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BEFORE WE BEGIN, I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT! I wasn't originally intending to upload this short story, but I was proud of how it turned out so I decided to release it.

My other book is still on hiatus. I know it's been more than a month, but I'm still dealing with some problems I need to sort out. Expect my return sometime in August! Everything I said before still applies. This book will be mostly therapeutic writing to help me distract myself, so I will be doing small updates once and a while. Thank you for understanding!❤️❤️
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Party - Chapter 1

OC x Sniper - SFW

Description: AU where the team was disbanded and work as individuals for The Administrator. Anita runs into Sniper at the same party, hunting down similar targets. Takes place after the events in the comics.

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This wasn't Anita's scene. Fancy parties full of rich bastards wasn't exactly what she grew up around. But all the other mercs were busy, so the Administrator said, "Fuck it! Let's send her in!"

So against her better judgement, there Anita was. Sitting at the bar, twirling a half empty beer bottle on the counter.

She was used to the stares by now, too. Men gawking at her, their wives either slapping their husbands or glaring at Anita with all the hatred in hell.

If she was being honest, a small, horrible part of her self enjoyed it. It was her outfit causing all the ruckus, and she knew it. Silky white dress, with a V in the middle that showed off her cleavage well. Her back was left completely exposed, with the sides of her dress cut to show off her strong legs. So yeah, it was a hell of a dress. 

"What's such a pretty little thing like you doing all by your lonesome?" A man asked, with a thick southern accent. Here we go again, she thought to herself.

Anita put on a fake smile and turned to the man. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm here with my fiancé. But thank you for the complement!" She responded with a grin.

"Oh. Well, I don't see your fella anywhere, now do I? Come on darlin', He ain't ever gotta know." The man insisted, inching closer to Anita. She could smell the beer radiating off of him, and almost gagged. She gripped her bottle tighter and stood her ground, her patients already gone.

"Listen puto," She hissed, "I tried being polite. Now if you don't get the fuck out of my face-"

"Whoa! Whoa whoa! Hey there, buddy! I see you're keepin' my lady company while I went to do some business! Thanks for everythin' mate, but I think I got it from here." A man said, coming from behind Anita. She turned around and locked eyes with him. With Sniper.

The man stumbled back slightly as Sniper towered over him. The guy let out an annoyed grunt and stumbled away, probably off to find some other poor woman. It was quiet as Sniper sat next to her and ordered a whiskey.

"What the hell are you doing here, Sniper?" Anita asked, finally breaking the silence. The Australian scoffed. "By the looks of it, I'm savin' your ass from the drunks." He muttered back, thanking the bartender for the drink.

"That's not what I meant."

"Look, sheila, I'm just as confused as you are. The boss must've screwed this one up." He answered bluntly, taking a sip from his drink. "We both know that's not true. The Administrator never makes a mistake." Anita growled.

"Then I dunno! I mean, whaddya want me to say?" Sniper defended, glaring at Anita. She huffed and rubbed her temple. She rested her elbows on the bar as she thought. "Alright, Sniper. Who's your target."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't play dumb. The boss sent you here for a reason. Who. Is. Your. Target?" Anita repeated, turning her head and looking at Sniper. The marskman growled and looked around, making sure the coast is clear.

"Alright. It's an old friend of the boss. Some tubby guy named Franklin Martose. Apparently, he managed to double-cross Helen before she could double-cross him." Sniper whispered, leaning in closer to Anita.

"Hm. So, we have two different targets, who happen to be at the same party. Why would she send us both?" She asked, knitting her eyebrows together. Sniper shrugged and leaned away, before taking out a battered cigarette carton and offering one to Anita.

She took one and muttered a thanks, before lighting it with her own lighter. "How'd you get in here, anyway?" She asked, taking a long drag from her cigarette. Sniper raised his eyebrow. "Are we playin' 20 questions now?" He teased. Anita gave him a look.

"I'm only jokin', sheesh. I did it the old fashion way. I snuck in. How 'bout you?" He asked, taking a puff from his smoke. "I've still got some old friends who work for my target. Apparently my guy is some big bad mafia man who double-crossed Helen or some shit. But his name isn't Franklin... whatever." She responded, taking a sip from her beer.

Sniper chuckled. "Lucky you." He said, glancing at Anita. "Nice dress, by the way." He mentioned awkwardly, clearing his throat. Anita looked at Sniper and suppressed a smile. "Thanks. Nice suit." She said, returning the complement.

"Thanks."

An awkward air hung between the two of them, as they exchanged 'sneaky' glances before looking straight ahead when they were caught. Sniper cleared his throat again and turned to Anita. "Look, sheila-"

*DING DING DING DING*

The room went quiet. Their attention was turned to a fat, balding man standing on a chair.

"Welcome, ladies and gentleman! I'm so happy everyone could make it here! To my best pal's 57th birthday!"

"Who the hell is that?" Sniper whispered, as they watched the man talk. "My target. Mr. Enzo Marowski." Anita whispered back.

"Come on up here, Frankie!" Enzo exclaimed, inviting one of the men below him onto a chair. Soon, there was two fat, balding men holding the crowds attention.

"Is that-"

"Yep." Sniper answered, "That's my guy." He said with a sigh. The men cracked a few (unfunny) jokes, before telling everyone to enjoy the party. The chatter soon engulfed the room, which was their cue to turn towards the bar again.

Sniper was about to say something, but Anita cut him off. "Come on, follow me." She said, throwing her cigarette in the ashtray before grabbing Snipers hand jumping back into the crowd.

"Where are we going?" He whispered urgently, flicking his unfinished cigarette on the floor and stomping it out as they went. "We need to keep watch on these guys." She answered as she weaved her way through all the people. Once they broke free from the crowd, they scanned all the occupied sofas and tables before settling their sights on two men.  

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Cliffhanger? Idk but hope you enjoyed. love u babes <3