With the intel they were given, this was supposed to be an easy job. Quill would get in grab what they need and get out before the assholes came back, simple. But the intel was shit. Anthony, being the cocky shit he was, had put an earbud in his free ear to listen to music while still able to receive communication from Quill. He figured it was gonna be a quiet job until he heard Quill's voice through his earpiece which caused him to jump into action.

"Guys, Quill's in some deep shit." he said into the communicator as he rushed to Quill's location following the sound of gunfire, the peaceful sound of Fur Elise from his music doing little to calm him. Despite his powerful ability, Anthony wasn't normally a guy out in the middle of the action. He preferred his lab where he'd make drugs and explosives for the Dragons whenever they needed them, but now Anthony was out of his element. All he knew was he couldn't cut and run on Quill.

As he was about to reach Quill's location, he heard her say it was a trap and to leave her. "Too late I'm already here." he said into the communicator as he reached her location producing a ball of a sticky dough-like explosive in his hand. He heard one of the pricks ask where the others are, and Anthony smirked hurling the explosive at the man with a gun at Quill's head calling out "Right here asshole!" The explosive detonated, reducing the man's head to a fine mist and scattering the others around Quill. A sickening gurgling noise came from Anthony as he opened his mouth sending a stream of napalm at two of the men who had scattered away from Quill. Taking on this many guys at once was a risky move, but Anthony wasn't gonna just let Quill get beaten on by these pricks. And if he couldn't save her, he wasn't gonna let any of these pricks live long enough to brag about it.

She was ready to bite the bullet and take one for the team on this occasion. Really any occasion that was dangerous she had hoped would kill her off but that never seemed to play out the way she hoped. Ever since the accident and her memory erasing coma she always felt something was missing. Though she could never really put her finger on what that was exactly but a sense of belonging was close to it. Sure she felt like she belonged with the dragons whom had been her family for the last couple of years.

It just wasn't the same as knowing your actual family and knowing where you came from. When the barrel of the gun fell from her head she her the sound of what seemed to be an exploding watermelon. Looking to see what happen blood splattered on her face and she rolled away before the napalm hit the other guys. Making her way back to cover 3 more men came in at the same time Roxy appeared. Looking up at the woman as she bragged about saving her life just made quil roll her eyes. Gun shots were heard and she tried to pull roxy down in time but instead watched her fall to the floor. Blood soaking her shoulder just the same as her own mess.

"Great rescue plan. Whats next we walk over there and ask them to finish the job?" She would say in a snarky tone and glance down at her hand. Through her wrist a sharp spiky bone would slide out and her fingers gripped one it each hand. Her head was already woozy from her own blood lose and she made it to her feet shooting both spikes out into two of the mens chest. Leaving one with a weapon as she ducked for cover. "Hey bomb boy, Get rid of that last one would ya. I'm gonna drag roxy out to the van. Meet us there." she spoke through the communicator and grabbed the bag from under the desk.

"Alright lets get the fuck outta here." Helping roxy to her feet she darted towards the back exit dodging bullets that were flying at them. Down the halls they busted out the back door and around the block where the van was waiting for them. "Wheres anthony?" One of the others would ask as they help both injured women into the van. "He had to make a Explosive exit." Quil said as she sat inside the open door of the van watching and wait. "Come on hurry up, dont make me come back in." She muttered to herself as she waited anxiously.

Sure it was a secret that Anthony and Quill had a thing going on, and it was true that whatever they had wasn't exactly traditional or even really describable in a way that could be understood. But it didn't stop Anthony from being jealous, a trait he didn't think he would have. Roxy had made it quite obvious that she had a thing for Quill, and it caused Anthony no end of annoyance.


The flirting and the rose was enough to cause a small eye twitch from Anthony but he quickly did his best to cover it up by making it seem like something was in his eye. Upon hearing that they had gotten what they were looking for, Anthony grinned. "So we got the plates? Hell yeah! This calls for some celebration once we get those bullets out" he laughs as he peers out the window. "Doesn't look like anyone is following us either so I'd call this a success."


At the mention of drinks, Anthony felt a smirk creep across his face. "Drink me under the table? I don't think so sweetheart, I'll outdrink your pretty little ass in a heartbeat." Now that they were out of danger, Anthony's cockiness had returned but realized he may have bit off more than he could chew. Most other members of the Dragons would have responded to Anthony's flirty words with some smartass retort or in Roxy's case maybe a showing of the middle finger as she had made it clear she was into women exclusively. But Quill knew one small detail about Anthony that he tried his best to keep a secret. His overall shyness around pretty women. Sure he could say something flirty or act like he could maintain some sort of charm, but Quill knew full well if a pretty woman flirted back he's be a stuttering mess.


Anthony found himself mentally begging Roxy to make a smartass comment or even make a playful jab at him to act as some sort of a distraction. "For the love of god Roxy please just say something snarky" he found himself thinking.