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Thread: Assassins (Findarato and Lemon)

Did she always have to walk around like she was strutting down a catwalk? Scott found himself looking over his partner for the briefest of moments, a rare occurrence. He took his profession religiously, it seemed to be his entire purpose in life and he wasn't about to mix business with pleasure. He looked away, straight forward, and pushed the button to roll up the dark window without giving her any sign of a greeting. He did not acknowledge as she got in, not even turning his head to gaze at her. Instead, he make a noise in between a grunt and a clearing of throat, something he often did. Sasha could interpret it as some hidden language of Scott that only he truly understood. Mostly, it seemed like some odd noise to signal he did not want to have small talk. Instead, he reached over her, flipping open the glove compartment. He took out another file, and set it in her lap. Inside she would find identity papers, a picture of herself on a forged license with the name of 'Brittany Morgan'. Of course it seemed redundant to pretend to be someone else when they would be watching someone for a few days, but Scott wasn't one to skip out on details or do the job anything except to perfection. Our target is staying in a hotel on 7th and Jefferson in the city, he explained as he started the powerful car up, and pulled off the curb, starting to drive. We're watching him from a honey moon suite, he went on. She could already guess what he was going to say next, We're posing as a newly wed couple. Mr. and Mrs. Mason. I'm Nicolas Mason. Your name hasn't officially changed from Morgan in many of your documents, yet. They had posed as a couple for a few times before, but never for such an extended period of time. Scott wasn't looking forward to it, but there was a prize in mind that he would not let anything sway him from. No doubt she'd pipe in some sarcastic comment about how he had chosen to stay in a honey moon suite. Her research proved to be valuable, although Scott already knew the same information. It may prove to be wise to send you in to him, alone, he said, glancing at her as he stopped at an intersection. As she tried to play with the radio, he pushed her hand away with his larger one, letting her feel the callouses on it from years of use and age. I want to make it very clear that the agency doesn't want us going for the money. They had already discussed this, but Scott overdid nearly everything, it seemed. Once we obtain it, they will more than likely disown us, and send other agents to get the money back. The agency, of course, was their employer, the third party between the assassins and those that hired them. They negotiated everything based on the assassins, leaving them enough impression to let them feel they were in control, yet the agency was the one making the most money.
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She appreciated his thorough, and seemingly flawless tactics when it came to a job. It helped, a lot. Sasha, despite their obvious, unspoken quarrels, really couldn't ask for a better partner. Scott knew exactly what to do, when to do it, and how. Though it didn't make her job entirely easy, it certainly aided her in completing what needed to be done. They worked off of each other, and whether or not their differences actually helped them, she wasn't quite sure. She managed to get them into situations that he could get them out of, and vice versa. It was no wonder that the agency put them together for some of the more...difficult processes. Either way, right now, was like any other time. He was grunting, she was smiling, and her lap was full of papers. Sounds peachy to me, she quipped, already placing her new ID within her wallet. Papers, were settled in her purse, where they would be safe and sound. The honeymoon suite was more than a good enough excuse to tease him, but, Sasha figured that she could dish out her usual jabs at him steadily, rather than overwhelming him. After all, he probably anticipated it, and she enjoyed giving him a surprise every now and then. At the mentioning of her being sent in to their target alone, however, was a surprise to her . She turned her eyes to him, slowly taking in his expression before speaking. Are you trying to make Brittany Morgan cheat on her new husband? Because, according to this rap sheet, if I go in there, he won't want to dilly dally with drinks and a nice dinner, she insisted, feeling a bit dirty, at the thought of having to sleep with their target. Sure, she had been forced to compromise her own morals every once and a while for a job, but for some damn reason, this time just felt...wrong. No radio, and Sasha quickly perked up at the push of her hand then. I realize that they don't want us to have the money...of course, she began, her nose scrunching in a mild bout of irritation. She was squirming, a telltale sign that she wanted to do something, but was holding back. Damn it! She wanted her top 40 songs on, and now! And, as far as them sending in others to retrieve it, I'll be prepared. I can only assume this is a situation where we'll go our separate ways, never speak of this again, or to each other, she insisted, brows raising in question. It seemed legit, and while she enjoyed living her life here, she would enjoy it a lot better somewhere else, with all of that cash.
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Her comments about their fake identities and cheating flustered him. It was a job, nothing more, and if the man had a weakness for attractive women, Scott would be sure to abuse it. He glanced his partner over- even in her simple yet fashionable outfit, she was attractive, he had to admit. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, focusing on the task at hand, which was driving. You will do what is needed. Remember what is at stake here. His voice was hard, and spoke the truth, as he always did. He met her eyes briefly as she scrunched her nose in frustration. He couldn't believe such a small thing as music could appeal to her so greatly when there was so much money on the line, but he decided from the first day of working with Sasha that he would never understand her anyways. Still, her answer satisfied him. She knew the game, and how it worked, and that's all Scott cared about. What she did with her money afterwards was of little important to Scott. Probably buy more clothes, as if she didn't have enough already. Another one of those half grunts, half clearing of throats came out, and he pulled his hand away from the radio, as if giving her permission to change it to whatever she liked. It began to rain again, harder, and they could hear the raindrops thudding against the car unless if she turned on the radio. Scott had to turn the wind shield wipers on. This rain better stop before we get there, he said in an irritated tone. We won't be able to get good vision of his room if so, he pointed out, as the green light turned, and he sped off before any other cars had a chance to start, and he got on the highway ramp, heading towards the busiest part of the city which they were heading. She had seen the large suitcase when she had placed her things in the back, and she knew better than anyone that it definitely wasn't clothing in there. If all else fails we'll use the telescope.
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That tone. It sure as hell got underneath her skin, and Sasha, wasn't quite accustomed to it just yet. Maybe she should have been, but when it came to a few select things, well, she just couldn't help herself. The frown that formed on her face was adamant, and she merely watched Scott silently for a few moments. She'll do what was needed...right, like she always did. But, still, she couldn't help but grow weary at the idea of sleeping with a man she didn't even know. Technically, her payout would be a large sum of cash, which, in turn, didn't make it seem any better at all. It was as if she were a high ranked prostitute, who conveniently knew how to kill her customers, too. A quick bite to her bottom lip, and she glanced out the window. What did Scott even think of that? Or, did he care at all? It was probably the latter, but being the troubling thinker that she was at times, Sasha contemplated on the outcome. Was it bad, that she was willing to do just about anything for her job, or, was it good? Degrading to some extent, certainly, but it wasn't as if she had any other choice. Their lives often depended on her doing things that she normally wouldn't do. Both a gift and a curse, to be an above average young woman. It got her into loads of trouble, but also, aided in keeping her beneath the radar. To put it bluntly, it wouldn't matter what Scott thought of her. She was as insignificant in his eyes as a piece of lint was. Fingertips quickly turned on the radio a moment later, taking advantage of him pulling away. Music, though audible, wasn't too loud or obnoxious. She secretly enjoyed the sound of the rain pattering against the car, as they began to head towards the metropolis of the inner city. I'm sure the rain won't last too long...by tomorrow, it should go away at the latest. Anyways, I have to admit, using the telescope is a bit fun... It reminded her fondly of her childhood, when she would stargaze with her father into the wee hours of the night. Moments like those, were few and far between. For these next couple of days, though, she wouldn't be mapping out the solar system. Rather, she'd be watching a perverted gangster live day by day in his expensive loft. It would either serve for some impressive entertainment, or, it would have her bored to near death.
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Whatever thoughts Sasha was having about her job and the moral aspects of it, Scott did not share. He had always been a single, one purpose sort of fellow, and that one direction had always been how to do his job as best as he could without attracting unwanted attention. Sometimes, with his size and demeanor, it was hard to go by unnoticed. Sasha was better at it than he, yet at the same time, she was definitely more noticeable than Scott could ever hope to be. She had that type of personality that made people attach themselves to her. Scott obviously did not feel attached to her, but he knew her strengths. He did not care if she was comfortable about it or not, as long as he got what he wanted. Besides, whatever emotional feelings he had about doing this line of work had died long ago, with his first target, watching him die in his own pool of blood. Scott had watched his eyes, saw the life vanish from them. It was from that point on Scott realized how fragile life truly was. He wasn't about to let emotions defeat him, so he began to kill them inside of himself, until his body was numb and could feel them no longer. I certainly hope so, he said, looking up at the sky. They were filled with dark and grey clouds that seemed as if they had been perpetually planted there, and showed no sign of leaving. He shook his head at the mention of 'fun'. He could never understand her. Yet he wasn't about to scold her for wanting to have fun. If it made her enjoy it more, then fine. As long as it made her do her task properly and efficiently. She seemed to do better when she was enjoying herself, after all. I will do most of the watching, he told her. He couldn't imagine her enjoying the task of watching someone for too long. He wasn't going to risk missing even the smallest of details by putting her on watch. There's a jacuzzi in the room I booked. I think, he said. A rare display of kindness from him was like seeing a ray of sunshine peer out of those clouds. Normally he wouldn't have told her such an unimportant detail. He knew she liked such things, yet whenever excitement was shown by her over such a thing, he grew annoyed. For him to tell her beforehand was unusual. Perhaps he was getting used to her finally.
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Even if she had previously deemed the job of watching a man for days to be boring, she couldn't quite help but feel a bit on guard, when Scott claimed he was going to do most of the watching. Immediately, she turned her attention to him, puckered her lips, and stared. Did he not trust her enough to pick up on those small, important details? Or, was he trying to show her some kindness, and leave her to her own devices, before she was needed? Sasha didn't know, but she sure as hell wanted to. Will I be able to join you? Two pairs of eyes, is always better than one, she opted, wanting to at least show him that she was willing to carry some of the workload. It wasn't in his duty to watch the man by himself, and while Sasha knew that Scott would need his breaks, too, she was all well aware of this man pushing himself beyond his own limits. If he had to, he would stay up for days. And, well, she didn't want that. The mentioning of a jacuzzi was a comfort, but naturally, it threw her for a bit of a loop. It was definitely peculiar to have her partner offer her such a luxury, and while it was a good way of getting her out of his hair, he would need her just as much as she needed him. This mission would take teamwork, and watching their target along side Scott, would enable her to become accustomed to the gangster's movements. After all, people showed their true colors, and habits, when they believed no one was watching. Is the jacuzzi a coincidence, or did you go out of your way to get us a room with one, Sasha asked, smiling. He did have his moments, ones that she could barely withstand. But, they were worth trudging through. She could trust no one like she could trust Scott. There was an air about him that comforted her, despite the obvious wedge put in between them. They worked well together, and really, that's all they needed.
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It was odd for her to be concerned with the mission at the mention of a jacuzzi. He was sure such a thing would captivate what little brains she had in that pretty head of hers. Surely she trusted him enough to watch over the man. Maybe she thought he would try to find the money himself and take it, then jet off? Killing the actual man wasn't as important as the money itself, as the bounty for the man wasn't nearly as high as the money he possessed. You can join me, he said simply. He will not be that difficult to watch. We just need to be on our toes if he leaves the room and one of us will track him while the other stays in the room as a base of operations. Her voice held concern, a genuine concern. Perhaps she truly wanted to help him for their mutual benefit. It was a coincidence, he said immediately. The floor I picked has the perfect angle to peer down into his room. Just so happens that all of them have jacuzzis, his voice became more shrill in annoyance. He wasn't going to go out of his way to pick a room so they could be entertained in the down time. After all, it had cost him a pretty penny, and the one thing that Scott seemed to revolve around was money. He didn't do this for fun, after all. It was all for the money. The driving went smoothly now they were on the freeway. Scott drove well, using his hand on the stick shift to change gears easily. He began to speed up, at a high speed, far beyond what was considered legal. It was one of the few risks he took, and often, but he appeared to be in a rush. He slowed down as they neared the designated exit. It was just an hour before rush hour, the most likely reason for his reason to get there quickly. I hate this place, he grumbled as he began to navigate his car through the dense city streets.
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Amused, Sasha simply watched the one driving, finding his overall attitude to be somewhat...attractive. He was such an asshole, and while she wasn't about to slip out of her jumper for that simple reason, she had to admit, Scott wore that asshole, nonexistent charm, quite fucking well. Well, aren't you quick to defend yourself, she mused, trailing a single fingertip across the top of her bare thigh. He was such a grump, and it was becoming far more of a hassle. Sasha knew very well, what he thought of her. She was a pretty little girl, a ditz, with nothing to show for talent but an impressive collection of clothes. Intelligence? She probably didn't even know how to properly spell such a term, let alone obtain it. Never before, had she cared what others thought of her, and she wasn't about to start caring. However, it certainly put her on a different platform, when having to deal with him. You hate everything, she quickly retorted, laughing to herself. The sound was joyous, light and genuine. It was true, nonetheless, and they both very well knew it. The only thing he didn't hate, was cash. Which, was the only reason why they were even in this car right now together. Y'know, I'm a bit worried about you, Scott. You're so jaded towards everything...I'm beginning to think you need to get laid. Is that your problem? You need to find yourself a loving lady, to get some of that stress and douchebaggery out of your system, Sasha proclaimed, knowing very well, she was about to push more than one of his buttons. She always did, and she enjoyed doing it, too. Watching his anger flare up was entertaining, given, that he usually didn't show any emotion at all. It allowed her to become aware of the fact that he was still human, and capable of feeling things. Along with the fact that she was impressed with him being able to get so flustered because of her. On the outside, she was smiling, near innocent, but that devilish twinkle in her eyes quickly gave her away. She was going to make this car ride into the dense, dank city a little more bustling.
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You know very well I wouldn't buy a room with such a thing unless if I needed it. I don't. He watched her finger run along her thigh to amuse herself. The car was silent, except for the music, the sound of the rain, and the engine. On second thought, he said, breaking the silence, I did get a room with a jacuzzi. It was a lie, of course. I figured it help you stay away from me. It was rare for him to say something to try to spite her, normally he just took what she had to say, and threw it one of his grunts to show he wasn't amused. My sexual life is not a concern of yours, he shot back. Saying he was jaded was putting it lightly. He seemed to be cynical, bitter towards things that had done him no harm. Inwardly he told himself he would get laid as soon as this was all over. The man had the sexual appetite of a young man who had just discovered sex, something she would have never guessed. Thankfully the car ride did not last very long. He pulled up to the honey moon suite, on a small road that pulled off from the main city street, and into an under covered area where they could see valets waiting. He put the car in park, and got out. One of the valets was already opening the trunk, pulling out Sasha's bags. The last valet, was having difficulty pulling out the suit case. Scott went near the back, and took out the suitcase himself. Just carry her bags, he instructed the valets.
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Well, then. The mood for this little trip was definitely already set in stone. He seemed a bit more soured towards her than usual, and Sasha was concerned over this. Maybe he had finally met his breaking point, and simply wanted to get this job over and done with, so he could detach himself from this place finally. She couldn't blame him, but then again, he didn't have to take it all out on her. Strong enough to bite the bullet, she merely turned her attention elsewhere, out the window. Did he really want for her to stay away from him? Sasha couldn't quite understand why that bothered her so much. Maybe it was because his usual retort was that signature grunt of his, not a full blown insult. Either way, she couldn't afford to think about it too much. After all, if she grew to be annoyed and out of place, their front as a happily, newly wedded couple was out the door. They needed to be nice to each other, at least, when in the public eye. Which was safe to say wouldn't be happening much. As soon as they were tucked away into their suite, the outside world would be nothing but a blur. It was simply them, and their target. A sigh, and she brushed back her long hair from her shoulder, when getting to her feet. The air was chilly, and it nipped at her exposed flesh, forcing a wave of goosebumps to assault her. The usual glances she received from any nearby men went unnoticed, as she closed the door and made her way to the front door, which was opened for her. The place was lovely, and gave off the impression that any rooming couple would be in utter heaven. Suppressing herself from rolling her eyes, considering her own situation, she waited for her partner, arms crossed over her chest and heeled foot tapping a bit impatiently. His sexual life was of no concern to her...well, that was somewhat true. When it inflicted upon her, Scott's wrath, then it actually did concern her. He needed to find someone who could tame that beast, and get him to mellow out. Otherwise, she was certain he would live life a lonely, grumpy man. Then again, what did it matter, after these few days, they would never see, nor hear from each other again.
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Scott, Sasha and their entourage of valets entered the the honey moon suite. It was a nice place, certainly. Scott would have liked to be somewhere else, but it was the only building across the street that had a good vantage point at which to observe their target. The valets stayed off to the side, awaiting for confirmation to which room to bring the luggage. Scott, slipped the suit case from one hand to the other, to let his hand free itself, upon which he casually took Sasha around the waist, forcing her to stay near him as they approached the receptionist. Mr. and Mrs. Mason, he announced himself to the receptionist, who seemed possibly more bubbly than Sasha, in which she probably was. She was more homely looking, and rounder. We've been waiting for you, Mr. and Mrs. Mason, she said with a bright smile as she began to search through her computer. It took her a moment to gather a keycard and give it them. Your room is on the thirteenth floor. 1305. The valets off to the side followed Scott, who still held Sasha, as they went to the nearest elevator. Enjoy your stay, and don't have too much fun! The receptionist called out with an infectious giggle that made Scott's hand tighten on Sasha's slender waist. Scott never killed anyone he didn't have a reason to kill, but it could safely be assumed he would have killed the receptionist in that moment had there been no consequences. It didn't take long for the elevator to open, and all of them stepped inside. Scott let go of Sasha then, as they were in the far back of the elevator, and the valets were in front of them.