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Cass sips her coffee as she arrives at the van early morning... surprise, surprise.

She gave Butcher one day to not fuck up with her help, and they actually got somewhere. So now she's just going to have to deal with being subjected to seeing the face of the prick she'd hope to never have to see again.

Oh the cards we're dealt.

Every second she's around him her blood boils to the point her skin could melt off the bone. And killing him would bring her joy, pure bliss even... but it wouldn't change anything.

And letting Bellamy Butcher live for the rest of his life drowning in guilt is better revenge than any.

The bangs on the side of the van. "Open up!" She hollers.

Hughie opens the door for her, nodding smally as she enters.

"You're la-" M.M. begins but quickly closes mouth, smartly so.

"To the fucking Noodle Palace." Cass mutters into her drink that's getting her nowhere this morning.

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Cassius, M.M., Hughie, Bellamy, and Frenchie are parked outside of the Noodle Palace, the Chinese restaurant they've been staking out for a week based off of Popclaw's intel. After two days, Cass suggested that the bitch was probably lying, but here there are.

She leans her head back against the cool steal of the van as she sits in the back across from M.M. and Hughie, Frenchie and Bellamy in the front.

"Sorry, baby, just, work's just been a motherfucker lately." Mother's Milk lies through his teeth on the phone. "You know I'd much rather be at home, rubbing on them toes than out here breaking up yard fights." Bellamy glances at him through the rearview mirror as Cassius peaks one eye open. "But you know, a brother got to get paid, right?"

"Oh, most definitely." He continues. "Payday comes, we gonna be all up in Kay Jewelers, tearing it down." M.M. emphasizes. "Champagne showers." He laughs as Frenchie raises a brow and him and Bellamy glance at each other. "I know, I know, I'm just kidding. All right, sweetheart. Talk to you." He makes a kissing noise before hanging up.

Frenchie and Bellamy glance back at him.

"Say something." He dares 'em.

Bellamy shakes his head, not wanting any of his smoke today, whilst Frenchie shrugs.

"Well, you know, Jean-Paul Sartre said marriage stifles our essential male urges." Frenchie tells him.

"Jean-Paul Sartre also died an old, lonely motherfucker." M.M. argues back. "Not to mention his girl was shacking up with some other dude."

"Uh, oui. They were free to explore." Frenchie nods.

Disgusting, Cass thought.

"Explore what? Gonorrhea?" M.M. claps back. Exactly. "Come on, Frenchie. Why work so motherfucking hard if you don't have somebody to go home to and sleep next to at night?" He poses the question.

Bellamy clears his throat, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

"Well, I go to sleep next to someone different every night." Frenchie smirks.

"Yeah, and that's 'cause you're an old, lonely fucker, too." M.M. points at him. "And you're gonna die by yourself."

"Mm." Frenchie nods, fake pouting his lips at him. "Well, if you and Monique have something so pure, why are you lying to her about where you are?"

M.M. looks away as Cass raises her head up, arching a brow at him.

"Oh, you got something to say too?" M.M. turns to her.

"Ehm, you're going to hell." Cass says while clearing her throat.

M.M. sighs as Frenchie chuckles. Bellamy on the other hand knew he had no room or right to say anything, so for once he kept his mouth shut, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in his chest.

Trying not to think about the blonde merely inches behind him...

Her hips, her thighs, her legs wrapped around-

Frenchie nudges his arm just as two men run into each other and one bends down to pick something up, thankfully breaking him from his tortuous thoughts.

Frenchie sits up. "Noodle Guy. He's packing."

"About time we see something." M.M. says.

Cass shoots to her feet. "Amen."

Bellamy raises his brows, reaching for the door handle.

All five exit the van, walking one in front of the other as the Noodle Guy crosses the street. He turns down an alley and they continue to follow.

He makes a sharp turn again, down some steps and they proceed to tail him into a grocery store, keeping their distance. The Noodle Guy passes the meat counter into the back and as they all step up to the counter they see him shutting a door behind him.

"We got to go in there, don't we?" Hughie asks.

"What do you think?" Cass rolls her eyes.

"Don't be scared, petit Hughie." Frenchie tells him.

"Will you stop calling me that? I'm, like, six feet tall." Hughie whispers back.

"Mmm." Bellamy eyes him up and down.

Cass huffs, pushing past all the men. "Can we go?"

Frenchie picks the lock to the door and they enter a basement. M.M., Frenchie, and Bellamy have their guns cocked, ready to fire, and Cass's hand rests on her own weapon as M.M., Hughie, and Cass come across three men sitting a table eating takeout as they smoke.

Bellamy and Frenchie quickly appear on the opposite side of them and Bellamy juts his head as Frenchie motions his hand. M.M. and Cass nod before turning around to a confused Hughie.

Should've left him in the van, Cass rolls her eyes to herself. Would've been safer for everybody.

M.M. mouths to Hughie as he turns him around and then glances back at Frenchie and Bellamy. Bellamy gives him a nod as Cass moves past Hughie to the front and M.M. runs past Hughie as well checking the end of the hall as Frenchie and Bellamy approach, rejoining them.

Bellamy takes the lead entering the next room first, M.M. and Frenchie taking his left and right as they scan the room before Frenchie lowers his gun and Mother's Milk discards his to his waistband, though Bellamy keeps his up.

"Let's hurry up, let's go." M.M. whisper-shouts. Bellamy nods his chin towards all the supplies and M.M. nods. "Check those boxes." He looks at Frenchie who keeps walking as Hughie hurries over to the box. M.M. and Bellamy begin digging through the boxes in front of them.

Cass sighs before letting her grip loose and she marches over to the shelf by Hughie and starts rifling through.

"French." Bellamy calls over his shoulder.

"Frenchie, look for the V." Mother's Milk hisses.

Cass looks up at Frenchie continuing forward, almost as if he's in a trance. He looks in between bars at a tv playing.

"Frenchie, come on, let's go. Check these boxes." M.M. repeats himself.

Frenchie notices someone sitting under a table in the small cell room.

Cass glances over her shoulder, making eye contact with Bellamy who looks at her questioningly, brow's knitted, wondering what the hell his best friend was doing. She simply shrugs, turning back to the boxes at hand, not allowing herself to look to long.

"Come on, Frenchie, what are you doing?" M.M. asks.

"Hey, all good?" Bellamy checks, but M.M. loses patience and stomps over to him before Bellamy can stop him.

"Are you deaf?" He pauses, eyes falling upon what Frenchie's being staring at. "Jesus." He mutters.

Cass, Bellamy, and Hughie all appear behind Frenchie, taking a look themselves and find a girl sitting under the table, just as Frenchie had moments before.

Cass tilts her head as Bellamy's brows raise.

"Who's that?" Hughie's eyes widen.

"How would any of us know, genius?" Cass mumbles.

"I think we should let her go." Frenchie says.

"Hell no." Bellamy dismisses at the same time Cass says, "Are you insane?"

"No, no, no, no, no, uh-uh. We're here for the V, and we get out." M.M. immediately adds. "This isn't rescue."

"You sound like Butcher." Hughie looks at M.M.

"I sound like a motherfucker that wants to be breathing." M.M. tells him.

"Mhmm." Cass crosses her arms.

Bellamy steps around to Frenchie. "Hey, hey, hey." He grabs his shoulder. "Talk to me."

Frenchie looks up to him. "I think we should let her go."

Bellamy nods, seeing the determination in Frenchie eye's. "Okay, tell me why." He needs to know the reason, though with that look, he doesn't need one.

"I just do." Frenchie says strongly. "I have a feeling."

And he doesn't have to say anymore. With their shared look, Bellamy will do anything for Frenchie.

"Okay." Bellamy takes a step back and Frenchie opens the latch, snapping M.M., Cass, and Hughie's attention from their discussion.

"Are you out your damn mind?" Cass snaps at Bellamy.

"Let him do it." Bellamy argues.

"Goddamn it, Frenchie." M.M. grumbles. "What the..."

"Why cause he batted his eyelashes at you and said jump and you said how fucking high?" Cassius raises her voice at him.

"Because I trust him." Bellamy argues back.

Cass narrows her eyes at him, and if looks could kill... Bellamy would be ten feet in the fucking ground.

Her ears ring as her skin grows hot, feeling sick at the deja vu that's overwhelming her senses.

"She's just a girl." Bellamy says.

The girl turns her head as the door opens and suddenly a several men come flying into the room shouting. "Hey! Don't set her free!"

Everyone immediately turns their heads just as the men start firing and the girl jumps up from the floor and launches herself at one of the gunmen as Bellamy, Frenchie, Cass, Hughie, and M.M. all duck and dive.

The girl punches another in the stomach before shoving her fingers into the man's eyes and blood starts gushing out.

Cass leans over, forcing her anger to simmer as Hughie freaks at the sight.

"Oh, my God!" He screams.

The girl snaps the mans neck before moving over to the man she shoved down and punches her fists into his stomach. M.M. winces at the sight.

One of the men left standing approaches the girl and she slowly turns around before he stumbles backward, pulling out his gun and shooting himself underneath the chin.

"Oh, fuck." Hughie looks away.

"Hughie, let's go! Let's go, Hughie!" M.M. shouts. "Cassius." He grabs her shoulder, moving her along.

"Come on!" Frenchie yells at them, him and Bellamy standing in the girl's cell, and he pulls the door shut as Cass, Hughie, and Mother's Milk rush in just as the violent girl's arm thrashes through the bars.

M.M. grunts as him and Bellamy hold the door shut before the girl stops, looking off. She retreats, giving them one quick glance before she takes off.

"Just a girl?" Cass rages as Hughie struggles to breathe, loudly. "Hughie, arms up!" She snaps, grinding her teeth together. Bellamy's slowly turns to face her and her nostrils flare as Hughie raises his arms up into the air, opening up his lungs to breathe.

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Hey, heyyy!! Welcome backkk & happy Moronic Morosis Thursday!! ;)

We have some old wounds opening up for Cass... are y'all ready to dive into her & Bellamy's historyyyy?! Because we haven't even begun to scratch the surface of the ammo behind those nose attacks she gave him in the previous episodes chapter, hehehe...

Anddd, are we shocked Bellamy caved & took Frenchie's side immediately??? Ummm, no, haha.

Well, I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter & the kick off for episode 4!! Kimiko is hereeee <3333

Don't be afraid to comment y'all's thoughts, questions, & reactions!! Until next time, mwah!!