The phone rings.
Connie, being the closest to the phone, immediately crumples up a piece of paper and chucks it at Zachary’s head in the strange hopes that maybe he’ll pick it up instead.
He is not amused, lobs the paper ball back at her, and goes back to his cup of tea.
The phone rings again.
Connie hisses, head swiveling around to try and find Ringo to pass the responsibility onto him. He is nowhere to be seen.
The phone rings for a third time.
She has no choice. She has to answer it.
“Leverage Incorporated, this is Connie speaking,” she says, voice light and even.
“This is Alec Hardiso–”
She hangs up.
“What the hell, Connie?” Zachary asks, having watched the entire production, “Was it telemarketers?”
“Nooo,” she stretches out the word, quickly backing away from the phone.
This time, when the phone rings again, Zachary is closest. Which means he has to be the one to answer.
It rings.
“Damn it, Connie, that doesn’t count!”
And rings.
“Those are the rules!”
And rings.
“You obviously had it first, you can’t just hang up and run away!”
And rings.
“I panicked!”
And–
“Leverage Inc,” Ringo says, having apparently appeared while the two of them were shouting at each other. Amazed, Zachary and Connie stop yelling at each other, to watch Ringo handle the call maturely.
“Yes, I understand. No, that is within our capabilities. Thank you, I will make sure she knows that. Okay then, we look forward to seeing you in person. Goodbye.”
Once the call has ended, Ringo takes a deep breath, the screeches, “It was the original Leverage team!” ruining the cool persona he had built in the last thirty seconds.
There is a reason the three of them are friends.
“No, fuck you, no way!” Zachary says, clambering over the back of the couch to stand next to Ringo and the phone.
“See?” Connie shrieks back, vindicated.
Ringo nods in complete agreement.
“No, no, no! Fuck you guys, you’re totally playing me!”
“It was Alec Hardison,” Ringo says, not even blinking an eye as Connie, their resident hacker, temporarily swoons, “Their team has a target who owns a vacation house in the city, they wanted our permission to operate here. And asked if we would be willing to help out.”
“Oh my god, hell yeah!” Zachary agrees raucously.
“And he says that Connie’s work on the Oceanus security system was impressive,” he reports dutifully.
Connie’s breathing somehow grows higher in pitch.
“Wait a sec,” Zachary says, cutting into their collective fannish admiration.
“What?”
“Are they coming here?” He asks, looking around unimpressed. The base of operations for their particular branch of Leverage is a small warehouse with a bathroom and a tiny walled office area. It is strewn with wires, various weapons, a worrying amount of empty pizza boxes and take out containers, and one corner has three dressers bulging alarmingly full of costumes.
They have work to do.
~
A/N: So this is just a random scene from a fic I’m not going to write which is basically me adapting the Counterpoise team into the Leverage world. I seriously am not going to continue this, I just needed to get this written down because it was bugging me.
So in this Westernized form of them Zakuro is Zachary, Ringo is still Ringo, but Konran goes by Connie because her real name is Conrad. As said before, Connie is the hacker, Zakuro is the grifter/grease-man, and Ringo is the enforcer. Though they do all have skills in each area.
[I will get back to Descendants fic tomorrow. I’m sorry, everyone, I just totally blanked.]
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