Falconface, I'm sad to say that until the end it's only going to get much, much worse for these guys. I've got quite a few more devious things plotted out and I intend to go through with them despite the impending doom I may receive from one of my friends in particular XD. On another note, hope you enjoy the feels! *shoves them at you and runs away*

Name: Dirk Strider (in custody)

Age: 28

Occupation: Martial Artist/Kendo Instructor

Status: Stripped

Relationships: N/A

Family: younger brother; Dave Strider (in custody)

Threat Level: Dangerous; Contained

Name: Roxy Lalonde (TERMINATED)

Age: 27

Occupation: Fashion Designer; side- Hacker; alias ROGUE

Status: Stripped

Relationships: John Egbert (TERMINATED)

Family: younger sister; Rose Lalonde (missing)

Threat Level: Non-existent

VRISKA:

She slams the door on the half unconscious blonde man, enraged. Those brats have gotten away again. The first time she had just considered them lucky, but now this is becoming infuriatingly ridiculous.

"Ma'am, what do you want us to do with the body?" She turns to face one of those fucking droids with a snarl. It doesn't react. It merely blinks blankly and waits for her command.

"Ask the Queen, not me you useless piece of scrap metal," She whirls around on her heels and stalks off. On her way she passes the limp and bloodied body of Roxy Lalonde. Vriska averts her gaze to avoid looking at the bloodstained beauty. She doesn't particularly enjoy the act of killing itself, but most times she finds that she traps herself to the point where she has no choice. In this case she can claim self-defense, but what good will that do? The image of death is still on fresh on her mind now, and forever will be.

And it won't do her any good to forget. There's also the matter in which she now has to consider the wrath that will be brought upon her by the other Lalonde, Rose.

Vriska allows a slight shudder to pass through her. I don't want to be anywhere locate-able when that woman finds out about her sister.

A droid stops her in her tracks, tossing the foreboding thoughts clear out of her mind for a moment. "Ms. Serket, about the children-"

Vriska scowls and cuts it off. "Can it you hunk of junk! I don't want to talk about those brats with any of you. This is the FOURTH time in a consecutive row that they have escaped with YOUR services employed. Tell Her Majesty that I'm calling in my people like now, like I wanted to from the start."

She shoves past the droid and stalks as far away from the whole group as much as possible. It's amazing that she's been able to work with the blasted things from the start, but she had no choice because of the Queen saying that they were sooo reliable. What a bunch of horse shit. The only thing they are good for is monitoring things. I mean, they've let KIDS get away for hell's sake! How is that reliable?!

Once Vriska is certain that she's alone and won't be interrupted she whips her phone out of her coat pocket and dials a number. She puts the receiver to her ear and listens to the line ring. The night around her is already showing signs of fading, and the chill of mid-winter season is finally catching up with her. It's exhausting.

If she can't capture those rotten children by the Queen's normal means, then she will use her means. And her means are guaranteed to bring her success.

TEREZI:

When the phone had started ringing she had been fast asleep, thus able to ignore it as background noise to her dreams. It was when her partner started to hit her awake that she couldn't ignore it anymore, and that irritated her.

Groaning she sits up, the partially thick blanket sliding off of her and letting the cold air of the room assault her bare skin. She shivers and rubs her eyes to make herself feel more alert.

"Answer the motherfuckin' phone," her partner growls sleepily.

She growls back with a sharp edge to her voice, "Isn't it supposed to be on your side of the bed?"

"If it was we wouldn't be having this goddamn conversation, now would we?"

Hissing softly, Terezi leans over and paws along the nightstand in hunt for the phone. Her hand bumps into something hard and vibrating and she wraps her hand around it. Bringing it to her ear she hits the button to make it shut up and answer the call. Whoever is calling her better have something important to say, otherwise she's gonna raise hell for being woken up.

"What?" she snaps.

"I've got a job for you."

Terezi freezes at the sound of the familiar voice. Slowly she swings her legs out of bed and leans forward like she intends to get up. Her partner senses the shift and wraps his annoyingly strong arms around her waist, warning her to not get out of bed.

"Vriska? Do you know what time it is?" she asks incredulously, not actually aware of the time herself.

"Almost a quarter to 4," her partner mumbles, tracing circles along her hips lazily.

"It doesn't matter the time," Vriska says in aggravation. Well guess that could make three of them. "What matters is that I need someone that's not a damn droid and actually competent enough that they can bring in some fucking fugitives!"

Vriska's voice rises with each word and by the end she's loud enough that Terezi has to pull the phone away from her ear to retain her hearing. A few choice words echo through the receiver before the line goes quiet.

Finally deeming it safe for her ears she puts the receiver back in its place and answers. "Alright, start from the top. What do you need?"

Vriska takes a deep breath before responding slowly, fully aware that she can just go into another rant at any second. "There are some kids the Queen wants, on in particular. You remember Kanaya, right?"

Confused, Terezi gives a short 'yeah' in response.

"She's a confirmed traitor with valuable secrets dealing with the Resistance. The Queen thinks those secrets are contained in Maryam's vault, but she needs to know where that vault is. The only way to properly ensure anything comes out of that woman's mouth is to use her kid against her."

"I'm assuming this is where you want me to come in and track the kid down?"

"Exactly. The only problem is they just flew off and are somewhere over the ocean right now. But like I told Kanaya, I know who she trusts in the fashion industry," Vriska chuckles darkly. "I'm at the Lalonde residence right now. Their only other ally they can go to that's overseas is a certain Brit. You remember Ampora too, right?"

"Ugh," Terezi wrinkles her nose in disgust. There's no way she can ever forget the smell of his cloying and expensive cologne. Or the fact that he had hit on her a couple of times. Though she will admit he had been rather clever about it.

"Good, then you know where to go now," Vriska is starting to sound like this closes the matter, but Terezi isn't done yet.

"Hold on Vriska, what's in it for me?" Her partner clears his through and she rolls her eyes. "Us."

"Us? Terezi, don't tell me you're still with that creep."

"Shut up Vriska, it's not like you've got any room to talk. Answer the damn question," While it's true that her relationship with her partner is rather...strenuous, she can't deny that is isn't all terrible. For instance, she doesn't know if he actually is ugly or not, so it's not like she has to care about appearances. And he's really good at doing his part of the job-their job; bounty hunting. And the side perks aren't all that bad either, he does know how to have fun.

"Look, we'll hash out the details after you bring in the brats. But I'm just going to say the sooner that happens the bigger your bonus will be plus your usual pay."

Terezi sits stock still and debates. Under normal circumstances she doesn't take S rated bounty hunts, the kind that the Queen usually sets out. She doesn't like the trouble associated with those ones in particular; it's always a hassle with all that official paperwork and shit. She and her partner both stick mainly to A rank and under bounties, usually just your average hardcore criminal or serial killer. And if she picks up this task Vriska is offering that means she's gonna have to drop the hunt on the Midnight Crew. She know that will most likely piss off her partner.

But on the other hand this task is really just picking up a few run away kids that are in a way linked to the Resistance. She's heard that the bounties for those kinds of people rack in a ton of mula. Put that on top of the bonus + regular pay Vriska is talking about and they'll be set for a while. And besides, they're just kids so this should be a pretty quick and easy hunt.

Taking a deep breath she says with a grumble, "Alright, fine."

Vriska sighs in relief. "Much appreciated, Pyrope."

"Whatever, I'm still pissed at you," She tries to sound angry, but this is her best friend after all. Vriska chuckles lightly before hanging up. Terezi ends the call on her end of the line and puts the phone back on the nightstand. She pinches the bridge of her nose and rubs her eyes- her entire face actually- with a groan.

Then she turns and slaps her partner on the shoulder and he grunts. "Get up Makara, we've got work to do."

Heh heh heh :3 I know that Gamrezi isn't really popular and that it's actually one of the worst ships just because it's abusive but I think it works for the setting of this story so nyeh. Stay in tune because next chapter's gonna be...slicey dicey.