catko

Title: The Red Caper
Fandom: Leverage
Exact Word Count: 500
Does each drabble have exactly 100 words?: Yes
Word/Prompt Used?: Red!

Nate peered at the wall screen. “We gotta get these guys,” he muttered. “But it won’t be easy. Scam a scammer, needs the right angle.”

“Story of our lives,” proclaimed Hardison, as he scrolled on the laptop. “With the number of innocent people these dudes have ripped off, we gotta get em good.”

“I always fancy Red Tiara. Valuable artifact, lost heirs, great fortune?” Sophie looked seductively at Nate. “Me, lapsed royal, just needing a small investment from my long lost cousin. Best, it’s direct. Just get the money from the mark. Easy peasy.” She twirled her hair, looking pleased.

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“There’s also Red Gem. Work on their business greed. Set up a fake import-export business, talk these guys into investing with us…make off with their loot. I don’t know. These dudes are pretty tough, and there’s always that one dicey point in the con where you might just have to fight…” Nate rubbed his jaw, perhaps remembering past adventures.

“Well that’s no big, we got Our Man here! Just get him to see red!” Harrison slapped Eliot on the back, lurching him forward.

“I’ll show you red,” grunted Eliot, punching his right fist into his left hand, as Hardison grinned.

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“We could always go to the classics. Sherlock Holmes, The Red Headed League. Keep the mark busy with some faked-up, well-paid gig based on one of his distinguishing characteristics, while you dig a tunnel under his office.”

“A tunnel?”

“Well, just a metaphor. In this case, it’d be ‘buy time; hack into their database and get the incriminating evidence.’”

“Ah.” Hardison nodded. “Now you’re speaking a language that I understand.”

“Of course a more modern, tried and true version of this is the Caribbean Cruise. But getting these dudes tickets for a junket just won’t do it in this case.”
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“All right, focus.’ Sophie began pacing around the table. “What’ll it be. The Red Tiara, The Red Gem, or The Red-Headed League?”

Nate ticked off his fingers. “Red Tiara: Sophie gets to play royal, but it means singling one out from the others, yet working them all at the same time. Could be tricky, especially if they don’t trust each other much. Red Gem, takes product to set it up, and the aforementioned risky part. Red Headed League, keep ‘em busy while we get the evidence. More straightforward, but…not much glamour.” He looked at the others, who all shrugged half-heartedly.

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Eliot glared. “Gad, I hate it when we can’t figure which plan to use. It’s like, we go in wishy-washy, it’s never gonna work out.”

Nate shrugged. “Here’s to letting fate decide. Or Parker, whichever comes first.” Just then, there was a rattle at the door and a a cheery “Yoo-hoo! Sorry I’m late, you wouldn’t believe the line at—What?” as she noticed they’d all turned to stare at her, open-mouthed. She paused. “It’s…just for fun. They call it ombre.” Quirking a grimace at their stunned expressions, she twirled awkwardly as her long, bright red hair spun out around her.

What does Mrs. Wellick have on her phone? Disclaimer: I used Google Translate for the Danish and Swedish, so apologies for errors...

"Damn. Det er min telefon ikke fungerer."
( Translate... )

These were for a "drabble tag" challenge at womenverse where someone writes a drabble, then the next person chooses a three-word phrase from that story and uses it in their own. Rule: all stories must feature women characters, or be about a woman. So...

( Castle, Sherlock BBC, Buffy, Firefly, Fringe )

For this fandomverse challenge--a bingo card of prompts. Drabbles and icons inspired by this gifset by hobanwashburnes. No warnings needed for the fic, I don't think...it's all post-BDM, though, so if you're still among those who don't want to be spoiled for that, avoid. :)


( Zoe Washburne FTW! )

Danny

Hotel room. What fresh hell could this be? That’s the thing with having a fucking secret. Everything becomes about that. Hiding, holding, waiting for it to ambush you, from the inside or the outside. That clutch of fear when you catch sight of a supermarket tabloid or see a blind item about a “notorious Hollywood partier.” The moment of panic when any one of a million celebrity bloggers swans over to you at a party. Expecting that every unexpected event will turn into the Big Reveal.

He puts the tape into the VCR, praying that it isn’t of him.

( Bigger. )

Category: Firefly—Gen. Ariel. Rated PG.
Words: 100
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Summary: For prompt #211 at ff_friday . It’s the last line.

He puts down the recorder, trying to hide his sudden nervousness. The good, warm feeling that had filled his chest at his success—and the thought of the reward money—chills in the fix of the Suit’s ice-blue stare.

He pushes down the rising, inexplicable panic with a small joke: “...didn’t do your job for you...” The second Suit strides forward, pulling something out of his breast pocket. A click; two blue rods flick out from either side of his fist. Some Alliance-type interrogation device? He tries another pleasantry. "I'm not even going to ask what you're doing with that." 

Rated: PG
Category: Firefly—Gen. Saffron
Words: 160
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Summary: For prompt ‘trash’ #210 on ff_friday. Set during--what else--“Trash.”

Author: catko
Category: Firefly; pre-series and Serenity, the episode
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Book says a prayer. For the prompt "sign" at  firefly100

Note: The idea was from

just_unravel, late one night.