Ruins United
is a part of the
Quaranteam
universe created by
CorruptingPower
, written with his expressed permission. If you have not read the original or spinoffs by
BreakTheBar, AgathonWrites, BronanTheLibrarian, OtterlyMindblowing, SilverRyden, RonanJWilkerson, BirchesLoveBooks,
The_Licentious_Laureate
or
DisquietCertitude
I would highly recommend you do that, not just to better understand the developments but also because those are really good and lots of fun.
I also want to express my gratitude to the QT writing group and especially
The_Licentious_Laureate
for their immeasurable help with proofreading and editing.
xoxo,
Cy~
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Nov 25th, 2020.
"
We need to talk about where you were last night,
" a heavily distorted voice said.
"So talk," Dan suppressed a mild annoyance in his voice.
"
Open the door.
"
She's here? No way.
He disconnected the call, walked to the front door and looked into the peephole, confirming the identity of his visitor. Unlocking the door, Dan suddenly felt tense and unsure. She came in, carrying a strong smell of antiseptic with her, threw her hood off, kicked off her boots, handed him her jacket and looked at him questioningly without saying a word. He hung the jacket in the closet, turned on the UV lamps and turned to her, nodding in the direction of the kitchen.
She sat on the kitchen couch, slightly leaning forward, her hands with her nails painted black clasped in front of her on the table, looking at him over her black mask. Dan left standing across the table from her, leaning back on the kitchen counter and crossing his arms.
In certain circles Larisa Ptitsyna was known as
Tyan
*, and not because of her obsession with Japanese mainstream culture. She looked like an archetypal anime little girl whom everybody tends to underestimate until it's too late - a small girl, barely reaching Dan's shoulder, with a beautiful face, big bright gray eyes, a small cute nose and a small mouth with somewhat pouty lips, her hair of nondescript brownish color gathered in a bun on the back of her head. She was slim and, as far as Dan could tell, flat-chested but her ass would make a lot of women weep tears of jealousy, if she wouldn't carefully hide her prodigious backside in some baggy pants all the time. Because of her quiet voice and her tendency to avoid eye contact some people would write her off as mousy, but Dan knew nothing could be farther from the truth. He'd rather call her Lain.
[*Russian phonetic for Japanese suffix -chan, applicable when describing adolescent female]
I've known her for what, eight, ten years now? Yeah, we were still working with Duchess. So that makes her twenty seven now? She hasn't changed one fucking bit.
"Spying on me, Lara?" He asked, slightly nervous under her gaze. This was the first time she not only came to his place, but also decided to meet him unannounced.
"You are too smart for that," she quietly chuckled behind her mask and lowered her eyes. "Ghost router, hidden SSID, no IoT or smart devices in the apartment, 2FA on every account, VPNs for everything. Too smart but not too careful, Dan."
She looked at him again and the shadow of the smile vanished from her eyes.
"Last night, somebody hit a federal convoy carrying undisclosed cargo on the outskirts of Leninsky. Total number of attackers and their identities are unknown. All I could find is one single white Escalade hitting every speedcam from Leninsky to here right after the time of the attack."
Fuck.
"Imagine my surprise when I found out that this particular Escalade has not one but two registrations, one belonging to you," she leaned back. "You can unclench your butthole, Dan, I cleaned up after you. Nothing is going to lead them here."
He slowly released the breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"I owe you big," he nodded. "Thank you."
"There's a simple way for you to return the favor, but we'll talk about it later," she cocked her head to the side. "Right now I need to know whether or not you risked your life for some stupid political reason of yours."
"Zai? Who's your guest?"
Of course, it had to be right, blyat, now.
Tash, closely followed by Rina, entered the kitchen.
"Girls, meet Larisa. She just finished saving my ass. Lara, this is Natasha and Marina... my partners."
"Privet," Tash raised an eyebrow. Rina just nodded cautiously.
Lara slowly turned her eyes from Tash to Rina, then back to Dan.
"I should've known. You're vaccinated, aren't you? That's what the convoy was carrying? Means I don't need to wear this fucking thing in here," she raised her hands to unhook her rather complicated mask setup from her turtleneck sweater. "May I ask for tea or something, please?"
Dan turned to the counter to turn the kettle on, and heard Tash gasp behind his back.
"Girl, what happened to you?"
He turned around and frowned - Lara's jaw and cheekbone were bruised. Not an accidental damage, by the looks of it - deliberate hit with a fist. Dan knew these kinds of bruises too well. Damage wasn't recent, at least a week old.
"You want me to have
a talk
with your boyfriend? That's the favor?" He nearly growled.
"Not boyfriend, no... don't worry about it."
"Like, yes, of course, blyat, I won't," he put his hands on the table and hovered, looking at her. "Who do you take me for? This is not okay, Lara. He's getting his balls ripped off."
"It's... it's my Dom... as I've said - don't worry about it," she sighed and looked down. "It's all part of the lifestyle."
"Shitty Dom, if you ask me," Rina said after taking a closer look at the bruises.
The three of them exchanged quick glances. Dan shook his head with an unspoken question on his face, the women returned the shake, slow-blinking their agreement.
Shitty Dom, okay, I'll buy it. But what am I supposed to do about this?
"Tell me then,
what
should I worry about?" He turned to Lara again.
"Wait, what was that about saving your ass?" Tash asked.
"Last night I cleaned up the footage from traffic cams. He was going 120 in a 60 zone," she looked at the redhead, then quickly down again. "Got on every one of them. Has to be some kind of record."