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Full of A-listers, Selene noted as she glided through the crowd with precision. "You aren't that good at blending in."
The voice in her ear was right, but she knew that to the mark wasn't going to take notice of her unless she was a knockout. And she was. The red dress was one of her favorites, hugging her curves in all the right places. And while she usually preferred her hair tied up in a bun for missions, today her hair was coiled, framing her face. She was going for a blonde bombshell, and damn it the six-inch heels had to happen. She wasn’t the biggest fan of them, to be quite honest. But at a party like this, a woman in a more sensible pair of heels would have been marked as out of place. And she couldn’t look like she wasn’t supposed to be there. Her makeup was done with an even hand, just a step above natural looking. She had been told that she was a beauty, with no need for makeup
Plucking a glass of champagne from a passing tray, Selene spotted her target. She wanted to roll her eyes, the man the quintessential ideal of a fat bastard who had paid his way to the top. But it was more than that, he had also invested millions into a shadow corporation that had pissed off the wrong people. He has double-crossed them, although Selene wasn’t exactly one who cared about the reason. They wanted revenge on him, to kill him for it.
That’s where she came in.
Taking a seat at the bar, her eyes glanced around the room. “Two guns at the door, another by the balcony. Watch for the guys in the red ties. Hired thugs, shouldn’t be a problem.” With each noted man, she took a glance in their direction, making a mental note of their size, their weakness. She would be underestimated if confronted, as her lean stature and looks often led men to think she was less than she actually was. When in reality, she was able to use her size to her advantage. It was easy for her to allow men to attempt to overtake her, but when they did she would show them that her size was never to be misjudged. Most of the men were never able to do it twice.
Hacking into the cameras was easy, and it helped that a dark brown wig had helped her portray one of the event planners to set up the rest of her surveillance. She gently tapped her chin, the sign for radio silence. Too close to others, she didn’t want to get pegged. While the technology was state of the art, relying on vibrations to relay sound and not actual ‘audio’, the chances of being overheard were not something she wanted to chance. And when she was so focused on seduction as her main tool, being close to her targets was part of the job.
Selene was waiting patiently for her moment, knowing that she didn’t need to push it. More people began to fill the room, and even surrounded by other women in sexy outfits, she still stood out. And it wasn’t long before she was flirting with men in the room. Others may have been less conspicuous, but she was embracing the attention. And while her methods were unorthodox, they worked. It was why she was given these cases. The men who focused on a woman’s beauty never expected the death that followed.
So it wasn’t a surprise when the mark approached her, offered her a drink.
The night was moving exactly in the direction she expected it to. Even though he moved back around the room, he was like a fly to honey— circling back to her for her attention. And how perfect, she appeared to be a dumb blonde looking for a sugar daddy. She laughed at his dumb jokes, touched him playfully as he leaned into her. When he dipped in to whisper something in her ear, she let her body move into him like a magnet.
Gods, sometimes this job was too easy.
Vangelis of Kotas
"I do not like this game."
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The party was packed.
Full of A-listers, Selene noted as she glided through the crowd with precision. "You aren't that good at blending in."
The voice in her ear was right, but she knew that to the mark wasn't going to take notice of her unless she was a knockout. And she was. The red dress was one of her favorites, hugging her curves in all the right places. And while she usually preferred her hair tied up in a bun for missions, today her hair was coiled, framing her face. She was going for a blonde bombshell, and damn it the six-inch heels had to happen. She wasn’t the biggest fan of them, to be quite honest. But at a party like this, a woman in a more sensible pair of heels would have been marked as out of place. And she couldn’t look like she wasn’t supposed to be there. Her makeup was done with an even hand, just a step above natural looking. She had been told that she was a beauty, with no need for makeup
Plucking a glass of champagne from a passing tray, Selene spotted her target. She wanted to roll her eyes, the man the quintessential ideal of a fat bastard who had paid his way to the top. But it was more than that, he had also invested millions into a shadow corporation that had pissed off the wrong people. He has double-crossed them, although Selene wasn’t exactly one who cared about the reason. They wanted revenge on him, to kill him for it.
That’s where she came in.
Taking a seat at the bar, her eyes glanced around the room. “Two guns at the door, another by the balcony. Watch for the guys in the red ties. Hired thugs, shouldn’t be a problem.” With each noted man, she took a glance in their direction, making a mental note of their size, their weakness. She would be underestimated if confronted, as her lean stature and looks often led men to think she was less than she actually was. When in reality, she was able to use her size to her advantage. It was easy for her to allow men to attempt to overtake her, but when they did she would show them that her size was never to be misjudged. Most of the men were never able to do it twice.
Hacking into the cameras was easy, and it helped that a dark brown wig had helped her portray one of the event planners to set up the rest of her surveillance. She gently tapped her chin, the sign for radio silence. Too close to others, she didn’t want to get pegged. While the technology was state of the art, relying on vibrations to relay sound and not actual ‘audio’, the chances of being overheard were not something she wanted to chance. And when she was so focused on seduction as her main tool, being close to her targets was part of the job.
Selene was waiting patiently for her moment, knowing that she didn’t need to push it. More people began to fill the room, and even surrounded by other women in sexy outfits, she still stood out. And it wasn’t long before she was flirting with men in the room. Others may have been less conspicuous, but she was embracing the attention. And while her methods were unorthodox, they worked. It was why she was given these cases. The men who focused on a woman’s beauty never expected the death that followed.
So it wasn’t a surprise when the mark approached her, offered her a drink.
The night was moving exactly in the direction she expected it to. Even though he moved back around the room, he was like a fly to honey— circling back to her for her attention. And how perfect, she appeared to be a dumb blonde looking for a sugar daddy. She laughed at his dumb jokes, touched him playfully as he leaned into her. When he dipped in to whisper something in her ear, she let her body move into him like a magnet.
Gods, sometimes this job was too easy.
Vangelis of Kotas
"I do not like this game."
The party was packed.
Full of A-listers, Selene noted as she glided through the crowd with precision. "You aren't that good at blending in."
The voice in her ear was right, but she knew that to the mark wasn't going to take notice of her unless she was a knockout. And she was. The red dress was one of her favorites, hugging her curves in all the right places. And while she usually preferred her hair tied up in a bun for missions, today her hair was coiled, framing her face. She was going for a blonde bombshell, and damn it the six-inch heels had to happen. She wasn’t the biggest fan of them, to be quite honest. But at a party like this, a woman in a more sensible pair of heels would have been marked as out of place. And she couldn’t look like she wasn’t supposed to be there. Her makeup was done with an even hand, just a step above natural looking. She had been told that she was a beauty, with no need for makeup
Plucking a glass of champagne from a passing tray, Selene spotted her target. She wanted to roll her eyes, the man the quintessential ideal of a fat bastard who had paid his way to the top. But it was more than that, he had also invested millions into a shadow corporation that had pissed off the wrong people. He has double-crossed them, although Selene wasn’t exactly one who cared about the reason. They wanted revenge on him, to kill him for it.
That’s where she came in.
Taking a seat at the bar, her eyes glanced around the room. “Two guns at the door, another by the balcony. Watch for the guys in the red ties. Hired thugs, shouldn’t be a problem.” With each noted man, she took a glance in their direction, making a mental note of their size, their weakness. She would be underestimated if confronted, as her lean stature and looks often led men to think she was less than she actually was. When in reality, she was able to use her size to her advantage. It was easy for her to allow men to attempt to overtake her, but when they did she would show them that her size was never to be misjudged. Most of the men were never able to do it twice.
Hacking into the cameras was easy, and it helped that a dark brown wig had helped her portray one of the event planners to set up the rest of her surveillance. She gently tapped her chin, the sign for radio silence. Too close to others, she didn’t want to get pegged. While the technology was state of the art, relying on vibrations to relay sound and not actual ‘audio’, the chances of being overheard were not something she wanted to chance. And when she was so focused on seduction as her main tool, being close to her targets was part of the job.
Selene was waiting patiently for her moment, knowing that she didn’t need to push it. More people began to fill the room, and even surrounded by other women in sexy outfits, she still stood out. And it wasn’t long before she was flirting with men in the room. Others may have been less conspicuous, but she was embracing the attention. And while her methods were unorthodox, they worked. It was why she was given these cases. The men who focused on a woman’s beauty never expected the death that followed.
So it wasn’t a surprise when the mark approached her, offered her a drink.
The night was moving exactly in the direction she expected it to. Even though he moved back around the room, he was like a fly to honey— circling back to her for her attention. And how perfect, she appeared to be a dumb blonde looking for a sugar daddy. She laughed at his dumb jokes, touched him playfully as he leaned into her. When he dipped in to whisper something in her ear, she let her body move into him like a magnet.
Gods, sometimes this job was too easy.
Vangelis of Kotas
"I do not like this game."
"Sir..."
The word caused Mr. Rykerson to pause, clearly disturbed to be stopped in his element. The man was lent forwards, whispering in the ear of the blonde bimbo he had discovered at the bar. Vangelis had only been working for the man for the last eight days and already he knew his motives, his habits. He was predictable. Sloppy.
Hired to improve the man's security detail and ensure an increase in the level of protection the man received, Vangelis already knew the man's behaviours like the back of his hand. As he did all the ways in which those behaviours could get him killed. Vangelis had already conducted a thorough search and background check on everyone who worked at Rykerson and Dean and - most especially - on the man's security team specifically. He had also done a search on everyone currently attending this party.
Which is why he knew the blondie that had snagged Rykerson's attention didn't belong.
Not that that was uncommon.
She wouldn't have been the first beautiful woman to use her taunting hair, her skin tight dress and her killer legs to get passed the guards at the front gate. There were a least a half dozen other women in attendance exactly like her - desperate to find a credit card with big eyes, a lolling tongue and a low IQ.
And she had picked her target well.
Rykerson was a shrewd, conniving and merciless man... in business. In his personal affairs he was a buffoon. A slave to a pretty woman or - as he called them - "a nice piece of ass", he was exactly the kind of man a woman like that would be looking for. All he needed to do to pick up the most knock-out blonde in the pace, apparently, was to flash a little platinum plastic and his gold watch.
Vangelis was receiving attention in a different way.
With his job, it was important for him to stay fit. Which meant it was incredibly useful that he worked only for the higher end of society (private gyms were normally available during his assignments). After fifteen years in the military and then his current business - Vangelis was cut like a diamond. Six feet of broad shoulders and trim muscle, he found that the women at the party this evening had felt the need to introduce themselves from within his personal space. Decked out in a suit that was practical but didn't draw attention (at least not had it been on anyone else), Vangelis had been fulfilling his duty as shadow to Mr. Rykerson all night. And he had been doing so from the corner of the room.
Now, however, it seemed time to step in. Before the man ended up bringing both the blonde and half the bar back to a private party that had no security measures in place. The bar and main apartment they stood in was already rigged with his own state of the art equipment and could be considered as safe as Fort Knox. Some kind of private affair would make things impossible from Vangelis' point of view.
"Sir, the Mitchells are leaving..." He told the man. "I believe you wanted to bid them goodbye..."
The man looked simultaneously accepting that this was indeed what he had said, but also put out that he was being interrupted from his pseudo-date.
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Vangelis nodded dutifully.
"About about I keep your... guest, occupied, while you finalise that arrangement with Mr. Mitchell?" He suggested, his eyes tracing the curve of the blonde woman's face.
Mr. Rykerson looked at Vangelis, with a shrewd gaze both up and down before looking at the blonde. He apparently didn't like the idea of leaving two people who looked the way they do alone together - or as alone as they could be at a crowded private party - but clearly came to the conclusion that the woman was more interested in his platinum to Vangelis' nickel, and left quickly to locate one of his business partners. Vangelis noticed that Rykerson managed to get a brush across the woman's exposed knee and thigh before he disappeared and Vangelis felt that desire to roll his eyes again.
Luckily he had fantastic self-control.
Which he was going to need if he was to liaise with a woman who looked like this one...
Tag: Selene of Leventi
"I do not like this game."
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"Sir..."
The word caused Mr. Rykerson to pause, clearly disturbed to be stopped in his element. The man was lent forwards, whispering in the ear of the blonde bimbo he had discovered at the bar. Vangelis had only been working for the man for the last eight days and already he knew his motives, his habits. He was predictable. Sloppy.
Hired to improve the man's security detail and ensure an increase in the level of protection the man received, Vangelis already knew the man's behaviours like the back of his hand. As he did all the ways in which those behaviours could get him killed. Vangelis had already conducted a thorough search and background check on everyone who worked at Rykerson and Dean and - most especially - on the man's security team specifically. He had also done a search on everyone currently attending this party.
Which is why he knew the blondie that had snagged Rykerson's attention didn't belong.
Not that that was uncommon.
She wouldn't have been the first beautiful woman to use her taunting hair, her skin tight dress and her killer legs to get passed the guards at the front gate. There were a least a half dozen other women in attendance exactly like her - desperate to find a credit card with big eyes, a lolling tongue and a low IQ.
And she had picked her target well.
Rykerson was a shrewd, conniving and merciless man... in business. In his personal affairs he was a buffoon. A slave to a pretty woman or - as he called them - "a nice piece of ass", he was exactly the kind of man a woman like that would be looking for. All he needed to do to pick up the most knock-out blonde in the pace, apparently, was to flash a little platinum plastic and his gold watch.
Vangelis was receiving attention in a different way.
With his job, it was important for him to stay fit. Which meant it was incredibly useful that he worked only for the higher end of society (private gyms were normally available during his assignments). After fifteen years in the military and then his current business - Vangelis was cut like a diamond. Six feet of broad shoulders and trim muscle, he found that the women at the party this evening had felt the need to introduce themselves from within his personal space. Decked out in a suit that was practical but didn't draw attention (at least not had it been on anyone else), Vangelis had been fulfilling his duty as shadow to Mr. Rykerson all night. And he had been doing so from the corner of the room.
Now, however, it seemed time to step in. Before the man ended up bringing both the blonde and half the bar back to a private party that had no security measures in place. The bar and main apartment they stood in was already rigged with his own state of the art equipment and could be considered as safe as Fort Knox. Some kind of private affair would make things impossible from Vangelis' point of view.
"Sir, the Mitchells are leaving..." He told the man. "I believe you wanted to bid them goodbye..."
The man looked simultaneously accepting that this was indeed what he had said, but also put out that he was being interrupted from his pseudo-date.
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Vangelis nodded dutifully.
"About about I keep your... guest, occupied, while you finalise that arrangement with Mr. Mitchell?" He suggested, his eyes tracing the curve of the blonde woman's face.
Mr. Rykerson looked at Vangelis, with a shrewd gaze both up and down before looking at the blonde. He apparently didn't like the idea of leaving two people who looked the way they do alone together - or as alone as they could be at a crowded private party - but clearly came to the conclusion that the woman was more interested in his platinum to Vangelis' nickel, and left quickly to locate one of his business partners. Vangelis noticed that Rykerson managed to get a brush across the woman's exposed knee and thigh before he disappeared and Vangelis felt that desire to roll his eyes again.
Luckily he had fantastic self-control.
Which he was going to need if he was to liaise with a woman who looked like this one...
Tag: Selene of Leventi
"I do not like this game."
"Sir..."
The word caused Mr. Rykerson to pause, clearly disturbed to be stopped in his element. The man was lent forwards, whispering in the ear of the blonde bimbo he had discovered at the bar. Vangelis had only been working for the man for the last eight days and already he knew his motives, his habits. He was predictable. Sloppy.
Hired to improve the man's security detail and ensure an increase in the level of protection the man received, Vangelis already knew the man's behaviours like the back of his hand. As he did all the ways in which those behaviours could get him killed. Vangelis had already conducted a thorough search and background check on everyone who worked at Rykerson and Dean and - most especially - on the man's security team specifically. He had also done a search on everyone currently attending this party.
Which is why he knew the blondie that had snagged Rykerson's attention didn't belong.
Not that that was uncommon.
She wouldn't have been the first beautiful woman to use her taunting hair, her skin tight dress and her killer legs to get passed the guards at the front gate. There were a least a half dozen other women in attendance exactly like her - desperate to find a credit card with big eyes, a lolling tongue and a low IQ.
And she had picked her target well.
Rykerson was a shrewd, conniving and merciless man... in business. In his personal affairs he was a buffoon. A slave to a pretty woman or - as he called them - "a nice piece of ass", he was exactly the kind of man a woman like that would be looking for. All he needed to do to pick up the most knock-out blonde in the pace, apparently, was to flash a little platinum plastic and his gold watch.
Vangelis was receiving attention in a different way.
With his job, it was important for him to stay fit. Which meant it was incredibly useful that he worked only for the higher end of society (private gyms were normally available during his assignments). After fifteen years in the military and then his current business - Vangelis was cut like a diamond. Six feet of broad shoulders and trim muscle, he found that the women at the party this evening had felt the need to introduce themselves from within his personal space. Decked out in a suit that was practical but didn't draw attention (at least not had it been on anyone else), Vangelis had been fulfilling his duty as shadow to Mr. Rykerson all night. And he had been doing so from the corner of the room.
Now, however, it seemed time to step in. Before the man ended up bringing both the blonde and half the bar back to a private party that had no security measures in place. The bar and main apartment they stood in was already rigged with his own state of the art equipment and could be considered as safe as Fort Knox. Some kind of private affair would make things impossible from Vangelis' point of view.
"Sir, the Mitchells are leaving..." He told the man. "I believe you wanted to bid them goodbye..."
The man looked simultaneously accepting that this was indeed what he had said, but also put out that he was being interrupted from his pseudo-date.
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Vangelis nodded dutifully.
"About about I keep your... guest, occupied, while you finalise that arrangement with Mr. Mitchell?" He suggested, his eyes tracing the curve of the blonde woman's face.
Mr. Rykerson looked at Vangelis, with a shrewd gaze both up and down before looking at the blonde. He apparently didn't like the idea of leaving two people who looked the way they do alone together - or as alone as they could be at a crowded private party - but clearly came to the conclusion that the woman was more interested in his platinum to Vangelis' nickel, and left quickly to locate one of his business partners. Vangelis noticed that Rykerson managed to get a brush across the woman's exposed knee and thigh before he disappeared and Vangelis felt that desire to roll his eyes again.
Luckily he had fantastic self-control.
Which he was going to need if he was to liaise with a woman who looked like this one...
Tag: Selene of Leventi
"I do not like this game."
He wasn’t the only one who had done extensive research on her mark.
The past 3 weeks had been spent watching, learning his routine. And he was a man of routine if nothing else. But, like all people, there were vices. And that's what she honed in on-- his weaknesses. And it seemed that he favored blondes in tight dresses and heels. For most men, it was a very similar desire. Be it the dress, or the hair color, they all had the same general affliction: they could only think with their dicks.
She wanted to pout when his newest guard joined them.
Ah, so this was Vang, in the flesh.
She had to hand it to him, he had an impeccable record. Highly decorated from his time in the military with a well-established business after the fact, Selene knew that she had to be careful of him. He was good at his job, or else Rykerson would never have hired him. No distractions to his job, extensive family but none close enough to matter-- he was a hard man. She had counted on him being all bulk. From a distance, his scowl would have been off-putting for anyone else. Now, close up, she was undeniably attracted to his eyes.
There was something to be said about a man in a suit. Some men, like Rykerson, often chose a looser cut to hide their gut. But his guard, he was cut in all the right ways, and his suit matched. And why, WHY had he picked blue? If he was curious as to why it seemed that every woman in the room was flirting with him, she could have clued him in-- it was the suit, with the shirt and the eyes. Tall, dark and handsome. If she wasn’t a professional, she probably would have been flirting more openly with him instead of appearing like she was searching for a sugar daddy to pay off her student loans.
She let her lip fall into a pout, leaning in once to get his promise that he would return. And, as soon as Vang suggested keeping her company, the man seemed to agree. “We can talk more once you’re… less distracted?” She said coyly, lifting her glass to him as he vanished into the crowd. Her attention turned back to the man in front of her, setting her drink on the bartop as she smiled at him.
“So, do you ever let yourself enjoy the night? Or are you all business and no pleasure?” She asked, slowly crossing her legs, letting her dress inch its way up, exposing more leg. “No drink in your hand, not even letting the woman start up a conversation? What fun is being at the party if you don’t get to indulge a bit?”
Besides, her plan was already in motion.
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He wasn’t the only one who had done extensive research on her mark.
The past 3 weeks had been spent watching, learning his routine. And he was a man of routine if nothing else. But, like all people, there were vices. And that's what she honed in on-- his weaknesses. And it seemed that he favored blondes in tight dresses and heels. For most men, it was a very similar desire. Be it the dress, or the hair color, they all had the same general affliction: they could only think with their dicks.
She wanted to pout when his newest guard joined them.
Ah, so this was Vang, in the flesh.
She had to hand it to him, he had an impeccable record. Highly decorated from his time in the military with a well-established business after the fact, Selene knew that she had to be careful of him. He was good at his job, or else Rykerson would never have hired him. No distractions to his job, extensive family but none close enough to matter-- he was a hard man. She had counted on him being all bulk. From a distance, his scowl would have been off-putting for anyone else. Now, close up, she was undeniably attracted to his eyes.
There was something to be said about a man in a suit. Some men, like Rykerson, often chose a looser cut to hide their gut. But his guard, he was cut in all the right ways, and his suit matched. And why, WHY had he picked blue? If he was curious as to why it seemed that every woman in the room was flirting with him, she could have clued him in-- it was the suit, with the shirt and the eyes. Tall, dark and handsome. If she wasn’t a professional, she probably would have been flirting more openly with him instead of appearing like she was searching for a sugar daddy to pay off her student loans.
She let her lip fall into a pout, leaning in once to get his promise that he would return. And, as soon as Vang suggested keeping her company, the man seemed to agree. “We can talk more once you’re… less distracted?” She said coyly, lifting her glass to him as he vanished into the crowd. Her attention turned back to the man in front of her, setting her drink on the bartop as she smiled at him.
“So, do you ever let yourself enjoy the night? Or are you all business and no pleasure?” She asked, slowly crossing her legs, letting her dress inch its way up, exposing more leg. “No drink in your hand, not even letting the woman start up a conversation? What fun is being at the party if you don’t get to indulge a bit?”
Besides, her plan was already in motion.
He wasn’t the only one who had done extensive research on her mark.
The past 3 weeks had been spent watching, learning his routine. And he was a man of routine if nothing else. But, like all people, there were vices. And that's what she honed in on-- his weaknesses. And it seemed that he favored blondes in tight dresses and heels. For most men, it was a very similar desire. Be it the dress, or the hair color, they all had the same general affliction: they could only think with their dicks.
She wanted to pout when his newest guard joined them.
Ah, so this was Vang, in the flesh.
She had to hand it to him, he had an impeccable record. Highly decorated from his time in the military with a well-established business after the fact, Selene knew that she had to be careful of him. He was good at his job, or else Rykerson would never have hired him. No distractions to his job, extensive family but none close enough to matter-- he was a hard man. She had counted on him being all bulk. From a distance, his scowl would have been off-putting for anyone else. Now, close up, she was undeniably attracted to his eyes.
There was something to be said about a man in a suit. Some men, like Rykerson, often chose a looser cut to hide their gut. But his guard, he was cut in all the right ways, and his suit matched. And why, WHY had he picked blue? If he was curious as to why it seemed that every woman in the room was flirting with him, she could have clued him in-- it was the suit, with the shirt and the eyes. Tall, dark and handsome. If she wasn’t a professional, she probably would have been flirting more openly with him instead of appearing like she was searching for a sugar daddy to pay off her student loans.
She let her lip fall into a pout, leaning in once to get his promise that he would return. And, as soon as Vang suggested keeping her company, the man seemed to agree. “We can talk more once you’re… less distracted?” She said coyly, lifting her glass to him as he vanished into the crowd. Her attention turned back to the man in front of her, setting her drink on the bartop as she smiled at him.
“So, do you ever let yourself enjoy the night? Or are you all business and no pleasure?” She asked, slowly crossing her legs, letting her dress inch its way up, exposing more leg. “No drink in your hand, not even letting the woman start up a conversation? What fun is being at the party if you don’t get to indulge a bit?”
Besides, her plan was already in motion.
Vangelis moved closer to the blonde, his behaviour and stance intense. He let his eyes trail the new amount of leg suddenly exposed, his lips parting in interest before he raised his eye-line back to her gaze. He was listening to what she was saying but he was also taking the opportunity to ground her, his hip leaning on the bar and his tall frame looming over her. He rested a forearm on the bar and tapped at the rum of her stout glass nonchalantly, his eyes capturing her full attention.
"I indulge..." He told her... his eyes straying to look very deliberately at her mouth, before moving back up. "I tend to need to stimulation of mind as well as body..." He told her, his tone and pitch turning sinfully low, his voice a deep rumble turned velvet in his chest. He had now leaned in so far that he was whispering in her ear. "I found your CIA record to be particularly of interest, Miss Evans..." He murmured, his voice stirring her hair.
"Don't react." He told her, before she could jump or make a start at his reveal that he knew exactly who she was. With a background in international espionage, he had been able to find her records, which meant it was likely he had been able to find out what she had been doing since she had left the Agency several years ago. "You'll make people look... Don't want to blow your cover now huh...?"
Taking the moment, Vangelis reached out with his lips, supposedly to kiss her teasingly on the curve of her ear. Instead, he managed to fish out the listening device he had guessed she had (he had a fifty-fifty chance of getting the right one afterall) and then, taking it between his lips, bit down hard on the tiny piece of machinery, destroying her link to her backup.
Nipping the lobe of her ear between his teeth - just for fun - he then retreated and picked up her drink. Sipping from the rim, he spit the broken device into the glass as he did so, and then deposited it behind the bar.
To any outside of a two foot radius, he had done nothing suspicious but whisper in the ear of a beautiful woman and then take a sip of her drink, before deciding to place it aside. To Selene, he had just cut off both her back-up and her exits.
"Now..." He told her, leaning on the bar with a devil may care attitude and a sinister charming smile. "Let's talk for a moment... about how you're trying to murder the man I'm trying to kill."
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Vangelis moved closer to the blonde, his behaviour and stance intense. He let his eyes trail the new amount of leg suddenly exposed, his lips parting in interest before he raised his eye-line back to her gaze. He was listening to what she was saying but he was also taking the opportunity to ground her, his hip leaning on the bar and his tall frame looming over her. He rested a forearm on the bar and tapped at the rum of her stout glass nonchalantly, his eyes capturing her full attention.
"I indulge..." He told her... his eyes straying to look very deliberately at her mouth, before moving back up. "I tend to need to stimulation of mind as well as body..." He told her, his tone and pitch turning sinfully low, his voice a deep rumble turned velvet in his chest. He had now leaned in so far that he was whispering in her ear. "I found your CIA record to be particularly of interest, Miss Evans..." He murmured, his voice stirring her hair.
"Don't react." He told her, before she could jump or make a start at his reveal that he knew exactly who she was. With a background in international espionage, he had been able to find her records, which meant it was likely he had been able to find out what she had been doing since she had left the Agency several years ago. "You'll make people look... Don't want to blow your cover now huh...?"
Taking the moment, Vangelis reached out with his lips, supposedly to kiss her teasingly on the curve of her ear. Instead, he managed to fish out the listening device he had guessed she had (he had a fifty-fifty chance of getting the right one afterall) and then, taking it between his lips, bit down hard on the tiny piece of machinery, destroying her link to her backup.
Nipping the lobe of her ear between his teeth - just for fun - he then retreated and picked up her drink. Sipping from the rim, he spit the broken device into the glass as he did so, and then deposited it behind the bar.
To any outside of a two foot radius, he had done nothing suspicious but whisper in the ear of a beautiful woman and then take a sip of her drink, before deciding to place it aside. To Selene, he had just cut off both her back-up and her exits.
"Now..." He told her, leaning on the bar with a devil may care attitude and a sinister charming smile. "Let's talk for a moment... about how you're trying to murder the man I'm trying to kill."
Vangelis moved closer to the blonde, his behaviour and stance intense. He let his eyes trail the new amount of leg suddenly exposed, his lips parting in interest before he raised his eye-line back to her gaze. He was listening to what she was saying but he was also taking the opportunity to ground her, his hip leaning on the bar and his tall frame looming over her. He rested a forearm on the bar and tapped at the rum of her stout glass nonchalantly, his eyes capturing her full attention.
"I indulge..." He told her... his eyes straying to look very deliberately at her mouth, before moving back up. "I tend to need to stimulation of mind as well as body..." He told her, his tone and pitch turning sinfully low, his voice a deep rumble turned velvet in his chest. He had now leaned in so far that he was whispering in her ear. "I found your CIA record to be particularly of interest, Miss Evans..." He murmured, his voice stirring her hair.
"Don't react." He told her, before she could jump or make a start at his reveal that he knew exactly who she was. With a background in international espionage, he had been able to find her records, which meant it was likely he had been able to find out what she had been doing since she had left the Agency several years ago. "You'll make people look... Don't want to blow your cover now huh...?"
Taking the moment, Vangelis reached out with his lips, supposedly to kiss her teasingly on the curve of her ear. Instead, he managed to fish out the listening device he had guessed she had (he had a fifty-fifty chance of getting the right one afterall) and then, taking it between his lips, bit down hard on the tiny piece of machinery, destroying her link to her backup.
Nipping the lobe of her ear between his teeth - just for fun - he then retreated and picked up her drink. Sipping from the rim, he spit the broken device into the glass as he did so, and then deposited it behind the bar.
To any outside of a two foot radius, he had done nothing suspicious but whisper in the ear of a beautiful woman and then take a sip of her drink, before deciding to place it aside. To Selene, he had just cut off both her back-up and her exits.
"Now..." He told her, leaning on the bar with a devil may care attitude and a sinister charming smile. "Let's talk for a moment... about how you're trying to murder the man I'm trying to kill."
It was hard to tell what offended her more-- the fact that knew her last name or that he dared to think she would react to having her cover questioned.
Rude.
Ever the professional, her face remained seductive. Her mind, however, was racing. Because the Corporation would have heard him as he said the words against her flesh, would have known that her cover was blown, and would have been begun to put their backup plan and extraction into place. But, as was her policy, she wouldn’t let the extraction take place until she pressed her panic button.
And the idea of him discovering its location did send a chill through her spine. He would have to buy her a drink if he did.
She was just as offended that he pulled the tech out of her ear. Her face turned into a pout, looking like she was simply upset by the fact that he had been teasing her. “I hope you plan to replace that, Mr. Bell. Those are expensive.” It was said casually, dumping the drink out, fickling away the smell metal as if it was a bug (which it was). She waved down the bartender, ordering two scotch and sodas. As soon as the drinks were set down, her attention was focused back on the new… distraction.
Taking a drink from her own glass, she slid the second one to him. “If you’ve read my file, you’ll know that my cover was never blown.” Her eyebrow lifted as she slid closer, pressing herself into him. So close that it was obvious that she a holster against her thigh. The knife in it was small, but would certainly be lethal in her hands. “And I’m not just happy to see you.” She said with a smile, her arm casually resting on him
Ah, his cover was far better than hers.
“I suppose,” She purred, her hand coming up to his cheek. “Tell me, what is it like to lose out to a woman?” She didn’t want to tell him how she’d done it, almost begging him to press for more. What he hadn’t noticed was the playful way she had smack Rykerson in the chest with her clutch. Her aim had been true, for the small magnet in the bag had deactivated his pacemaker within his chest.
His cause of death would be revealed to be a malfunction of his pacemaker. No other traces would be found, as he had a history of fatal heart arrhythmias that were only kept at bay by the small electronic device implanted in his chest.
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It was hard to tell what offended her more-- the fact that knew her last name or that he dared to think she would react to having her cover questioned.
Rude.
Ever the professional, her face remained seductive. Her mind, however, was racing. Because the Corporation would have heard him as he said the words against her flesh, would have known that her cover was blown, and would have been begun to put their backup plan and extraction into place. But, as was her policy, she wouldn’t let the extraction take place until she pressed her panic button.
And the idea of him discovering its location did send a chill through her spine. He would have to buy her a drink if he did.
She was just as offended that he pulled the tech out of her ear. Her face turned into a pout, looking like she was simply upset by the fact that he had been teasing her. “I hope you plan to replace that, Mr. Bell. Those are expensive.” It was said casually, dumping the drink out, fickling away the smell metal as if it was a bug (which it was). She waved down the bartender, ordering two scotch and sodas. As soon as the drinks were set down, her attention was focused back on the new… distraction.
Taking a drink from her own glass, she slid the second one to him. “If you’ve read my file, you’ll know that my cover was never blown.” Her eyebrow lifted as she slid closer, pressing herself into him. So close that it was obvious that she a holster against her thigh. The knife in it was small, but would certainly be lethal in her hands. “And I’m not just happy to see you.” She said with a smile, her arm casually resting on him
Ah, his cover was far better than hers.
“I suppose,” She purred, her hand coming up to his cheek. “Tell me, what is it like to lose out to a woman?” She didn’t want to tell him how she’d done it, almost begging him to press for more. What he hadn’t noticed was the playful way she had smack Rykerson in the chest with her clutch. Her aim had been true, for the small magnet in the bag had deactivated his pacemaker within his chest.
His cause of death would be revealed to be a malfunction of his pacemaker. No other traces would be found, as he had a history of fatal heart arrhythmias that were only kept at bay by the small electronic device implanted in his chest.
It was hard to tell what offended her more-- the fact that knew her last name or that he dared to think she would react to having her cover questioned.
Rude.
Ever the professional, her face remained seductive. Her mind, however, was racing. Because the Corporation would have heard him as he said the words against her flesh, would have known that her cover was blown, and would have been begun to put their backup plan and extraction into place. But, as was her policy, she wouldn’t let the extraction take place until she pressed her panic button.
And the idea of him discovering its location did send a chill through her spine. He would have to buy her a drink if he did.
She was just as offended that he pulled the tech out of her ear. Her face turned into a pout, looking like she was simply upset by the fact that he had been teasing her. “I hope you plan to replace that, Mr. Bell. Those are expensive.” It was said casually, dumping the drink out, fickling away the smell metal as if it was a bug (which it was). She waved down the bartender, ordering two scotch and sodas. As soon as the drinks were set down, her attention was focused back on the new… distraction.
Taking a drink from her own glass, she slid the second one to him. “If you’ve read my file, you’ll know that my cover was never blown.” Her eyebrow lifted as she slid closer, pressing herself into him. So close that it was obvious that she a holster against her thigh. The knife in it was small, but would certainly be lethal in her hands. “And I’m not just happy to see you.” She said with a smile, her arm casually resting on him
Ah, his cover was far better than hers.
“I suppose,” She purred, her hand coming up to his cheek. “Tell me, what is it like to lose out to a woman?” She didn’t want to tell him how she’d done it, almost begging him to press for more. What he hadn’t noticed was the playful way she had smack Rykerson in the chest with her clutch. Her aim had been true, for the small magnet in the bag had deactivated his pacemaker within his chest.
His cause of death would be revealed to be a malfunction of his pacemaker. No other traces would be found, as he had a history of fatal heart arrhythmias that were only kept at bay by the small electronic device implanted in his chest.
Vangelis smiled indulgently as she sidled on up to his side. He could feel the holster she promised wasn't just a happy welcome and he felt his chest contract on a quick laugh through his nose. She was confident; he'd give her that.
He was about to get personal in his words when she overrode him - asking how he liked to lose out to a woman. His eyes narrowed for a moment but he mind was a quick one and suddenly his brow rose in a moment of surprise. It was at that second - as if on queue - that Rykerson hunched over in the corner of the room, where he had been bidding adieu to his stockbrokers.
Watching, suddenly panicked, Vangelis looked between the woman, and the target who was now clutching his chest in pain and cursed angrily.
"You stupid girl!" He growled menacingly, his gaze and body language instantly forgetting her presence as he left her at the bar and rushed over to Rykerson as he fell to his knees and then onto his back.
Rushing over and skidding down onto his knees like a rockstar at a concert, Vangelis snatched at the front of the man's suit jacket, placed his hands accordingly and started to administer CPR.
"Someone call 911." He snapped at the small crowd who had started to cultivate around the man, slower than he in their reflexes.
For all intents and purposes he had forgotten the woman in the red dress, intent on tracking her down another time. If this man died she would be looking down the barrel of some cross-hairs herself and it would be a pity to mess up that beautiful face of hers...
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Vangelis smiled indulgently as she sidled on up to his side. He could feel the holster she promised wasn't just a happy welcome and he felt his chest contract on a quick laugh through his nose. She was confident; he'd give her that.
He was about to get personal in his words when she overrode him - asking how he liked to lose out to a woman. His eyes narrowed for a moment but he mind was a quick one and suddenly his brow rose in a moment of surprise. It was at that second - as if on queue - that Rykerson hunched over in the corner of the room, where he had been bidding adieu to his stockbrokers.
Watching, suddenly panicked, Vangelis looked between the woman, and the target who was now clutching his chest in pain and cursed angrily.
"You stupid girl!" He growled menacingly, his gaze and body language instantly forgetting her presence as he left her at the bar and rushed over to Rykerson as he fell to his knees and then onto his back.
Rushing over and skidding down onto his knees like a rockstar at a concert, Vangelis snatched at the front of the man's suit jacket, placed his hands accordingly and started to administer CPR.
"Someone call 911." He snapped at the small crowd who had started to cultivate around the man, slower than he in their reflexes.
For all intents and purposes he had forgotten the woman in the red dress, intent on tracking her down another time. If this man died she would be looking down the barrel of some cross-hairs herself and it would be a pity to mess up that beautiful face of hers...
Vangelis smiled indulgently as she sidled on up to his side. He could feel the holster she promised wasn't just a happy welcome and he felt his chest contract on a quick laugh through his nose. She was confident; he'd give her that.
He was about to get personal in his words when she overrode him - asking how he liked to lose out to a woman. His eyes narrowed for a moment but he mind was a quick one and suddenly his brow rose in a moment of surprise. It was at that second - as if on queue - that Rykerson hunched over in the corner of the room, where he had been bidding adieu to his stockbrokers.
Watching, suddenly panicked, Vangelis looked between the woman, and the target who was now clutching his chest in pain and cursed angrily.
"You stupid girl!" He growled menacingly, his gaze and body language instantly forgetting her presence as he left her at the bar and rushed over to Rykerson as he fell to his knees and then onto his back.
Rushing over and skidding down onto his knees like a rockstar at a concert, Vangelis snatched at the front of the man's suit jacket, placed his hands accordingly and started to administer CPR.
"Someone call 911." He snapped at the small crowd who had started to cultivate around the man, slower than he in their reflexes.
For all intents and purposes he had forgotten the woman in the red dress, intent on tracking her down another time. If this man died she would be looking down the barrel of some cross-hairs herself and it would be a pity to mess up that beautiful face of hers...
Damn. She hadn’t counted on him dying right there. He must have been far more intoxicated that he had let on, his cardiac function far more delicate with the presence of alcohol on board. She had hoped that it would happen in his sleep, where no one would investigate it as anything but an unfortunate end.
Now, in the open like this, she was a potential suspect if foal place was at all suspected.
As bodies crushed forward, she moved back. Her departure was slow, precise. Her movements towards the door were unhurried, and everyone else was focused on him. The AED in the building’s front desk had been missing for the past month, and the nearest ambulance would take 6 minutes to response. Even with that prick starting CPR, his chances of survival were slim.
It really was the perfect kill.
She slid into the bathroom, where a backpack had been stashed in an out of order stall. In a matter of moments, she had gone from blonde bombshell to a doe eyed brunette who has met a friend to study. The oversized jeans and flannel shirt gave her the mousy, overlooked book worm look she was going for. The glasses on her face were thick black frames, but also has the tech to disable the cameras in her escape.
She didn’t think much about the other guy, and certainly didn’t give him a second though as she passed the paramedics on their way up to the party. The focus certainly wasn’t on her. No it was on the flashing lights outside. With one last glance to the floor she had just left, Selene grinned and disappeared around the corner.
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Damn. She hadn’t counted on him dying right there. He must have been far more intoxicated that he had let on, his cardiac function far more delicate with the presence of alcohol on board. She had hoped that it would happen in his sleep, where no one would investigate it as anything but an unfortunate end.
Now, in the open like this, she was a potential suspect if foal place was at all suspected.
As bodies crushed forward, she moved back. Her departure was slow, precise. Her movements towards the door were unhurried, and everyone else was focused on him. The AED in the building’s front desk had been missing for the past month, and the nearest ambulance would take 6 minutes to response. Even with that prick starting CPR, his chances of survival were slim.
It really was the perfect kill.
She slid into the bathroom, where a backpack had been stashed in an out of order stall. In a matter of moments, she had gone from blonde bombshell to a doe eyed brunette who has met a friend to study. The oversized jeans and flannel shirt gave her the mousy, overlooked book worm look she was going for. The glasses on her face were thick black frames, but also has the tech to disable the cameras in her escape.
She didn’t think much about the other guy, and certainly didn’t give him a second though as she passed the paramedics on their way up to the party. The focus certainly wasn’t on her. No it was on the flashing lights outside. With one last glance to the floor she had just left, Selene grinned and disappeared around the corner.
Damn. She hadn’t counted on him dying right there. He must have been far more intoxicated that he had let on, his cardiac function far more delicate with the presence of alcohol on board. She had hoped that it would happen in his sleep, where no one would investigate it as anything but an unfortunate end.
Now, in the open like this, she was a potential suspect if foal place was at all suspected.
As bodies crushed forward, she moved back. Her departure was slow, precise. Her movements towards the door were unhurried, and everyone else was focused on him. The AED in the building’s front desk had been missing for the past month, and the nearest ambulance would take 6 minutes to response. Even with that prick starting CPR, his chances of survival were slim.
It really was the perfect kill.
She slid into the bathroom, where a backpack had been stashed in an out of order stall. In a matter of moments, she had gone from blonde bombshell to a doe eyed brunette who has met a friend to study. The oversized jeans and flannel shirt gave her the mousy, overlooked book worm look she was going for. The glasses on her face were thick black frames, but also has the tech to disable the cameras in her escape.
She didn’t think much about the other guy, and certainly didn’t give him a second though as she passed the paramedics on their way up to the party. The focus certainly wasn’t on her. No it was on the flashing lights outside. With one last glance to the floor she had just left, Selene grinned and disappeared around the corner.