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Post by Sienna Cole on Jun 3, 2014 12:58:09 GMT
"Damn," Sienna cursed under her breath as she fluffed her couch pillows a third time. She glared at them as if her mood was due to their inability to stay perfect. Her first urge was to take the knife out of its sheath on her thigh and slice the cushion's face until it spilled its stupid stuffing guts all over the floor. Instead she settled for punching it until there was a dent in its center but it was puffy, finally.
She had never before met another assassin in her own apartment before. It was unusual and it flustered her. How did you set up your place to look like you meant business but without trying? Her guns had been arranged on the table and then moved to their cases, and then hidden in obvious places, and then just put on her person.
Her sparring dummy had stayed in its prominent place in the living room and there was no moving the punching bag from its place hanging in the corner. Other than those two things and the cream colored couch, there wasn't much in the way of decoration. There were no pictures, no decorative rugs, no pieces of interest of any kind.
The window shades were drawn and other than the morning's coffee cup sitting on the kitchen counter, one might think no one lived here. Sienna had almost decided to polish her guns for a second time when the knock boomed on the door.
She glanced down at her attire, trying to gauge if it was right. Whatever. She could always change. Besides, when did one go wrong wearing black clothing at night?
Standing on tiptoes, she looked through the peep hole in the door before opening it.
"You're late," she muttered by way of greeting, though she hadn't checked the time. He might be right on schedule, he might even be early. But she had been preparing for his arrival for the last hour.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2014 19:53:57 GMT
Roy Grey didn't enjoy working with others. He wasn't a team player. In all reality, he would gladly spend the rest of his working days in solitude. Working with other operatives was an entire world of risks- your cover might get blown, you might have to fight them later, they might not know what the hell they're doing. Despite his sincere attempts at rebuttal, however, he had been assigned to work with an undercover agent known as Sienna Cole. The two had met before during combat training, and even sparred a bit. She was at least somewhat competent. Roy had almost convinced himself that this meeting wasn't going to be absolutely horrific until the woman opened her damn mouth.
"You're late." were the very first words he heard from her snarky voice. Fantastic greeting. She had such grace, such poise, such womanly charm- all wrapped up in a try-hard attempt to impress her coworker. Her arsenal was prominent and very well kept. She couldn't have made it any more obvious a government hitman lived here, huh?
"It's great to see you too, Sienna." The man replied as he stepped by her. He made himself at home without quickly by plopping down on the couch. Sienna's apartment was rather bare. It looked like she hardly spent any time in it. Probably too busy getting in between her boss' knees. What else did political assistants do? "Enjoying the life of a part-time operative, part-time secretary? It really must be thrilling."
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Post by Sienna Cole on Jun 3, 2014 21:15:03 GMT
Sienna's knuckles were white on the doorknob as she slowly, though firmly closed it behind him. Her lips had disappeared into a fine line and she closed her eyes, mentally counting backwards from ten. By the time she turned around she'd pasted a smile on her face though her gaze could've blasted two holes into the back of his head.
"Work is thrilling, actually," she replied. "You'd know that, of course if you'd been selected for full time undercover. Oh, I'm sorry, that was rude. They didn't even bother to ask you, did they?"
She came around the couch. "How's that wrist? Still hurts, I hope."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 1:24:52 GMT
As much as it would have pleased Roy to get into a full contest with this girl, he really didn't see the reason in trying to prove his superiority.
"I was offered your position, actually. Multiple times. I turned them all down in favor of working with higher value targets." He smiled back at her. It was the truth. The board was more than aware of Roy's political aspirations, and did what they could to place in him positions where he might meet his goals. However, all of their current offers involved working as an assistant for someone he would most likely would have to kill later. It hardly provided him with any of the real opportunity. However, this most recent mission would allow him to make his entry into board politics. "If I had any capacity for understanding the board's manning requirements for this target, I would assume the reason were being forced to enjoy eachother's company is so that our combined knowledge leads to a clean operation."
He slid a vanilla envelope out from under his trenchcoat. It was nearly bursting with papers filled with information about the politician they had been assigned to get rid of. He held up a picture. "It seems that this guy works closely with the your fake boss. What do you know about him?"
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Post by Sienna Cole on Jun 4, 2014 2:07:47 GMT
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," she retorted, mentally kicking herself as she did. There was something about Grey that just grated and she couldn't seem to make herself stop being an ass. It had ceased to be fun and she was a little grateful when his tone switched from snarky to business.
He pulled out a folder and handed her the picture. She knelt on the other side of the coffee table and took the proffered photo from his grasp with her fingertips, as though the very thought of nearly touching his hand was like poking snake venom.
"Yes," she said, handing it back. "I know that he likes his coffee white, that he wouldn't be able to pick me out of a line up, and he is in fairly deep in some shady dealings. Nothing that would warrant getting him killed. But he's not my mission so that's all I've picked up, periphery speaking."
She glanced at the giant file. "Give me the need to know on that."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 17:30:54 GMT
Really? They were assigning him to work with someone who didn't even know their target that well? Why hadn't Roy just been told to do this by himself. Was Cole incompetent? Did she need supervision? He supposed it was possible. The few experiences Roy had with the girl had led him to believe she was a bit too prideful to do the self-demeaning work necessary for a clean disposal. Roy was a senior operative, and the board wasn't exactly great at telling anyone when they moved from being on the field to training up others.
"Marcus Chamberlain. 45. Senior Labor Board member. Execution requested by the Task Board, Arms Board, and Research Board. Apparently, this guy has been doing more than enough to get on people's bad sides." He opened the enveloped and ruffled through the data pages. Embezzlement. Fraud. Arms smuggling. Information trading. Questionable sexual assault accusations from assistants. This guy was asking for the watchdogs to call him out. "Due to his numerous wrongdoings, it has been requested that his death be made to look slightly more obvious than others. The only catch here is that we need to make it look like one of his political allies carried this out. Joseph Winston. Your boss."
Ah ha. The name didn't click with Roy until he had looked at Winston's profile. His list of contacts in included Sienna Cole as his secretary. That was why they needed both of them. Roy was supposed to orchestrate the operation, and Sienna was going to carry it out with her inside connections. It wouldn't be too hard to frame old Winston for murder. He had done enough in his time to be reasonably suspected of it.
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Post by Sienna Cole on Jun 4, 2014 21:56:31 GMT
Sienna calmly slid the files away from him now and back toward herself. She was a bit surprised that they were framing Mr. Winston. Frowning, she held up a few papers with a lot blacked out but a few lines still readable.
"This won't be difficult," she said. Sifting through the files she tried to find one that indicated where Winston had upset the higher ups but couldn't find anything. Apparently that wasn't part of the need to know. What was a little concerning was that they were doing away with her cover. This had been an extremely lucrative assignment as far as intelligence went. She was having a hard time believing that they suddenly wanted an end to that information just to get a politician out of the way for arms dealing. Who didn't smuggle now and then?
"This doesn't bother you, just a little bit?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the file. Something about this didn't feel right. It wasn't squeamishness about framing her boss for murder. That wouldn't be a problem. It was the lack of reason for the hit. She'd never been sent on an errand this random. "Why Chamberlain? Why now? This doesn't make sense to me."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2014 22:17:43 GMT
"The board doesn't give us all the information. They purposefully keep some away from us so that we don't start making judgement on our own. We're executives, not policy-makers." Roy retorted. Was she really deciding to get a weak stomach now? Of all times? They had both done some pretty terrible things. The more senior of the two assassins had made his mind up a long time ago that if he started questioning the missions he was assigned based on ethical grounds, he could probably never work again. Missions like these were necessary to maintain the complicated system that was Biome II, however.
"If I had to speculate for you, though- it might be a number of things. They're trying to frame Mr. Winston to have blackmail. Perhaps they're trying to make him seem more intimidating and getting other rivals our of his way. Maybe he's just unimportant enough to be a good excuse if Chamberlain's murder is questioned." He smiled at her. It may have came off as a little bit condescending, but what did it really matter? This was her job. This was her life. There were no alternatives.
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