Tough it Out - Episode 2
by Ava Conway
You really think Blade’s going to take us to this new supplier?
If he knows what's good for him, he will.
It could be a trap.
If it is, he’s dead.
Foxy laughs, revealing a flash of her tongue ring.
Lynn pulls out her phone and starts texting.
You there?
Thank God you’re okay — I was getting worried.
Sorry, I was busy.
We were roughing up one of the local dealers who’s been selling rapture.
He’s taking us to the rival gang that’s been supplying him.
Well, that’s a step in the right direction.
Hopefully they’ll be able to connect us to their supplier in Honduras.
Exactly. This is the break we’ve been waiting for — I can feel it.
Yeah, but they won’t give up information without a fight.
You need backup?
I’m tracking your coordinates.
Not now, but I might. Depends on how things go.
How fast could you get help here if I needed it?
I’m not in the office – kid’s sick again – but I’ll make sure a team is standing by.
Oh no. He’s sick?
You know how those daycares are — frickin germ incubators.
But he’s all right. I’ve got him covered in a blanket and watching cartoons.
We’re approaching the site. You have a lock on my location?
Got it. Be careful out there.
I will.
Lynn slides her phone in her pocket.
Foxy parallel parks the car next to a dark alley.
Both women get out and approach the alley.
I don’t have a good feeling about this.
Neither do I. You sure this is the right place?
Yeah. This is where Blade said to meet.
He’s not the most trustworthy guy though, is he?
Nah. Good thing you have a fox by your side, though.
How did you get that name, anyway?
Foxes are cunning.
They’re experts at evading hunters.
Foxy pulls out her knife.
And they don’t play by the rules.
Lynn glances at Foxy’s hand.
That damn ring is going to be distraction.
I’m wearing it.
It reminds me of who I am, and why I should never get too comfortable.
I don’t understand.
My dad left town when I was two.
And my mom…she cared about drugs more than me.
Then one day she just disappeared.
I was left to fend for myself as a kid.
I’m sorry — that’s horrible.
Foxy shrugs.
I did what needed to be done to survive.
That’s when this guy came along.
He promised to give me the world if I trusted him.
Foxy holds up her hand.
For a time, he did.
For a time?
His gifts always came with a price.
In the end, I learned that he was no better than my useless parents.
I keep this ring to remind me of what happens when you trust the wrong people.
Then you should keep the ring.
What?
I didn’t know it meant so much to you. Keep it.
But then I’m not wagering anything in our bet.
I’ll take your knife.
My lucky knife?
Yup. Get ready to kiss it goodbye.
Foxy grins.
It’s a deal.
The women glance into the alley to see Blade talking with two strangers.
Foxy looks at Lynn, and her whisper disappears into the night.
Three on two.
Like a walk in the park, eh?
Foxy nods.
Let’s do it.
Foxy and Lynn burst into the alley, surprising the men.
Foxy stabs Blade and with a guttural moan, he falls to the ground.
Meanwhile, Lynn kicks another one in the face.
The force of the blow spins his body, and it remains suspended for a second…
Before it crumples to the ground.
Then the third goes after Foxy…
Watch out!
The man lunges for Foxy.
Lynn tackles him to the ground before he reaches her friend.
What the…
Hell.
Under her breath, Lynn lets out an urgent whisper.
What are you doing here?
I could ask you the same thing.
Drake stands and makes a half-hearted swing.
Lynn easily dodges the punch.
I’ve got him!
Foxy kicks Drake in the back.
He stumbles into the shadows and Foxy follows in pursuit.
She calls over her shoulder.
I got this one. You watch the others.
Lynn’s gaze stays fixed on Drake.
Foxy narrows her eyes. She points a finger behind Lynn.
Don’t just stand there. One of them is getting away!
Lynn chases after the other gang member, but her thoughts are still with Drake.
He lied! He told her he was in training.
Did Drake go rogue?
Or worse — did he go bad?
Lynn pushes the thought out of her head and finishes off the last of Drake’s companions.
Then she turns in time to see Drake kick Foxy in the knees.
Foxy drops her knife and falls to the ground.
Lynn races back into the alley and tackles Drake before he can hurt her friend.
Finish him, Lynn! I’ll get Blade.
He’s bleeding out, so he’ll be an easy kill.
Wait a second — killing Blade wasn’t part of the deal.
He is, now.
Foxy hurries into the shadows.
Lynn wrestles with Drake. He pins her to the ground.
Goddamn liar. I hate you.
Liar? You’re calling ME a liar?
They roll until Lynn is on top.
Yes, you’re a traitor!
What’d they offer you?
Lynn tries to throw a punch, but Drake catches her hand in his large fist.
What are you talking about?
You’re the one who’s gone rogue. Not me.
You told me the agency was your life.
How could you betray us like this?
I didn’t—
How could you betray ME?
Lynn tries to pull her fist back for a punch.
Drake squeezes her fingers, causing Lynn to cry out in pain.
Will you shut up and listen?
Drake pins her to the ground once more.
I listen — YOU never talk.
I’m trying to talk to you now.
Oh yeah?
Then tell me why you’re being such an asshole.
Lynn gets away from Drake and scrambles to her feet.
And why you keep trying to ruin my life.
Ruining it?
Honey, I’m trying to save it.
Lynn swings at Drake, barely missing his jaw.
I told you – I can take care of myself.
I never said you couldn’t.
Lynn swings again, this time hitting her mark.
And I don’t need a Goddamn babysitter on every assignment.
Drake rubs his jaw.
If you’d just put aside that ego for a minute, you’d realize –
Foxy materializes from the shadows.
This asshole giving you trouble?
Nah, he’s just mouthing off.
Well, I suggest we shut him up, then.
Panic seizes Lynn’s chest, but she forces herself to keep a cool exterior.
No.
First we get him to tell us his supplier.
Then we shut him up.
Worried, Drake glances around at his fallen companions.
All emotion disappears as he turns back to the women.
I’d like to see you try.
Foxy raises her knife.
Shall we?
Lynn nods and the two women close in around Drake.
Resigned, Drake crouches into a defensive position, ready to strike.
Bring it.
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