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I know drabbles are usually exactly 100 words long, but considering my one-shots are 40k, my drabbles can be 900, too.

Please enjoy. This one's Suit Guy's POV.

Drabble 1 - Saturday

For the umpteenth time in the last five minutes I checked the clock at the dash. I was well aware of the fact that things never went according to plan, but fuck it, two hours off schedule before things were about to start? Even with a smooth execution that would amount to additional problems occurring, and an optimist I was not.

I knew I should have gotten rid of that useless fucker after the last mission in Biloxi nearly blew up into our faces, but now it was too late.

Five minutes ticked by, then ten, and I felt the last of the adrenaline seep from my veins. A glance in the mirror revealed I wasn't the only one feeling the strain, and I wasn't surprised when Number Two got out of her car and calmly walked over to me. She didn't knock but simply opened the back door on my side and slid into the seat, letting in a gust of dry, hot air.

"Heard anything?"

I shook my head, my eyes still fixed at the building in front of me, my fingers resuming their drumming on the steering wheel.

"Thought so. Can't you just shoot him?"

"No."

As usual she wasn't expecting me to explain further.

"He'll get us killed if he keeps going like that. You know that."

"I'm aware of that, but thank you for pointing it out."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her shake her head in answer, but she didn't elaborate on her irritation. Silence fell, comfortable and without either of us feeling the need to fill it with useless chatter.

A fire exit at the side of the building caught my attention when the door was forced open, a single figure exiting onto the parking lot. Twenty-seven seconds later the front passenger door swung outwards, admitting the reason for our massive delay. I didn't even need to see his red eyes and hear him sniffling to know what had happened.

My fingers itched for the SIG strapped to my lower back but I forced myself not to give in to the impulse to execute him on the spot.

"Shit, it's already noon? Sorry, E, but you should have been there, things were all chaotic, so many people ..."

He trailed off, then grinned at me as if his charm alone would make up for everything.

"Has it every occurred to you that this is exactly the reason why we chose Monday mornings for our operations?"

My acerbic tone had less effect on him than I was used to, but then it probably took a bullet through the leg to make him focus. He scratched his head, but kept that insane grimace on his face.

"E, man -"

"And didn't we go over how you refer to me a hundred times before?"

Normally I tried not to undermine my own authority by snapping at my compatriots, but he knew too well how much I despised the nickname I had assumed. By now he should have known better. Then again, so should I.

"Sure. Be that way. Number Thirteen. Why are you not Numero Uno anyway? And why am I Nine when there are fifteen others and I've been the last to sign up?"

"Because you are filling in for the previously vacated spot," Two chimed in from the back row, her bright eyes sparkling. I caught her gaze in the rear view mirror and her eyes turned hard, silently urging me on to get rid of this disgrace right away, but again I ignored her.

"Oh," was his less than eloquent retort, followed by a cackle. "Sweet."

It took a lot of restraint not to tell him in detail what had happened to his predecessor, but I forced myself to live by my own rules. No change in personnel after the mission planning is over. But I highly doubted that I'd have to see his dirty blond pony tail and watery eyes much longer after we completed our latest objective, one way or the other.

Focusing on the important things, I finally asked the question I should have posed the moment he opened the door.

"Is everything set up?"

"I guess so," he mumbled. "And it's still pretty busy, so if you wanna go ahead, go."

"No."

Both he and Two looked surprised.

"No? Seriously?" Nine was quick to voice his annoyance.

"Seriously," I confirmed, smirking a little at utilizing the word myself. "Got a problem with that?"

He shook his head, then reached for his pocket.

"You're the boss, man, when you give the go, we go. Guess you won't mind if I take a hit here?"

"Get the fuck out of my car and back to your post. And if I see you high as a kite again we will make do with only fifteen people, do we understand each other?"

It was highly satisfying to see his hand tremble where it had stopped on the way to retrieving the joint from his pocket.

"Crystal."

"Good."

Within moments he was out of the seat and back inside the building. Two let out a light cackle before she sobered up, and when I turned around to look at her directly she smiled.

"New ETA tomorrow?"

"I think next week. Mid-week. Break the pattern, stay unpredictable."

"Good plan. Also leaves me with a little more time to scout out a more suitable hide-out. The mine is cozy alright, but I think we can do much better. I'll call you when I find something."

With that she exited the car, leaving me alone with myself, my guns, and my knife. All I really needed.

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