Freelancers Red Vs Blue Novels & Stories

I told Lyle when we got back to the office after a quick lunch. “That’s very nice of you, Daniel. Thank you,” Lyle said with a smile. “Oh, and while you’re assisting us in this mission, we will pay you. Usually, our freelancers get a flat rate of ten thousand a mission. Does that sound good?” The redhead’s eyes grew wide and he swallowed hard. “Um, yes. That’s great.” See? I could be nice to Audry’s male friends…if they’re gay.

They squatted at the mansion gates crying and making scenes, threatening to expose scandals. The Crawfords, generations in business, valued reputation above all. Even calling the police wasn't a good option. With no choice, they had to settle with money. But these people, having tasted success, became even worse. They were like parasites, like mosquitoes, like shadows that couldn't be shaken. Like a nightmare he couldn't wake from. Henry was exhausted from their torment. While Charlotte's belly grew day by day. He finally decided to burn all bridges. When security cleared them out, Charlotte finally faced reality.

Charlotte and I flipped through the fabrics on the table near the sewing machines. “It has to be a bright color, right? Something that says, I’m having fun,” I said. I picked up a bolt of red fabric. “What about this one?” Charlotte shook her head. “Red means danger. You’ll give someone an anxiety attack.” That… was a good point. Red was the color of blood and stop signs and red flags. I lowered the bolt of fabric. “Blue is more relaxing.” Charlotte held up a bolt with a pattern of deep blue flowers.

Frederick asked. “Fortunately, if you’re using a design platform like Reed Designs, you don’t have to worry about this. Reed Designs vets all its freelancers and mediates any disputes, so you never have to fear getting cheated or hiring someone that’s not who they claim to be. Besides… I am right here.” I said. It was weird that Vincenzo was just sitting there staring at me. “Will you be working on our project personally?” Vincenzo asked. I looked at him.

I won't hlame them though, we go through shit here… working our ass I'd but then eacu person here had no lesser than five digits in their account, which means we re being compensated well enough for the services we render. Although it's downside remains we are cut off from the world ,the inky social Interaction we get is within these walls and maybe footages when breifing about an op. It's more or less like we have sold ourselves into slavery which we can't turn back on, a life long commitment. When I was a blue there were also noacks, they worked their ass off, fought and conquered but nothing lasts forever as they began to rwficw in number, each dying after the other…

They really spared no expense. But then again, war had always been such a profitable industry. She looked at them closer, and saw that the red mecha had a second rifle strapped on each of their backs, and scanners indicated they were loaded with lethal rounds. In contrast, the blues didn't. It only took a second for her to figure out that the reds had lethal capability in this fake skirmish, which gave them the upper hand no matter what. Since blue drones only had nonlethal rifles, they couldn't be relied on to help defend, so reinforcing their position did literally nothing but cause losses.

“ As promised, your money. “ Klein replied. “ Thank you so much. “ Lindy was lost for words. “ Can I leave now? “ lindy asked in anticipation. “ There is one final thing to do before you leave this game, we all have to fuck you. “ Chad replied. The sudden statement caused Thane to frown, the last thing he wanted was for his brother's to fuck his newly coveted partner. “ I would have to bring to the table that we skip this round, no one is fucking her. “ “ And why is that? “ Chad asked. “ Because as you all have favorites in this game, this is mine. One of our securities notified me that color Blue landed in your condo, and klein here had secret meetings with color yellow in his art room. “ C

One I hadn’t heard in six years. I pulled it out. The screen flashed a single name: Julian Thorne. Randell’s biggest rival. The shark of Silicon Valley. I answered it, my eyes locking with Randell’s one last time. “It’s V,” I said into the phone, my voice loud enough for the whole room to hear. “I accept the offer, Liam. I’m free. And I’m ready to burn a kingdom down.” I hung up, turned my heel, and walked out, leaving the door wide open behind me.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

"Maybe that’s what scares them." She gave me a sad smile. "Maybe. But scared wolves don’t play fair." Around midnight, Red knocked once and tossed in a folder. "Intel. Fresh as hell. Don’t say I never did anything nice." I flipped it open. Surveillance photos. Kael with unknowns. Symbols on their jackets I didn’t recognize. Not standard Pack emblems. "Who are these guys?" I asked. Red whistled low. "Bloodhounds. Freelancers. Ex-pack, ex-law, ex-everything. You hire them when you don’t want someone to live long enough to ask why."