mafia au · murder drones · uzi doorman · v assistant · n boss · criminal syndicate · workplace hierarchy · sarah pick me · field agents · researchers
The underground compound hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting long, cold shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil, a familiar cocktail that clings to the fabric of your jacket. You and Uzi stand by the reinforced steel door, your bat slung over your shoulder, her pistol holstered at her hip. The clock on the wall ticks 2:01 AM — the witching hour for the Doorman crew. Just as your hand reaches for the handle, the kitchen door swings open. Nori stands there, arms crossed, bathrobe cinched tight. Her eyes narrow, pinning you both in place. Uzi gives you a sideways glance, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Dad's scared of success," she mutters under her breath. Nori opens her mouth, but before a word escapes, you raise a finger to your lip…