They ran in, guns in front of them, and were greeted with a familiar sight.
Their criminal already had a foot out the window which lead to an alley with a gym bag slung over one shoulder; she held up a pistol and shot at the soldiers.
Nancy and Captain ducked, took cover behind the bed and shot back. The gundam shot at the Crook's feet so she would lose balance while Nancy got a shot into their arm. The woman screamed in pain, but kept going, she got out the window and quickly jumped over the railing and into a giant, open garbage bin.
Nancy and Captain quickly ran over to the window in time to see the woman climbing out of the garbage, still grasping her shot arm. The Lieutenant ran out the window, jumped off the railing and landed, crouching beside the criminal. Captain had followed suit, blocking the woman's other side.
"Get outta here Captain. I have this in the bag; I don't need your help." Nancy pointed her gun at her prey's face.
"I know you do, but I'm just here as back up." The gundam pointed his rifle toward the woman as well. Why did Nancy have to be so stubborn? It wasn't like he was going to up-show her.
Nancy scowled and approached the woman.
"You should give up. I WILL shoot again, this time at a more weak point." The female soldier threatened.
"Ha! I'll kick your ass girly. I've killed and beat up many other bitches, even men, be-AAGH!" The criminal cried out in pain.
Nancy had shot the woman in the other arm.
"Call women 'Bitches' again, next time I'll shoot your foot." She glared daggers at the crook. How dare she call other woman a vulgar word, she had no right and it just pissed Nancy off that this criminal have such a ego.
Captain said nothing to this action, though he found it a bit harsh, she could have easily just punched the criminal. But he did see it as disgusting that such a convict thought she had the right to say such things about other woman. This was one of the things he and Nancy had in common, but usually overlooked as they fought.
There was a minute or so that passed as the woman yelled out colorful things. Nancy let her blow off steam, taking two shots to each arm was a horrible feeling.
After that moment passed the rest was easy: Nancy handcuffed her convict, the woman cried and told how her 'family'-the cult- would come after them, Nancy and Captain took her back to the local jail and that ended that.
"That seemed a bit too easy, no?" Captain made chit-chat with his co-worker.
"Well she was just a low-life in a cult, she was physically weak than mentally smart, so the first gunshot was the only thing needed." Nancy let go of her overdue yawn.
"You should have just stayed home Captain. You-"
"It does not matter. I could have declined the Chief's order, but I did not. I came because we are partners and I know you've been over-working." The gundam was tired of her bickering. Why couldn't they just get along more? He enjoyed the healthy rivalry, but he didn't like how it got too serious at times.
Nancy gave a chuckle and shook her head. As always, he was the caring, peacemaker. At least he knew when the squabbling was to be ended and tried to be work things out.
"Little goody-goody two shoes." She remarked as they walked out of the police station.
"I wear no shoes."