Spies, Assassins and Traitors...

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You can be creative with your character sheet, whether its what nation you are from, who you work for etc etc. Spies, Assassin and Traitors...dangerous has never been so sexy

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Moscow 9:27pm

“Shoot that dog!” the leader ordered in his native tongue of Russian, his fire-team taking cover behind the concrete pillars of the underground parking lot and wasting no time as they fired their submachine guns. Fully automatic fire sprayed across the dull-lit enclosure, bullets hitting cars and pillars alike. Agent Hyde had spun into cover behind one of the pillars just in time, seeking refuge as chunks of concrete were ripped away to reveal the rebar beneath. Pinned down, Hyde couldn’t help but think of how events had lead to the situation. He had laid on the building roof for hours, gritting his teeth against the cold and snow that covered him, awaiting his target to reveal itself in the meeting room window across from his location. But before he could take the shot, the rooftop fire-escape doors had been kicked in by the unknown opposing force, giving him no choice but to abandoned his sniper-rifle, position, and the mission itself. They had pursued him from the rooftop to the car park basement, chasing him down several flights of stairs in an exhausting chase.

Breathing hard, his chest panting, Hyde heard the gunfire cease as the men began to reload their weapons. Not one for wasting an opportunity, he reached inside his coat pocket, cross-drawing his 9mm handgun from his underarm holster and blind firing around the pillar. The echo of the gunshots were deafening in such a place, the men instantly taking cover as one of the shots managed to find its target, hitting one of the attackers in the leg. Hearing the yelp of pain, Hyde started running again, sliding across the hood of a parked car and zig-zagging around as much cover as possible before the men could successfully reload and continue firing.

His chest straining from the running, he took sharp inhalations and panted, holding his weapon tight as he followed the signs for an emergency exit. “Come on, you can make it…” He muttered to himself, his voice sounding like gravel as he the pursuers behind him eventually found their resolve, the leader ordering them to follow, unconcerned about the wounded man that they left behind. Seeing that his exit was just ahead of him, Hyde tucked his arm up into the long sleeve of his leather trench coat along with his pistol, concealing it as he booted the fire escape open. Cold air and snow greeted him as he stepped out into an alleyway. Turning around, he saw his attackers about fifty meters away, running towards him as he slammed the fire exit shut before picking up a nearby discarded pipe that had fallen from the above apartment. He barred the door with it, and not long after he could hear the men on the other side, shouting and blaming each other for letting their target escape. Breathing a sigh of relief, Agent Hyde exited the alleyway, and onto the busy streets of Moscow.

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Moscow 10:11pm

Standing on small bridge above a small ice-over canal, Agent Hyde held the cell phone to his ear as he waited to be put through to his Russian Agency contact. Aside from a couple of passer-by’s and young lovers, the place was pretty derelict. After what seemed like a long time of listening to the dialling tone, the phone picked up. There was nothing but silence on the other end.

“The shit hit the fan.” Hyde said after a short pause. There was a small moment of silence before the Russian accented female replied.

“We have been compromised. Get rid of the phone, We will contact you. Trust no one.”

And after that short reply, the phone hung up. Sighing to himself, Hyde looked around at his surroundings, knowing that anyone could be watching him. He patted his coat, feeling the reassuring shape of his gun close to him, before throwing his cell phone over the bridge, cracking through the thin sheet of ice and sinking to the bottom of the canal. Things had become a lot more complicated.

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Name - Frank Hyde

Age - 29

Nationality - British (English)

Occupation - Operative for the “Agency”

Appearance - Physically, Hyde stands at 6.2ft, and is broad built with a tan that shows he has travelled to many places. He has pale blue eyes, with dark black unkempt hair and light stubble. A notable feature is a small scar on his chin. Although he dresses to whatever is most comfortable in the appropriate climate, he is at the moment favouring a black turtle neck jumper and matching trench coat, with casual navy blue jeans and boots. One thing he does always keep with him, is his underarm pistol holster.

Biography - Frank Hyde was born in United Kingdom (London) and is a former member of the British Army. He also served in the British Intelligence, and was a for a while a mercenary before behind hired by “The Agency”, a multi-national company that does the darker side of the United Nations bidding. It is in this company, that Hyde specialises in spy-jobs, assassinations and other various wet work. Recently, he has been assigned to Russia, intending to assassinate firearm launderers posing as legitimate loan companies.

Moscow 7:00 pm

Amora stood within the shadows of the building. Her Jade gaze was cast at a roof top just a block down. With the help of night goggles, she watched as he slithered onto the roof. “Good evening agent Hyde.” Her voice was but a whisper upon the night air. For a moment she let her sight wander over him. He was a handsome man, eye candy, but so not her type. After all he was the one taking some of her best offers. Damn the Agency. She always felt they’d gotten too big for their britches, as her father would say.

It had been a stroke of luck running across the informant a few days back. For once she would have the upper hand on Agent Hyde and tonight she would take great pleasure in watching him dance. Of course he had no way of knowing that the men she hired would kill him, just scare him a little. Maybe it would be enough to get him out of this line of work, though she doubted it.

Now it was just a waiting game, let him sweat or was that freeze? She giggled softly, pulling her coat tighter about her frame. She’d had to have a lining of fur put into her trench before she hit the ground in Moscow. It was no wonder that most of the people there drank vodka, most likely to keep warm. It was damn cold. In fact she thought she could cut glass with her nipples. Silly thoughts kept her sane as she waited with him. From time to time she would slip the goggles back on, watching him, “Nice ass too.” If her mother heard her she would slap her and say, “Ladies don’t talk like that”. True, but then there was no one around to hear her.

Moscow 9:27pm

Amora raised her camera, making sure his face was dead center. Her men were right on time. The look on his face was priceless. She took a couple of shots and giggled. It was a shame she couldn’t be closer, but watching him scramble was enough. She watched as he left his gear behind and only hoped the men would pick it up. Perhaps she would send it back to him...on his birthday. Or maybe she would keep it for herself, compensation for the lost contract.

Amora listened to her men shouting through the ear bud and smiled. They were putting on one hell of a show and pissed that she’d given the order that the man was not to be killed. Hell, she’d told him that she’d have his balls hanging from her balcony if he so much as put a tiny hole in him. “Besides”, she’d said, “you can think of it as practice. If you can prove your loyalty it could mean a lot more money in the future.” Of course she didn’t tell him that 96% of the time she worked alone.

Carefully she leaned on the balcony railing waiting for that pop and there he was. They’d radioed that they’d lost him, which was okay. Of course he was heading back for the same street. He seemed out of breath, but nothing more. He was good. Good enough that she was going to have to pay for that damn hole she put in her mans leg. “Oh well. Good night Agent Hyde.” With a warm smile she stepped back into the building.


Moscow 10:15pm

Amora had gone back to her hotel room to change. The night was still young and for once she felt like she could eat a horse. Carefully she went through the few cloths she brought with her and decided on a little black number. Carefully she striped out of her jeans and headed off to the shower. It only took a moment to clean up and dry off. She pulled her hair down and brushed it out until is shimmered. Her body was scent with the only perfume she wore “Ange Ou Demon by Givenchy”. It had notes of amber, cedar and sandal as well as Vanilla. She didn’t really care though. It made her feel sensual and beautiful. Now if she could only see that within herself. She slipped into a black dress, with long, open sleeves and open back with jewelled silver trim. The skirt lay over the middle of her thighs. She topped it off with 4” heels and her trench coat.
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As she stepped from the hotel the doorman stopped her. “There is a very good place to eat and dance just over that bridge, if that is what the lady wishes.” Of course it was all in Russian, which she spoke enough of to get by. With a nod of thanks Amora headed off down the street, pulling her gloves on and snuggling down into her coat. She didn’t mind the bite in the air as it reminded her that she was alive.

Just as she got to the bridge she noticed him. He didn’t look happy at all. In fact he looked a bit put out. Aw the poor thing. She lengthened her stride, gliding over the stone with grace. When she passed him her smile warmed, but she didn’t even pause to give him a second look.


Name – Amora Winters
Age – 32
Nationality – USA
Occupation – Freelance Operative

Appearance – Amora stands 5.8 ft barefoot, she has the build of a dancer, but beneath the fragile frame there is well toned muscles. She has Jade green eyes and raven hair that is full and hangs down to the middle of her back. Most times it holds a soft wavy curl. Her frame curves in a delicate hour glass shape with a full bust. She dresses to please herself, but when out on an op she sticks to her favorite floor length black leather trench coat, snug black jeans, sapphire button up blouse and black boots with 3” heels. If she does have her shoulder holster, do to clothing, then you can be sure she has her knives stashed some place about her frame.
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Bio – She was born in a small town in Texas to parents that always seemed to busy for her. Even at a young age she found the more she knew the more she wanted to know. It mattered little just how she came by the information, though she was never cruel about obtaining it. She did most of her training on her own. When she was 22 she ran into an op that had her up against a Cold War spy. Everything went to hell that night, but the old man took an interest in her and saved her life. His name was Samuel Jackson, of course not his real name, but it was the one he always told her. He trained her until the day he died in a nasty bit of business. Now Amora was working as a freelancer for the highest bidder, but she only took the jobs that pleased her...and were for the greater good. It left her time to try and find the bastard that killed her mentor and friend...and personal business.

Hands tucked into his coat pockets, Hyde stared into the canal, watching the hole his cell phone had made start to freeze over. With the cold merciless sharp oxygen in his lungs, he breathed steam into the air as he tried to go over past events in detail. He tried to remember everything he could including the little things, such as the uniforms of his attackers, and the weapons they used, anything that could give him a clue as to who had compromised his assignment. Nothing sprang to mind, and he couldn’t help but feel nervous and out of his depth at being unable to come up with leads. One thing was certain though, and that was the fact that he couldn’t go back to his hotel, which meant he had to live off the few supplies he had on his person.

Footsteps caught his attention, taking him out of his thoughts as he reached his hand slowly towards the inside of his coat. Realising it was a woman, he stopped, his hand going back to his pocket. He returned the smile that she gave him, his head turning to study her as she walked past him. Agent Hyde eyed her figure, appreciating her form and luscious features for he was only human. Putting his attention back to the canal, he stared at the canal a little longer until his smile faded and his glance shot back to the form of the woman, who was disappearing in the Moscow gloom as she walked on.

Was he just being paranoid? He wondered, instinct taking over him as he continued to watch. Hyde didn’t know many of the local women who travelled without fur mink in their coats, or travelled in the snow with heels on for that matter. His reasons at first sounded ridiculous to him, but then he realised his instinct had never let him down before, and it was what usually kept him alive. Licking away the frost that formed on his lips, he began to tail the mysterious woman.

Amora could feel his eyes watching her, following her every movement. Her lips curled in a mischievous grin as her hips swayed just a bit more. It wasn’t much, but she’d heard once that a woman that could move her hips just so was more seductive then a snake charmer playing for his snake. The thought nearly made her laugh and that wasn’t something she needed him to hear. For a moment she thought about looking over her shoulder to see if he followed, but somehow, perhaps instinct, told her he was. Amora was confident that he didn’t have a clue as to who she was. He might have an itch about her, but he’d never have enough to figure out the little puzzle she’d set up for him.

She spotted the restaurant half a block away and slowed her steps for him, making her body sway in a seductive dance. The little hairs on the back of her neck tingled, telling her he still watched. When she entered the candle lit space she turned slightly so as to be able to catch the sight of him from her peripheral vision. The host took her coat, folding the outsides together, revealing the fur lining. His smile was grand and more than once he let his eyes wander her frame, thinking she didn’t notice.

Amora waited until she’d been seated before whispering, “Please...if that gentleman in the leather coat comes in...sit him near and bring his bill to me.” He nodded and left, looking out the door and up the street a bit. There was a man, though he wasn’t sure about the coat he would do as he was asked. The lady looked as if she had money.

She sat back, ordering a bottle of the houses best white wine. As her waitress wandered off to do her bidding Amora let her mind wander back to the beginning of her evening. It was his face that seemed to dance in her memory as well as his body. He was handsome, very handsome. She was sure Agent Hyde had a lady in every city and perhaps two. It made no difference to her. He’d not be putting another notch on his belt bedding her. Hell, he’d be lucky to get close enough for a kiss. The thought made her laugh, soft and musical in tone.

Agent Hyde stopped as the woman entered the restaurant, and not long after the head of a staff member popped out to look at him before withdrawing back into the building. Contemplating about his next actions, he decided to take his coat off along with his holster and weapon, tucking it inside his rolled up jacket as he strolled towards the restaurant and into the doorway where he was instantly greeted by warmth, and the host. The man greeted him in Russian, welcoming him to the restaurant whilst Hyde took the opportunity to scan his surroundings in the candle lit establishment.

“Sir, may I take your jacket before you are seated?” The host asked, his hands already reaching for the leather coat. “I would rather you didn’t.” Hyde replied in bad Russian, with an accent that didn’t fit. Taking one look at Hyde’s stern features, the waiter nodded and backed his hands away, before leading him further into the restaurant. As he was lead on, he took more time to study his surroundings, such as the patrons and the entrance and exits…so far everything seemed quite safe.

As he was lead closer, he finally spotted the woman who had lured him into this place as he was lead close to her table. He knew it was possibly a trap, but what else was he going to do? Hyde had no where to go, and this was perhaps his only lead at finding out what was happening. With his face unreadable, he took a cheeky moment to study the woman up close before seating himself at the table across from her, placing his jacket on his lap as he briefly made eye contact with the possibly dangerous jade-eyed seductress. When the host asked for his order, he simply asked the man to surprise him. “Yes sir, I shall bring you a sample of Russia’s finest. The lady has requested me to pay your bill.” the host said, leaning in to whisper the last part, before grinning like an idiot and walking away.

After being left by himself, Hyde broke his gaze away from the mysterious woman, pretending to read a Wine menu on his table whilst he slipped his arm into his jacket, feeling the reassuring grip of his handgun.

Amora watched from her table, a soft smile playing over her lips as she watched Agent Hyde enter. The weather must have changed, that or he was hiding his piece within his coat. She could tell he wore a shoulder holster by the faint wrinkles on his shirt. He must not have many women in his life or any that actually pay attention to him. For a moment she wondered what it would be like. But it was foolishness and she knew it. If she didn’t stop she’d end up in a daydream. Her mother always claimed she could tell because her eyes shimmered. She was single for a reason and the reason to the dismay of her parents.

She sighed softly, crossing her legs causing them to curve towards the isle, ankles resting against one another. Amora picked up her menu, trying to take her mind off Agent Hyde. He was becoming dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with her line of work. Tonight’s op should have not been her main attraction, but she had a hard time allowing others to take care of her needs, and Agent Hyde needed to step off her coat tails. She didn’t hear the waiter as he bent closer to the gentleman, but she noticed that Hyde now had his hand in his coat.

Why did men have to be so silly? Hell she had a few knives hidden about her slender form, but she’d have to be a mad woman to attack him there. She decided to ignore him. A good deed had been done. It was time to go home, quickly. When the waiter came back she gave him her order in Russian, broken, but pronounced properly. He took the menu and bowed, quickly moving off to see to her needs. Well, now what, she thought. Carefully she lifted her glass of wine and began to study a piece of art on the far wall.

When one of the waiters brought over a small glass full to the brim with vodka, Hyde shot back the drink with one gulp. The alcohol was incredibly strong, and he inhaled sharply as the sensation felt like liquid fire in his throat as the taste remained on the tip of his tongue. Placing the glass back down on the table, his other hand was still inside his coat as he fumbled to switch the safety catch off the handgun. Casually, he turned his head to see that the other customers were busy talking to those they were dining room, and that the staff were going about their usual work. He knew that there wasn’t going to be a more suitable moment to confront the stranger, whether it lead to a deal, surrender, or bloodshed.

Hyde looked at the woman when her menu went up, and that was the only chance he needed. He stood up casually, the jacket still in his arms as he gently pushed his chair back under the table as if to leave. Positioning himself near her table, he made it look as if he was about to head for the door. He took a step forward, followed by another, and then swiftly but quietly sat down in the chair opposite her. At the same time, he levelled his pistol out of the folded jacket and held it under the table, pulling the hammer back on the gun that made an audible click to emphasise his presence.

He couldn’t help but grin to himself as he used his free hand to reach forward and gently pull down her menu to make eye contact. Agent Hydes piercing glare met her green eyes, and the defiance and confidence that showed in them surprised him.

“Thanks for paying the bill. Are you going to pay for the thousands of cash worth of equipment I left on the roof too?” he asked in his English accent, no longer wanting to play games.

Amora felt him move, watched as he did from the corner of her jade gaze. She wasn’t worried. Her instinct wasn’t screaming at her and the little butterflies that seemed to dance when there was true danger, were still. Her mind tried to drift again, enjoying the way his muscles rippled, but she quickly vanquished the daydream before it could even start. Yes, she knew it had been a mistake to watch the op go done. Too late now.

The sound of him pulling the hammer tickled her ear and ran a shiver over her spin. There was no reason for her to find that sound attractive, but Amora did. Her mother always said she was a strange one. As he pulled her menu down she met his gaze, smiling softly. She no longer bothered with a shy smile as she had when passing him on the bridge, though she had no clue that her gaze was so open to him. No one had ever been able to read her before so she’d not worried about making sure it was.

“Well, I understand the first part, but I’ve not a clue what you are talking about? I am sorry that you seemed to have lost a lot this night. But I don’t see how you equate me buying you a drink to me causing you to lose something of such value. ” Her brow rose a second and then fell. Her visage gave nothing away to the lie. Then again she’d always been very good at believing what she wanted and in truth she hadn’t made him lose anything. He was the one that scrambled away without his weapon. Carefully she folded her delicate hands on the table. Her gaze slowly began to move over him, drinking in the sight of him, each curve, each angle of his handsome face, and was that an English accent? Something in the tone made her want to purr, but the longer she looked to him the more she knew it was time to go. Her back straightened as she recrossed her legs, feeling a foot brush lightly over his leg as she did. With shoulders squared and confident she met his gaze once more.

What a bitch… he thought himself, gritting his teeth at her reply. If the truth was to be told, he expected her to fold like a blanket, collapse like a house of cards when he had aimed his weapon at her but instead she had faced up to him. Her confidence had thrown him off guard and he didn’t know how to reply to her, neither could he think of anything witty. Instead, he found his finger caressing the finger guard of his gun, almost wanting to shoot her there and then just out of annoyance. The thought soon disappeared when her foot brushed over him.

His body froze, and from the way his eyes widened at the physical contact, he may as well have been bloody shot from the way he reacted. Men usually cowered, or atleast began to sweat during such personal confrontations, but the mysterious woman had displayed a backbone which made the situation completely foreign to him. In fact, with the way she had just brushed him, it was almost as if she was playing with him. Hyde swallowed hard, trying to remember that he was the one with a weapon, and he was in control. At least he had gained knowledge of the woman’s nationality, a little surprised to find she was American.

“You must be pretty sure of your abilities to be getting smart with me Miss.” He said, taking the chance to lean in close against the table and getting a hint of her perfume as he did so. Hyde also took the chance to point his gun further under the table, reaching far so that the top of the gun barrel slid underneath her crossed legs and lightly touched the inside of her thigh. “Trust me, I can play rough.” He said, finding his confidence again as he stared back at her with a grin.

It pleased her to feel him tense at her touch. It hadn’t even been something she planned, but it defiantly gave her a bit of insight to the man in front of her. He was use to having his own way, but he’d just met his match. Amora was stubborn and very use to having her own way.

When he leaned forward so did she, brushing the back of her fingers over his hand with a feathered touch. Her eyes never wandered from his, but met them boldly. “Miss Amora...if you please.” She felt the cold steal rest between her thighs and shivered. How could something so menacing feel so....seductive, she puzzled. Amora didn’t bother moving the gun or her legs to remove it.

“Tell me sir...do you always flirt with women in such a...hostile way? Or am I special?” Her soft Southern accent seemed to flow in a musical tone as she let her fingers play over his hand. “Darlin...I’m sure you can play very rough, but there are bigger studs on my ranch than you.” Of course she was referring to her nice little cover. All records showed she was a ranch owner, breeding and training horses for a living. Amora had been taught to live the lie of a cover. So she really did own a ranch. It helped with her cover and allowed her to travel the world without raising any questions.

With a grin still plastered across his face, he let her fingers wander over his hand, and in return he pushed the barrel of the gun a little harder into the soft flesh of her thigh, the cold metal sliding dangerously close towards her crotch. “Well if one of those studs was the one I put the bullet in and crippled in the garage, then you might want to re-think your type, my darling cowgirl.” he said, imitating her accent on the last words that made him sound comical. Hyde didn’t bother telling her his name, because she had obviously done her homework on him, therefore already knew everything she needed to know about him.

A glance over her shoulder and towards the restaurant window showed him just how dark and devoid of people it was outside, and he also noticed how the place was emptying of customers as the time went by and they seeked to go home. Licking his lips and bringing his eyes back to hers, he decided to reply to her other question. “And yeah, this is how I romance my women, and I believe our first date is over and I’m skipping straight to as you Americans call it, third base. Me and you need to have a talk, somewhere else…”.

He drew back his gun away from her, sliding it once again into his rolled up coat but still keeping it pointing at her. “Take me somewhere safe and don’t think about leading me into a trap, because I’ll know. So lets get out of here, ladies first…” He said, as he slid back on his chair and stood up, motioning towards the door.

Her legs softly parted in an almost inviting way at the feel of the pressure. He really thought he had her didn’t he. It was almost enough to make her laugh, but instead she merely bit her bottom lip to keep it in. His words though were her undoing. He tried to imitate her natural accent and ended up sounding like a sideshow comic. Her head tilted back as she softly laughed. “Really...I think you should keep your day job, though you might think about finding work as a stand up comic. You could make a lot of money trying to sound like a country Boy. If this whole thing wasn’t so...bizarre I think I might be a bit shocked that you’ve just confessed to shooting a man tonight...and my studs stand 10 hand spans tall. ”

She watched as his attention was pulled away from them and wondered if he knew just how telling it was. It mattered little though. If she’d wanted to disarm him she could have already done so and was sure that confidence shimmering in her jade gaze.

When he looked back to her she felt a shock of desire race through her, but she quickly began to think about all the things she had to do when she got back home. It always helped cool her blood to think of the ordinary things in her life. “You are sadly lacking in the romance department...and if you think you can get to third base with me...you are very sadly mistaken. It takes a hell of a man just to get a kiss from me...and so far...nothing you’ve said or done warrants a kiss.” Of course she ignored the part about them needing to talk. He was just being paranoid and had no proof she was behind anything. Teach her to smile at strange men.

Amora watched him stand, knowing full well he held the gun inside his coat at her. Hell if it was her time it was her time, but she’d be damned if she lead him back to her place like a good little puppy. “I’m sorry. You’re just not my type sir. As lovely as you are to look at, I’m afraid I will have to decline the offer as my dinner should be here in a second.” She leaned back in her chair, draping her right hand over the wrist of her left, and gave him a soft, sensual smile.

Once again, the woman struck a nerve with him, and he was beginning to lose patience, as well as running out of ideas. He knew he could just leave, and take his chances in trying to leave the country, but he had no idea of who was against him and how he would fare even stepping out of the restaurant door without a bargaining chip. For all he knew, she could have had a gunman outside waiting to take his head off as soon as he stepped out. Besides that, there was also the fact that Amora was obviously an important figure of the opposition against him. He stepped away from his chair, making sure that it scraped along the floor noisily to get a little attention as he moved behind her.

Pressing the jacket and gun roughly against her bare skin through the opening in her dress, he placed is over hand under her arm as if to help her up. “Come on dear, let us be on our way. Lets get your coat.” He said in his bastardised Russian accent, hoping that the amount of attention he was drawing would perhaps force her to comply with him and not make a scene. It was just as dangerous for her to be attracting attention as it was him. He leaned his head in close to her as he bent down, blowing away a strand of her hair as he whispered into her ear. “To your hotel if you please, Amora."

Amora watched as anger flickered in his eyes. Yep, he was spoiled and thought it should all go his way. Awww, poor little Agent Hyde, she thought. But her thoughts changed when she felt the gun against her back. Now he was taking this all too personally. When his hand moved to help her stand she didn’t resist, there were already too many people watching them.

Carefully she turned, smiling warmly at him as she spoke. “I’ll agree if you stop the silly accent.” Her eyes moved over his face a moment and before she realized what she was going to do Amora shifted her weight and rose. Her lips brushed once over his lips before capturing them. At first it was soft, but quickly she deepened it, her tongue flicking over his lips, taunting him to part them. Her body shivered at the spark that the taste of him held.

It took a moment for her to catch her break once the kiss was broken and it would take a hell of a lot more for her to forget it. He whispered into her ear and she felt the goose bumps rise. Damn he needed to go away. “Since you asked so sweetly...” She turned and led him towards the front. The host spotting them quickly grabbed her coat, smiling. He’d never put in her food order believing that the gentleman wouldn’t want to stick around that long. She was after all an exotic beauty.

As soon as they stepped outside, Hyde bristled as the cold air hit him. Putting his coat back on to shield himself from the harsh weather, he kept his gun tucked into his sleeve and wrapped stepped in close with Amora, wrapping his arm around her waist almost as if they was lovers out for a stroll. He actually had the barrel of the firearm pressing lightly into her side, making sure she wouldn’t run or even try to defend herself.

“Take me to your hotel, and we will talk there. The outcome for you depends how nicely you are willing to play with me.” He said to her, his cheeks blushing not just from the cold, but the realisation of how his words may have sounded. Hyde already felt awkward after the kiss, which he admitted wasn’t exactly unpleasant. He could still taste her on the tip of his tongue, and the honest truth was he didn’t mind it staying there for a little while longer. But of course, he did have to remind himself that this wasn’t a game, and the woman was possibly very dangerous...

Amora slipped into her coat and made sure it was fastened fully before stepping out into the cold. She knew the freeze would slap at Hyde, but he didn’t deserve less. She could taste him on her lips and she had to fight to keep from drawing the tip of her tongue over them. She looked out into the night and smiled to hide the fact that she was going everything that was in her room. But there was nothing there for him to find. It had all been stored away upon her return from viewing the op.

With his arm about her waist she leaned into a bit, letting the bite of his gun keep her focused. “You know...I would have never figured you for a guy that raped women. I mean you are handsome enough to get your fair share.” Her tone was soft, yet casual, as if she spoke about the weather. “Maybe you just don’t have any skills....or a small....member.” Her eyes cast down at the junction of his legs and giggled.

Amora didn’t try and lead him astray. Instead she took him straight back to her hotel and up to her room. The room was more than just a single space. When entering the room there was a lounge area with a TV, sofa and a couple of chairs as well as a table to eat at. There were two doors. The one to the left led to a bathroom and the one to the right was the bedroom. Each room was first rate, including a jet tub and king size bed.

Slipping out of her coat Amora tossed it over the back of a chair and waited to see just what would happen next. She was growing quite bored. It would seem that Agent Hyde was all business and no fun. Hell he hadn’t even responded when she kissed him and it was at least the one thing, besides being a spy, which she was very good at.

Agent Hyde hadn’t exactly enjoyed the walk in the cold streets of Moscow, especially with Amora’s jibes. He hadn’t given her the reaction she was expecting, but then again his mind was full of answered questions and his thoughts couldn’t help but keep going back to that kiss. In fact, since she had done it, he couldn’t help but realise that throughout their journey back to her hotel, he had been eyeing her up from the corner of his eye, and it had nothing to do with checking her body language for threats.

When they finally arrived, he couldn’t help but feel relieved when he felt the warmth of the hotel as Amora lead him onwards, the gun still pressed into her. Hyde couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when they got to her hotel room, the amount of luxury surprising him. He himself had previously used only a cheap one room hotel to save on expenses, but he had the feeling that she didn’t exactly have to worry when it came to money. When they were both through the door, Hyde pushed her gently forward into the room as he locked the door behind him. He let his coat drop to the floor, raising his gun in both hands as he circle around the main room, peeking his head through each door to check if it was clear. He couldn’t help but groan quietly to himself when he realised she had a jet tub, wondering just how good it would have felt to slip into it after spending time out in the cold.

Bringing his gun back to aim at Amora, he watched her put her coat down over the chair, before stepping closer towards her. “Freedom of choice. I get to search you for weapons, or you show me yourself what is under that blouse of yours.” he said, his eyes for once not glaring into hers, but instead wandering over her frame.

Amora watch as Agent Hyde checked each room. She’d even caught the soft groan when he looked into the bathroom. She figured he was either groaning at the luxury that she enjoyed or because he wanted it for himself. Maybe she would test the idea in a bit. It would be better though if he just went away. He was more dangerous than the gun he held and thankfully he didn’t seem to know it. Her gaze darted from him to the coat on the floor and back. She had a thing for neatness that he didn’t seem to share. Perhaps that was why it was so easy to found him this time.

Freedom of choice, was he serious? She knew the moment he put his hands on her she would be in trouble and not just because her dress held a few knives. She rolled her eyes at him as if tired of the whole game, pushing away from the chair. Slowly her hands slid down her side, fingers gripping the edge of the skirt, and slowly began to pull the dress up. Amora was mindful of the knives and because of them she made sure her body swayed in a seductive motion as the dress cleared her belly. Beneath she wore a black lace thong, matching garter belt and black silk stockings. The dress was carefully pulled further and then over her head only to be set carefully on the chair behind her. Now she stood before him bare from the waist up and black lace below.

Her jade gaze moved to his face wanting to see his reaction. “Now, are you satisfied sir? Or do you think it’s possible for me to hide something within the lace?” She sifted her weight to her left him, softly folding her arms over her stomach in a lazy manor. “Really, if you wanted to look at someone nude I would have bought you a magazine.”

Agent Hyde could feel the weight of the gun slipping in his hand as his palms sweated, lowing the barrel without realising. Appreciating her form as she moved her body seductively, his eyes watched eagerly as she raised her blouse, the anticipation making his heart beat as if he were in combat as the clothing was pulled above her thong. He licked his top lick with his tongue as her breasts were exposed, and couldn’t help but take a glimpse before bringing back eye contact. In his mind he was kicking himself, wondering if he really was concerned about any concealed weapons or if he was simply giving in to inner lust. There was no point in denying that he was probably taking advantage of the situation.

“I’m satisfied, for now.” he replied, manoeuvring around her as he tugged at the collar of his turtle neck, wondering if it was the temperature of the room or the situation he was in that was making him hot. With the gun slick in his hand and lowed at the plush floor, he positioned himself a little closer to her, just a couple of feet away. “You can at least be thankful that you’re out of the cold, otherwise you would be having other problems to add to your current one.” He smirked, glancing once again at her breasts.

Amora smiled softly. Oh he was having a hard time now. Perhaps it would teach him to learn his limits. She stood there; open to his gaze for only a moment long after he spoke. Something in his eyes, or hell, she admitted, or just the nearness caused her nipples to harden and tingle with a delicious ache. Carefully she slipped passed him, letting her arm brush against his, and went to the edge of the bed, staying within his line of sight. Her fingers dragged over the crimson silk of a robe that had been laid out on the edge. “Yes, I’m sure your right. But then if I was out in the cold you might have a bit more trouble yourself.” No woman stood out in the cold when there was a man before her that held body heat for two. “Do you not ever wonder why there are men sitting half naked at games with women all snugly warm next to them?” She giggled softly and slipped into the robe, tied it at her side.

Her voice had taken on a seductive purr; even her strides mimicked that of a cat on the prowl. Carefully she drew her trapped hair forward and then laid it over her shoulder, watching him as if she’d not eaten in days. Her strides carried her over to the far wall where a hidden mini fridge was. “Would you care for a drink?” Her head tilted slightly to the left, spilling her hair back over her shoulder to frame her breast.

Hyde watched as she moved, and couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed when she put her robe on. But then again, even that had its sensual qualities, the crimson silk swaying with her body movements fluidly as he watched on. He watched warily as he saw her open something in the wall, and felt relieved when he realised it was a mini-bar. It would be a waste if he had to put a bullet in such a physically fine lady.

He could help but chuckle under his breath at her offer. “Sure..anything that isn’t poisoned.” Hyde said, sitting down on one of the chairs as he clicked the on the safety switch of his handgun. It was a bold and almost senseless move, but he decided to place the handgun on the table, cross his arms over his lap as he did so. From what he could see, Amora was unarmed and his hands were just beginning to sweat too much. With his hands free, he pinched at his clothing, pulling the turtle neck sweater over his head and placed it on the floor messily beside him, leaving him in his black body shirt, the short sleeves clinging to his muscular arms.

She shook her head and sighed. “Really, why do you insist that I’m some kind of murder? So far I’ve been nothing but nice to you and you’ve been nothing but rude.” She turned, holding a bottle of vodka that had been unopened. Of course the top was metal and her thumb stroking it in a seductive motion. The stroking was for two reasons. One to make sure the bottle hadn’t been tampered with and the other was to tease him. His eyes never seemed to leave her body and already it was starting to feel like a sauna under his gaze.

Closing the door she picked up two glasses and went to his chair, handing him a glass and the bottle. “I’ll let you do the honors since you are so afraid of me.” She giggled softly, and thought, he should be very scared. Without a backwards glace she took the chair next to him. Slowly she crossed her legs, enjoying the feel of the silk parting over her creamy skin. The robe drifted to the side and pooled gently against her thighs. She looked down at her shoes and wondered if his mind had moved from the 3 inch heels and traveled up her body yet. “Why have you kidnapped me? You do realize that my family has no money...I do, but not my family. So there’d be no pay off for you.”

Indeed his focus had been on her stroking the bottle lid, up until she sat down next to him which is when he focused on the bottle itself. It had been unopened, which was at least a good sign. “Yes, you have been nice so far. But then again, I would be too if you was the one that held the weapon.” he said, picking up the bottle and unscrewing it, topping up her glass before his own. “And believe me, this is me playing nice. Besides, I am now unarmed, which should at least prove I am not about to do anything un-rational.” he said, indicating the gun on the table with his glass as he filled his up with the clear spirit. He placed the bottle Vodka on the table, next to his weapon.

“Which means this is your turn to be nice, and come clean with the charades. Just because you don’t fire the weapon doesn’t mean you’re not dangerous. After all, I have killed many a man on the orders of people who have never held a weapon in their life.” He said, taking a sip of the unforgiving drink, the bite of it instantly hitting his tongue. “I have no money either, which means I don’t have a bargaining chip to get out of this country alive. Which means we need to come to some sort of agreement.”

Amora didn’t miss much and seeing as he was starting to relax a bit she decided that a taste wouldn’t hurt that much. Of course she also knew she was fooling herself. Something in the way he moved, the way he he’d press that gun on her thighs told her she’d want more than just a taste of this man. “Darlin it takes more than a gun being pointed at me to Make me do anything. You’d know that if you bothered to get to know me a little.” She held her glass up to him in a salute and then drank the full shot of clear nectar in one lingering swallow. “If this is you playing nice...I’d hate to see you being rude.” She laughed softly. “Hell darlin...you’ve seen far more of me than I have of you and again...unarmed or armed what difference does it make?” Amora knew as long as men had their brains in their pants they were always out matched by a woman that had a bit of skill.

Leaning back in the chair Amora shifted, drawing her heeled foot along her calf as she recrossed her legs. The shifting pulled at the neck line of the robe, shifting it so that a bit of her creamy skin peeked through. “Being nice...I’ve let you see me nearly naked, without question. I’ve let you drag me back here without my dinner...and you say play nice.” Again she laughed. “I haven’t a damn clue what you are talking about sir. Hell I don’t even know your name. As for hiring a hit man...if I was that kind of woman I know a few bastards back home that wouldn’t still be breathing.” Her ever word rang true from her lips, finding there no point in lying. It didn’t mean however that she’d never killed someone before.

Carefully she rested the empty glass on her leg, watching him closely and enjoying the way his shirt seemed to outline every delicious muscle of his chest and arms. “Now... if you’ve gotten yourself in some trouble I might be able to help. I did carter a plane thinking that if I had gotten what I wanted it would be easier on the stud flying back. I’m not sure how, but you could hitch a ride with me.”

Watching her drink back the vodka in one gulp, he felt compelled to do the same. In all honesty, he wasn’t a big drinking, preferring to stay clear headed due to the nature of his job, so he hid back a grimace as he mimicked her action by knocking back his own drink and placing the glass onto the table. Noticing her leg crossing, to reveal her smooth skin, the small possibility that he could actually be mistaken about the woman’s participation in all this entered his mind. “Frank Hyde.” He introduced himself, suddenly wondering why he hadn’t bothered using a fake alias. Hyde knew he was being seduced, and lead on more than anyone with a gun could ever lead him on, yet it was as if he didn’t exactly want it to end.

“Amora, whether your involved in my predicament or not, I’m going to be using you to hitch a ride since I’ve already compromised myself. Or rather, someone has already compromised me.” He said, flicking his eyes down to where she rested the glass on her leg, his eyes wandering down to her heels.