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The bar wasn’t as dark as it seemed, but rolling clouds of cigarette smoke made it almost impossible to see. Wynonna could feel the old, worn carpet crunching under her feet, and cringed. Not that she expected much more from a bar that had fake wood paneling everywhere and curled, dusty posters featuring bikini-clad blond models advertising beer plastering the walls. One even wore Canadian-themed bikini, white with a red maple leaf on each cup and one strategically placed over her crotch. Next to her was a stuffed beaver holding a can of beer.
Better Beavers Love Canadian Brew!
Still, it wasn’t the worst bar Wynonna had ever been in. She blinked some of the smoke away, eyes casually roaming the bar until they landed on a mustached man at the end. Blue eyes practically pierced through the smoke and she smirked. Bingo.
She started to walk towards him when another man at the bar wolf whistled at her, his buddies chuckling. She rolled her eyes and shoved her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, sliding onto a stool a couple down from the man.
He wore a wide brimmed cowboy hat and a vest like he’d just walked off the set of an old western film. Seemed an interesting choice if you were trying to blend in, but Wynonna was grateful he seemed to be bad at his job. Ordering a whiskey from the bartender, she could feel the man’s eyes on her, and tried to act like she didn’t. She shrugged her jacket off and set it on the seat between them. Sliding a bill across the bar towards the bartender, she gave him a wink and he just grunted, looking her over.
Wynonna leaned forward on the bar with her elbows just so, in a way she knew made her breasts swell over her shirt. Her number one weapon.
“What is a woman like you doin’ in a place like this?” the man besides her drawled.
Hook, line, and sinker.
She took a sip of her whiskey before turning in her chair with a smirk. “Oh, you know, just hoping a man dressed like John Wayne would try to pick me up.”
Two drinks and some heavy flirting later, Wynonna had him pinned against the bathroom door. Somehow it smelled even more like smoke in there and Wynonna almost choked. But her lips sealed hot, wet, and convincing over the man whose code name was Doc. A special agent for S.W.A.N. who was holding a piece of technology that she needed to get for CSIS.
Wynonna had an inkling it was in his front pocket. Men tended to keep this important shit closest to their junk. Which felt stupid because who knew if it was giving off enough radiation to turn their sperm into mangled monsters. Either way, it wasn’t Wynonna’s problem.
With her tongue, she plied a tiny capsule from behind her right molar, keeping it on the end of her tongue as she pushed it back into Doc’s mouth. She pressed it to the back of his teeth so the casing broke and then quickly pulled away.
A look of confusion passed over Doc’s face for just a brief moment, until his eyes widened in realization. Wynonna puckered her lips in an air kiss as his eyes got glossy and he slid to the floor, passed out.
“Sorry, Doc, it was fun while it lasted,” Wynonna said, pressing a couple of fingers to his pulse to make sure he was just asleep. Her instinct told her to talk to Waverly in her ear but she remembered she’d gone off the grid for this one. The bar was on her way home, after all, and she knew where Doc was. No point waiting for the “official” mission, or whatever.
Wynonna grabbed the lapels of his shirt and adjusted him so his back was flat on the ground. She patted his shirt pockets just to make sure it wasn’t in there, then went for the pants pockets. She gasped with a small smirk as she reached into Doc’s pocket.
“Is this just ancient tech, or are you excited to see me?” she muttered to herself as her hands clasped around a cold metal tube and pulled it from his pocket. “Aha!”
It was unassuming enough, just something that looked like a gold lipstick. She quickly shoved it into the pocket of her jacket, remembering she hadn’t brought the likely unnecessary tube she was supposed to, in order to protect it. And her. Oh well. Doc had just had it in his pocket. Couldn’t be that bad. These science geeks were always trying to spend money on nonsense.
Giving Doc one more peck on the cheek for good measure, Wynonna straightened back up and ran her fingers through her hair as she casually walked out of the bathroom and back into the bar. She slipped out the back door of the bar and walked to where she’d parked her bike a little down the street.
Easy peasy.
She didn’t need a team. Bullshit. She was her own damn weapon and her own damn team.
Firing up her bike, she briefly looked down at her phone. Technically she should go back and drop the artifact off at the lab...but she had a fresh bottle of whiskey in her saddlebag that she couldn’t wait to get into. She rolled her shoulders and turned her bike towards home.
When she got to the Homestead, she cracked open her whiskey before she’d even opened the front door. She took a long gulp as she fumbled with her keys. As she walked into the house, kicking off her boots and letting her keys fall to the floor. Wynonna dragged herself off to Waverly’s bathroom (it was the one with the best tub after all) and decided a nice long soak with her whiskey would be just the celebration she needed for the night. Without a second thought, she emptied her pockets onto the sink before stripping and letting relaxation take over.
***
“Ugh, Wynonna!” Waverly toed at the soaked towel her sister had left on the floor of her bathroom the night before. “I told you this morning to pick this up!”
She didn’t mind Wynonna using her tub, but it always meant wet towels all over her floor. She didn’t even understand how they got so wet. It was like Wynonna dragged each towel into the tub before dropping it onto the old tile floor.
Waverly started brushing her teeth, glancing back down at her watch. She was running a little late, but if she did her makeup on the way to her date she should be fine.
“Sorry, baby girl,” was the muted response from downstairs. Waverly was sure Wynonna didn’t even know what she was yelling about. She was probably on her phone scrolling through a social media account she wasn’t supposed to have. It was forbidden for her line of work but Wynonna tended to do things the opposite of how they were supposed to be done.
She spit into the sink and rinsed out her mouth before grabbing the lipstick tube and her eye makeup off the sink, to shove into her purse.
“I’m leaving!” Waverly shouted, checking her hair one last time before starting down the stairs.
“Have fun with Beth.”
Waverly could practically hear the scoff in Wynonna’s voice.
“She’s nice,” Waverly said, going into Wynonna’s bedroom where she was half on, half off the bed and scrolling through something on her computer that was propped awkwardly up on a pillow. “Don’t be mean.”
“She looks like a bad kisser,” Wynonna mused.
Waverly winced, remembering how feather light Beth’s goodnight kiss was on their last date. She slipped on her boots and leaned down to kiss the top of Wynonna’s head.
“There’s leftovers in the fridge. Eat them please instead of ordering enough Chinese food for a high school football team,” Waverly said.
Wynonna just mumbled her acknowledgement and Waverly went back out the door to her car. At every stoplight on the way to the restaurant, she’d do a little more of her makeup in the mirror. Not that she wore much anyway, so it was fairly easy. Plus to be honest she wasn’t...completely invested in this thing with Beth. But she was giving it the good ol’ two date try. Beth was sweet if not a little odd, and their first date hadn’t been the worst. They just had nothing in common.
But Waverly wasn’t exactly swimming in dating offers so she had to give Beth a second try. At least.
She tossed her purse into the passenger seat of her Jeep and pulled out of the Homestead, heading towards the restaurant where she was meeting Beth. It was the nicest one in Purgatory, just on the edge of town. It even had an attendant in the bathroom to hand you towels, and everything.
At the stoplights, she called on her years and years of practice in high school to do her mascara and eye makeup expertly.
When she got to the restaurant, she parked and pulled out the tube of lipstick. The finishing touch. She screwed off the top and frowned when the tube was empty. Did Wynonna use it all? Gazing into the empty tube, the gold surface beneath her thumb started to glow blue. Waverly frowned and the tube vibrated briefly, making her blush.
Had she accidentally picked up one of Wynonna’s vibrators?
She dropped the tube in her lap where it sat immobile for a moment before it morphed with tiny metallic sounds into a straight gold rod. Waverly frowned, staring down at the...thing on her lap. There was no way Wynonna would have such a complicated vibrator.
Waverly leaned a little closer to it and poked it with her finger. It vibrated again and practically jumped out of her lap, clamping itself around her wrist like some sort of complicated bracelet. At first appearance it just seemed like a single piece of gold tight on her wrist.
“What the balls,” Waverly muttered to herself, as she tried to pull the bracelet off. But there was no clasp, and it just got tighter when she pulled.
There was a knock on her window and Waverly nearly jumped out of her skin. Hand on her chest to calm her beating heart, Waverly turned to see Beth waving at her from the other side of the window, a gleeful smile on her face.
“Hi, Wavey,” Beth said, voice muted through the glass.
Waverly smiled through a cringe at the nickname, the hand in her lap still pulling at the bracelet that just kept getting tighter. “Oh, hey, Beth! One-” Tug. “-second!” The bracelet gave her a quick shock and she growled in frustration. “Wynonna.
“Are you okay?” Beth asked, lifting onto her toes to try and get a glance in the car.
Waverly gave up quickly and as soon as she let go of the bracelet, it loosened around her wrist. She grabbed her purse from the seat and stuffed her car keys in them before opening the door. As her heels landed in the gravel of the parking lot, she stumbled for a moment and had to grip her mirror to keep herself upright. Meanwhile Beth’s hands flailed uselessly in Waverly’s direction.
“Oh! Are you alright?” she said, gently putting a hand on Waverly’s elbow once she righted herself.
“Fine, thanks,” Waverly gritted, lips stretched back in a half grimace, half grin. Beth didn’t seem to notice either way and she leaned forward to kiss Waverly lightly on the lips. So lightly that it tickled more than anything.
“Come on, our reservation is for seven-thirty,” Beth said, taking Waverly’s hand and pulling her through the parking lot. When they got into the restaurant, Beth went up to the stand and Waverly took the opportunity to text Wynonna a quick picture of the bracelet.
Waverly: Wynonna! Explain yourself!
Wynonna: Where’d you get that ugly ass bracelet from lol
Waverly: It used to look like a lipstick tube. Ring any bells?
Wynonna: oh shit
Waverly: ??????
“Wavey!” Beth gestured from the hostess booth for Waverly to follow, a girl in a crisply starched black outfit standing there with two menus.
“Oh, sorry,” Waverly said, quickly falling in step behind Beth as they went to their table. She couldn’t help but keep glancing at her wrist every few seconds where the bracelet glittered innocently, just waiting to see if it would glow or buzz again.
They got to their seats and Beth immediately started launching into her problems from the day. Something about her brother being the typical brat that he was. Waverly was too distracted by the bracelet to really pay attention. She tapped it with her nail and it glowed blue for a half second.
Her phone buzzed, and she glanced into her purse to see a picture of Wynonna flipping off the camera blinking back at her. It stopped buzzing and Waverly looked back up at Beth to hear the tail end of her conversation with herself.
“Anyways. If you see Tucker lurking around here behind a menu or something, don’t be alarmed. He’s harmless,” Beth said, with a playful roll of her eyes and flick of her wrist to indicate how mild of a threat her sociopath brother really was.
Waverly frowned for a moment, eyes suddenly darting around to all the tables around them for a sign of him. “Wait, what?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Beth said, reaching across the table and covering Waverly’s hand in her own. Just then Waverly’s phone buzzed again and she looked down, Wynonna’s face looking back at her again.
“Sorry, I have to get this,” Waverly said apologetically, taking her phone from her bag and holding it to her chest as she stood. “It’s a-...important.”
Taking her bag with her, Waverly quickly headed down the long hall in the back to the restroom. She answered her phone just as she pushed open the bathroom door.
“Wynonna, what- woah,” Waverly stopped in her tracks in what was apparently the bathroom foyer, completely covered in what looked like black marble from the floors to the wall, all the decor spotless gold accents. There was soft classical music playing over the speakers and a basket full of fluffy hand towels between two deep, gold sinks. There were even fresh flowers in a vase. Her eyes caught the attendant’s who looked back at her with a suspicious frown. She smiled and the attendant averted their eyes.
“Waverly, you should um...probably come home,” Wynonna said over the phone.
“What the hell is this on my wrist?” Waverly hissed into the phone as quietly as she could, but the classical music did nothing to keep her conversation from echoing off the hard bathroom surfaces.
“So uh, you know that secret technology I was scheduled to get on Monday?” Wynonna started uneasily.
Waverly set her jaw, eyes darting back to the attendant who seemed very focused on the opposite corner of the room. “Wynonna...what did you do?”
“I uh...mighta got it early. On my own and...brought it home.”
“What?!” Waverly squeaked, looking down at her wrist in panic. “This thing could be soaked in radiation. My arm is gonna get all bubbly and old looking and...and...and fall right off!”
“That sounds like the Ark of the Covenant in Indiana Jones, not actual effects of radiation,” Wynonna chastised. “I thought you were the sciency one.”
Waverly scoffed. “It doesn’t matter. I could be slowly dying. How do you get this thing off?”
“Just take it off!”
“I can’t! It won’t let me!”
Wynonna made muttering sounds of concentration and Waverly looked back at the attendant who wasn’t even trying to hide their staring anymore. Waverly ran a hand through her hair and shook her head. “I can’t talk about this here. I’m coming home.”
“No, I’ll meet you at the offices. One of the tech nerds is probably still there. That’s probably for the best,” Wynonna said. “Also great way to avoid a bad goodnight kiss from Beth-”
“I’ll see you soon,” Waverly cut her off and hung up on her, sliding her phone back into her bag. As she made her way back to their table, she dug in her purse for her keys. “Beth, I’m so sorry, I have to go.”
Beth’s face fell and Waverly’s guilt only got stronger. “What?”
“I’m so sorry,” she repeated,”but it’s an important work thing.” She took Beth’s hand and squeezed it. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Beth perked up a little bit. “You mean your cool and mysterious job?”
“Just a librarian for the government, Beth,” Waverly said airily. “Nothing exciting.”
“Well I don’t know any librarians who get called in at seven-thirty on a Saturday,” Beth winked at her. “I’ll call you later.”
“Thank you,” Waverly said, giving her hand one last squeeze, pausing only to take a roll from the basket on the table before taking off. She smiled at the confused looking hostess as she took a bite of the bread roll on her way out, muttering to herself, “Fuck that’s good.”
Bread roll in her mouth, Waverly began the drive to the office in the city.
***
From the outside it looked like nothing more than an outdated, unnecessary government building. The kind of place people knew about, but didn’t know or care what was going on inside because it was just so dreadfully boring. Forgettable. The inside looked like it had last been renovated in the seventies. Wood paneling up the walls and a beige linoleum on the floor. No one could figure out what the original color might have been.
Front and center sat an ugly receptionist desk where Linda was installed during daytime hours, all grey bobbed hair and cat eye glasses with a gold chain that glittered around her neck. She seemed just as disinterested in her job as everyone else.
From what Waverly understood, it really was a government building. The people who worked under the depressing fluorescent lights and scraped their chairs across stained linoleum were accountants of some kind. Waverly had walked past them every day for almost two years now with no actual comprehension of what their jobs were.
Tonight, it was empty, so Waverly had to walk through the dark offices, which always gave her the creeps. Her heels resounded on the linoleum and echoed even in the big room stuffed to the brim with bullpen dividers. There was a door sitting at the back of the room. It was an nondescript looking door with light, wood textured laminate covering it. On the front, a plastic sign bolted to it read “Management”.
Waverly put her hand on the ordinary looking handle and looked at the sign. There was nothing noticeable happening on the surface, but under the worn plastic sign was a camera reading Waverly’s retina, and the tarnished metal handle was actually high grade military materials, reading her trace DNA.
With a subtle click, Waverly pushed it open. The beginning of the hall looked like a normal office, but just around the corner there was another thick metal door. Waverly put her thumb on the pad and it read her fingerprint before unlocking with a small beep.
Hidden in plain sight behind a boring, outdated office sat Canada’s most high tech government agency. An offshoot of CSIS that only dealt with the most secretive, high profile cases.
When Wynonna came home after seven years abroad, and somehow managed to get a mysterious job that often left her with odd bruises, Waverly forced her to tell her what she was doing. Mostly because she had been convinced that she was dealing drugs. Waverly could have been worried about how easily Wynonna folded under the pressure of Waverly tickling her, but instead she decided to get a job at the CSIS too— with her sister’s help.
Wynonna was a full-blown agent. She liked to call herself a “spy” but it all felt too James Bond for Waverly. Waverly went through the same rigorous training as Wynonna and thought she’d be placed as an agent too. Months of straight physical training in hand-to-hand combat, as well as weapons training. She could pick any lock and get past any laser, so naturally she thought she was going to be put in the field like Wynonna.
But she wasn’t.
Apparently a full battery of tests indicated that Waverly’s talents were best applied as a handler, which meant her days consisted of sitting behind a computer with a headset on, carefully watching all of Wynonna’s actions that were being recorded in real time with a contact lens camera.
They said it was because she was so interested in history and languages, which made her a better asset in headquarters. Waverly was disappointed, to say the least. She had imagined herself out there kicking ass, taking names, and bagging international threats. Instead she watched as Wynonna did it.
Of course Wynonna preferred it because it meant they got to work together and Waverly stayed safe. Even though Waverly didn’t get a say in keeping Wynonna safe. But, whatever.
Waverly swung open the door and stepped into another office. Instead of outdated seventies decor, this room was slick and state of the art, all cool metal and bright white technology. A few people sat at their desks, typing up whatever report was coming through. On the left side of the office was a smaller area covered in computers and monitors, where the handlers sat.
Wynonna sat lounging carelessly in someone’s chair, her boots up on the desk practically atop their keyboard. She had her sunglasses perched on her head, and Waverly wondered why she had them at all when it was already dark outside. Slumped in the chair, Wynonna was swiping through something on her phone when she noticed Waverly.
“Finally!” she said, sitting up and letting her boots fall to the floor with a loud ‘thump’. “What took you so long?”
“I don’t drive like a maniac. Unlike some people,” Waverly said pointedly. She shoved her wrist towards Wynonna. “What the balls is this?”
Wynonna frowned and looked Waverly up and down. “Why are you dressed all fancy?”
“You know I was on a date.”
“Right, Boring Beth,” Wynonna nodded in realization. “The kiss was awful, admit it.”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Waverly said, with a blush. She shook her wrist at Wynonna again. “Now come on, focus. I have this weird fucking thing on my wrist.”
“Right,” Wynonna said, looking down at the deceptively simple looking gold bracelet. She scratched her cheek and frowned up at Waverly. “It won’t come off?”
“If it did I wouldn’t be standing here,” Waverly snipped. Wynonna rolled her eyes with a grumble. “Where did this even come from?”
Wynonna tapped on her chin like she was thinking. “Well…” Waverly narrowed her eyes at Wynonna. “I just...completed an assignment early. Since when is that a bad thing?”
Waverly felt her stomach twist. “Is this the secret tech you were supposed to get securely next week?” Wynonna’s silence answered all of Waverly’s questions. “Nonna!”
“It’s fine,” Wynonna said. “We have the most impressive tech nerds in all of Canada in their little nerd cave right below us.”
Waverly blushed and crossed her arms in front of her chest, hollowing her cheeks. She avoided the tech room as much as possible for one very specific reason. Well, person actually. An ex to be exact.
“Is...Rosita down there tonight?” Waverly asked with an innocent tilt of her head.
“Isn’t she...always down there?” Wynonna said. “It’ll be fine. You two broke up months ago. If you could even call it that. Do fuck buddies break up?”
“Must you be vulgar?”
“You two went from fucking in the supply closet to...not. That’s not necessarily a breakup.”
Waverly blushed even deeper. “Shut up. Semantics don’t matter. You’re right, we’re both adults and this is work related. Surely we’ll be able to put our past aside and act like professional colleagues.”
Wynonna had clearly checked out while Waverly was giving her explanation. She was staring down at her phone again, nodding mindlessly as Waverly talked.
“Uhuh, sure, baby girl. Now let’s go before this thing gives us both radiation poisoning,” Wynonna said, turning on her heel and starting towards the elevators.
Waverly punched her clearance code into the keypad on the elevator and it began to descend. The doors opened up to one large room with different clusters of people scattered around, working on experiments. It was a little emptier than normal, given the time, but there were still a number of people in lab coats.There was always a vague sense of chaos in there that made Waverly smile.
Wynonna immediately began towards Rosita, hunched over and peering through her goggles at something on the table. Her assistant Jeremy was beside her, their faces practically on the surface of the table.
“Hey nerds,” Wynonna called when they were a few yards away. Jeremy’s head shot up to see them approaching and Rosita just sighed.
“Hey, Earp,” she drawled out before slowly looking up, hands on her hips. Her eyes flickered over to Waverly, and she stopped mid-step when Rosita smiled and winked at her. “Waves.”
Waverly smiled back at her and tugged some hair behind her ear. “Hey, Rosie.”
“You look nice,” Rosita said, eyeing Waverly’s outfit.
“Thanks,” Waverly said, with an awkward giggle and a playful roll of her eyes. “Just...threw it on-”
“Liar,” Wynonna said flatly. Waverly kicked her foot but Wynonna appeared unaffected. “I thought you two broke up, what’s with the flirting? Or are you still fucking and I missed it?”
“Wynonna.”
“Anyways,” Wynonna said, using the heel of her boot to pull one of the rolling stools closer so she could sit on it. “We have a bit of an...issue?”
Her head tilted at the end of her sentence, eyes squinting at Rosita.
“That’s never good,” Jeremy said, once again mere inches away from the surface of the petri dish he was examining.
Wynonna twisted the stool so she could look right at Jeremy. “What was that, geek squad?”
Waverly rolled her eyes and thrust her wrist between them, gold bracelet shining under the hanging light that was over the table. All three of them automatically leaned forward to get a better look.
“What am I looking at here?” Rosita said.
Waverly raised an eyebrow at Wynonna who scoffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “So...you know that technology I was supposed to hijack next week?”
Jeremy quickly whipped his goggles off of his eyes, a look of panic on his face. “You mean the Mayan technology?”
“Sure, whatever. Anyways, I did the totally responsible thing and scored it a little early,” Wynonna sped through the first part quickly. “Then Waverly found it, and whatever it is decided that it liked her.”
“Is this what it always looked like?” Rosita ducked her head to get a look at the other side of it.
“It looked like...a tube of lipstick,” Waverly sighed. “I just touched it and it glowed a little bit, then straightened out into a rod. Then sort of...jumped? And it grabbed my wrist like this.”
Rosita and Jeremy looked at each other briefly. Jeremy sounded in awe. “Sentient technology?”
“What kind of metal can transform like that?”
“Mercury?”
“No way-”
Wynonna rolled her eyes and stood up, the heavy sound of her boots hitting the ground. “Science science science. We get it, you’re smart.”
Rosita shot her a look. “We’re trying to fix your mess.”
“Cool down with the nerd speak for a second,” Wynonna said, interrupting with a shake of her head. “Can you get this off of Waverly and then analyze it?”
Rosita ignored Wynonna and went to a file cabinet, putting in a code and taking out some sort of small electronic device that looked like a box and fit in the palm of her hand.
“Take a seat, Waves,” she said, as she walked around the table. Waverly perched herself on another rolling stool as Rosita stood in front of her. Waverly’s knees bumped her thighs but Rosita didn’t seem to notice or care, holding out her hand for Waverly’s wrist. Jeremy scrambled after her, digital pad in hand as she booted up the little machine. It had a small screen on it that came to life with the push of a button and the whirring of a fan. Rosita held the device over the bracelet on Waverly’s wrist and it beeped, small numbers and symbols that Waverly couldn’t decipher popping up on it.
Waverly leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the screen when Jeremy gasped at something that came up on his digital pad. She frowned and leaned forward a little more to get a good look at the pad in his hands.
“Wynonna, I can’t believe you obtained this without the proper precautions,” he said with a shake of his head. “The technology is so advanced that we can’t even analyze it.”
“There’s no radiation so that’s good,” Rosita mumbled, distracted.
Wynonna glared at Jeremy. “Listen, I was a little distracted by doing my job to worry about this government red tape bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit, it’s safety,” Jeremy said, before wilting under Wynonna’s gaze. Rosita tentatively tugged on the bracelet and it vibrated and tightened on Waverly’s wrist.
“What the fuck,” Rosita breathed to herself. She looked up at Jeremy who looked back at her with an ashen expression. Waverly looked between the two and up at Wynonna, who looked just as confused.
“What?” Waverly asked, voice shaking a little bit. For a moment the only sound that hung in the air was the gentle beeping of the equipment around them.
“Alright, hold up, I’ll be right back,” Wynonna muttered as she strode out of the room.
Waverly looked at Rosita for a moment, trying to keep a certain level of levity in her voice. “I shouldn’t be worried, should I?”
Rosita’s face softened from analytical to friend again and she shook her head. “Nah, Waves, you really think we don’t always have this under control?”
“I guess,” Waverly muttered just as Wynonna came barging back in, this time with large bolt cutters in her hand. “What the hell, Wynonna?”
“Stand back, nerds,” she said as she walked right up to Waverly and put the bracelet between the blades. “Brains versus brawn.”
Rosita moved to stop her. “Wynonna, don’t-!”
It was too late. Wynonna used her whole weight on the bolt cutters, but instead of the bracelet giving way under the tool, it vibrated violently.
”Holy-” Wynonna quickly dropped the bolt cutters, jumping away from them and the bracelet as the tool clattered to the ground. “That motherfucker shocked me!”
Rosita took a deep breath and straightened back up. “We have to call Dolls.”
Wynonna groaned, head falling dramatically on the metal table as the bracelet loosened around Waverly’s wrist. She sighed and looked down at the unassuming piece of jewelry contrasting against her skin. What a mess.