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[And 1]

I watched this mysterious women put away her gun and give a grin that made me curious,she had belived my health inspector excuse which was surprsing as it wasn't the best one I could or have come up with.I watched her move she had a myesterious aura about her the kind of women who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to get it by any means possible.

She moved round the corner and talked to someon very casually as if my being there was no big problem."Yes I would love a tour Ms sorry I never got your name" I smiled softly hoping that Fable behind me had made a run for it or perhaps hidden herself to stay out of trouble.

 

[dukelover12]

"Oh i dont want anyone killed..yet"
except maybe you Thought shade as he spoke to the mysterious Constantine.
" I want to know about Derrick...I know hes dead. But why did you kill him? Why were you poking around? Answering me straight out will make this a lot easier, for both of us" Said Shade smoothly. If he could get answers quickly it would save him a lot of trouble.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine had a hollow deadly chuckle. "Why, are you the asshole that's his boss, the one whe set up the bombings? If so, your on my shit list, and I will find you. Oh he died because he wouldn't give me the right information, and I was pissed when a friend of mine was taken. Good bye." Constatine hung up the phone, threw it out, and went to a back up that he always carried that was even harder to trace.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine had a hollow deadly chuckle. "Why, are you the asshole that's his boss, the one whe set up the bombings? If so, your on my shit list, and I will find you. Oh he died because he wouldn't give me the right information, and I was pissed when a friend of mine was taken. Good bye." Constatine hung up the phone, threw it out, and went to a back up that he always carried that was even harder to trace.

 

[Makisan]

She bit her lip, stuffing his gun in the back of his pants, before slowly stepping back into the darkness and finding an empty crate to hide in. It wasn't the safest place to been in. Wooden crate, easy for a couple bullets to get through. She laid low, listening intently.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Agent Westfall, AKA: Tinkerbell

It was supposed to be smooth, a foolproof cover. So much for thinking. Her cover was simple, reasonable and not unheard of, so who found out? Better yet, who betrayed her? Consultants rarely flew by private jet, hadn't she said so? Granted the man in Russia had the money, she set that up herself....

It was hard to think clearly with the room still spinning. Initially upon waking, she had been hard pressed to not lose the contents of her stomach from the chaotic spinning of the room and the rancid taste in her mouth.

"Alive.. At least for now." She studied bits and pieces, but only glimpses now and then. Someone had drugged her on the plane, so an agency employee was handing over agents, or someone posed as one?

"Very feasible." After all, she'd been posing as one for three years now. A cover for a cover, if she wasn't careful she just might forget who she really was.
Mentally she checked herself, going over every little detail, surprised by the lack of physical pain first and foremost.

Her jacket was gone, as were her shoes and socks. Her weapons were all missing, "As expected." Someone had cut away her bra and removed it, but her black tank top was covering her. Untucked, but her jeans were secure. So they hadn't bothered there, yet. Ear rings removed, she could feel that when she scratched against her shoulder.

Legs bound to a wooden chair, but sturdy as it did not creak whenever she moved or bounced slightly. Hands tied to the arms of same chair, bound with nylon rope and too secure to wiggle out of... She had tried once she learned she was alone.

Empty room, save for a table and her chair. No windows, but the sounds coming from below suggested at least two stories. She was in the upper. One door, solid and sturdy looking. It was chilly as hell, the place was drafty and smelled of mildew. Rotting around her head, desolate and remote from the lack of 'city' sounds.

A lone person patrolled the upstairs, his foot steps could be heard every three minutes and thirty seconds. Passing first one way, and then back the other. Too heavy to be female, definitely a man. He never paused at the door she was behind, but seemed to be 'her guard'.

She had to think, but first she had to get control over the pounding headache and upset stomach. Sitting quietly, she appeared to still be under the influence of the drug to any who might glance in her direction.

She had tried to free her hands, no luck. Had tried to stand and could not. Had hunted wildly for a window as well the first few minutes of being aware she wasn't on that flight anymore. Luckily she was alone when she first woke and first went into a panic.. It had passed, rather quickly. She didn't like being weak, exposed like this. It was too odd, too unpredictable for her. All the training she'd had, prepared her in many ways for many things.. But nothing ever prepared someone for capture.

Everyone, even she, knew that capture meant death.

Those words haunted her and taunted viscously as they echoed in her mind. The minutes seemed to go by so slowly, she could almost hear her instructor's voice chanting the word 'death'. It was a mind game, but they played for keeps.

Some where between collected and chaotic she heard him enter. Forgetting to play 'dead', she had flinched when his case hit the wooden table top. Not that it mattered, they caught her hadn't they? They obviously weren't stupid. Stupid and luck had nothing to do with her profession, not a damned thing.

She lifted her head, her eyes watching him openly. She wouldn't speak to him, but they did make sure to send someone big enough. By the looks of him, he was twice her size in body mass. Her mouth was suddenly dry, her hands fisted and wrapped around the wood arms tight enough to turn pink healthy skin into chalk white.

Her heart hammered wildly, but she didn't give nary a thought or fear away externally. She forced herself to relax, given who had just 'waltzed' into the room, that was a feat not many could have managed when faced with certain death. She wondered briefly if that was his name?

"I know you..." Her eyes studied him, ignoring the hammering heart and cold grip of fear as best she could. She pushed away the butterflies and buzzing in her head, and merely watched him. His movements and most importantly, his face. He had no name, he was supposedly dead... many times over, but apparently they were again misinformed.

A pro at this, torture and killing. A hit man? A loner. Word was he worked for the highest paying person, and some intel said he worked for no one but himself. Not that this information mattered.. at least not right now. What mattered now was, how in god's name was she going to get out of there? Her dad always said, "Where there's a will there's a way." and she had plenty of will.

 

[dukelover12]

Shade cursed under his breath... Now what. he was sure the number wouldnt work again. He tried anyway, but got no answer. Surprise,surprise. He turned disconsolately to the men and sighed. This job was turning out to be harder than he thought. He was so confused. He decided to call his boss. He knew his boss might not want to be bothered but he needed help...

 

[poohlive]

Fernando
Over the Atlantic Ocean​

The phone rang, and someone picked it up. There was a pause before they handed it to someone else. Another pause, as names were being drawn out, voices as well. It took a lot of time before someone made contact with Fernando.

He sat in the plush chair, sipping at champagne as a woman was bent over, on her knees, her head buried in his lap. Her thick red fingernails squeezed and released his thighs. He would moan every time he felt her rake against his skin.

Eventually the phone came to him.

"This had better be important," He heard the problem coming through the phone, shaking his head. It was not important, not important enough to stop what was happening to him right now.

The teenie bopper red heard looked up at him, crystal clear eyes on the phone. He grabbed he hair, shoved her back down on his cock. She was an artist at what she did, and he wasn't going to have her stop now because some low level fuck didn't know how to do his job.

"You don't know where he is, then I suggest you find him," Again he heard the problem. He sighed, what was the point of putting this fuck on the assignment if he didn't know what to do. He snapped his fingers, looking back at one of his tech boys.

"Who is Constantine's handler? Find him?"

They did a search. NATO, several handlers names were on file. They grabbed a few, searching for Constantine. They didn't find much. NATO was a fucking good program, even hacking in took time and pressure.

Finally, they had a hit.

"We think he's heading to China. There was a new assignment detail now, listing an agent in China, from London. New assignment, only authorized this morning."

Constantine was in London this morning. Fernando nodded, putting the phone back on. If that is where Constantine is headed, then Fernando knew the rest.

"Hong Kong. There is a building called the WVT. It is state of the art, I believe our friend might be trying to find a way in. If you want the money we promised, please... do your job and make sure he does not make it inside."

He hung up, looking back down at this red haired bombshell, sucking down his cock like deep into her throat. He cried out softly, filling her mouth with cum. She sucked it all down, drinking it like ambrosia sweet on her lips.

 

[Katamari Roller]

"Oh... it's Samantha..."

Scythe put her hands on her waist, accentuating how tight her black pants were, and the curves of her body. She had an hour-glass figure, nice and smooth, which her black clothes complimented. Specially against the white of the walls all around her and the 'health inspector'.

"Samantha Risbawn. I am one of the guards of this building, so I guess I am the most appropriate person to guide you around the building. However, before we start, I must ask that you come with me to the main hall and go through the metals detector."

As she spoke, Scythe moved towards the man, and past him, smiling. Her short, red hair hid her right eye, and ondulated softly under the ceiling lights. However, as pleasant as she might look, Samantha Risbawn was already coming up with plans and ideas...

 

[And 1]

I felt something being stuffed in the back of my pants as I watched this mysterious women move ahead of me,Fable had decided to head out of site and returned my gun thinking that I should have it back.

"Samantha thats a nice name Ms Risbawn I'd be glad to follow you around" I replied moving to join her,the metal detectaors were sure to find my gun so I'd have to say it was as a precaution as the streets get very dangerous at night.Weather she would belive me I'd have to wait and see but I wanted to find out what was so specail about this building no matter the risks.

 

[jeremiah1982]

"I know you..." Her eyes studied him, ignoring the hammering heart and cold grip of fear as best she could. She pushed away the butterflies and buzzing in her head, and merely watched him. His movements and most importantly, his face. He had no name, he was supposedly dead... many times over, but apparently they were again misinformed.

A pro at this, torture and killing. A hit man? A loner. Word was he worked for the highest paying person, and some intel said he worked for no one but himself. Not that this information mattered.. at least not right now. What mattered now was, how in god's name was she going to get out of there? Her dad always said, "Where there's a will there's a way." and she had plenty of will.

He placed his suitcase on the table and turned with a smile towards the center of the room, surveying his target. He recognised her instantly, it was obviously a male who had tried her to the chair, perhaps the mysterious 'Fernando' perhaps one of his underlings, but then they had removed her bra they had not lowred the top all the way, revealing her Tinkerbell tattoo for all to see. He left his suitcase and all of its belongings on the table as he approached the chair, remaining silent he simply looked down at her but he didn't remain silent forever..

"You may not be slightly confused as to my exact identity but its clear that you know me my reputation, this needn't be unpleasant."

He brushed his hand through his 'hair' purposely pulling it from his hand to reveal his bald head. If she had any doubts before this, they should have been well and truly gone.

 

[Sweetp4u]

"You may not be slightly confused as to my exact identity but its clear that you know me my reputation, this needn't be unpleasant."

She met his gaze steadily, but held her tongue. Who was he trying to kid here? Surely he didn't think she'd believe that anymore than he would? She also knew that he would never believe anything she had to say unless he was making her scream it out loud.

Perhaps he'd never tortured a woman? She couldn't really recall clearly any of the details in his case file. It didn't help that her mind felt like mush and her tongue felt like lead. Regardless of this man's history with torturing people, gender didn't matter here, it only gave him more sensitive places to cause pain with.

"You're right." It was odd speaking after so long, and her tongue felt worse than lead. Raspy but clear enough she continued, "So if you'll just untie me.. I will be on my way." She flashed him a weak smile before averting her gaze to the floor between his feet.

 

[Makisan]

Fable stayed in the box for quiet some time, making sure that both Samantha and her new friend/foe were gone. She slowly pushed the top up slowly and peeked out, before crawling out, and dusting herself off.

She looked around, cocking her gun, and holding it tightly, as she went through the corridors, trying to find her way back to the grate.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine had a building name and an adress, he now had to figure out what it was there for, and how to get in. He had an idea what was going on, and he had a slightly better idea on how to get in. He got into his rental car, and headed to Heathrow to fly to Hong Kong. He was keeping an eye out on the rear view mirror for tails.

 

[Makisan]

As she reached the grate, she stared at it. It was too late to be a coward now. She sighed, rubbing her temples. She kicked a crate, then ran off to where the "health inspector" was taken, her gun ready to shoot in case anyone tried to attack her.

 

[Katamari Roller]

'Samantha' guided the 'health inspector' to the main hall through corridors that were hardly any different from each other. The only way to know one's way through the building were the signs on a corner here and there that, in this stretch, were 'Main Hall', 'Kitchens', or 'Elevators'.

Samantha pushed open the double doors that led into the main hall, a huge room with a black circle painted on the floor where the WVT's emblem would be painted once it was finished... or at least that was the official version. At the end of the main hall, right before reaching the last doors before the street, two metal detector arcs stood with four guards stationed there behind bullet-proof glass cabins that opened towards the inner side of the building. Nobody could go in guns blazing without being met by fire from the hi-powered shotguns the guards carried. These were in non-descript uniforms, with bullet-proof vests. White shirts, black pants, neckties and shoes.

Before reaching those, two small cabins adhered to a couple of the thin columns that held the hall's ceiling up stood there. One was the information stand, the other was a messages terminal meant to be used when people leaving or entering had messages or papers waiting for them.

The dimensions of the rooms were about fifty metres long, twenty meters high.

"And this is the main hall... if you would please go through the metal detectors? And don't mind this..."

Scythe made a sign at the guards, who inmediately gripped their shotguns. Scythe herself had already stepped away from the fire line.

"... it's just for security. You did sneak in here..."

 

[Donalddeutsch]

When Constatine got onto the private jet, and settled in for the flight to Hong Kong, he thought on what Mario had told him. He had to get a hold of this agent named Fable, and find out what they knew. Ok, first off when I land is to call them, and then see what happens.

Once he had landed in Hong Kong he smiled to himself, he had always loved this city. He got into a rental car, and dialed the number that he had for Fable. He waited for an answer. When there was one and a hello he said this. "This is Constatine, I need to talk to Fable about the WTV."

 

[jeremiah1982]

She met his gaze steadily, but held her tongue. Who was he trying to kid here? Surely he didn't think she'd believe that anymore than he would? She also knew that he would never believe anything she had to say unless he was making her scream it out loud.

Perhaps he'd never tortured a woman? She couldn't really recall clearly any of the details in his case file. It didn't help that her mind felt like mush and her tongue felt like lead. Regardless of this man's history with torturing people, gender didn't matter here, it only gave him more sensitive places to cause pain with.

"You're right." It was odd speaking after so long, and her tongue felt worse than lead. Raspy but clear enough she continued, "So if you'll just untie me.. I will be on my way." She flashed him a weak smile before averting her gaze to the floor between his feet.

His stare was cold, emotionless and empty, he was far from impressed with her suggestion. That much was very clear. And then it stopped, a warm smile covering his face as he began to step towards her.

"Maybe your right, how about I just let you go, and we can go out own separate ways."

She would have felt relieved, if she didn't detect the sarcasm in his voice, then again he was making no attempt to hide it, she sensed no intent from him to harm her but yet as he approached her she felt increasingly nervous, the man had a reputation for always getting the job done, but his tactics were an unknown, perhaps it was that more than anything that effected her, the fact that she had no idea of what was to come. he placed his feet on the only part of the chair that was exposed, right between her legs, the toe of his boot pressing against her sex firmly.

"You had your chance and you threw it away. I will get the information I require."

He smiled devilishly.

"But if its any consolation to you, I will let you know, that I will get a great deal of pleasure out of this."

He pressed his toe into her harder before kicking the chair away, it slid across the floor and came to rest only foot away from the table, it did not tip over, the chair remained upright, her restrained did not loosen at all, if anything they were perhaps a little tighter.

 

[Makisan]

Fable jumped, dropping her gun on the floor. "Jesus!" She murmured, grabbing her phone from her back pocket. "Hello?!" She whispered angerly.

"This is Constatine, I need to talk to Fable about the WTV."

"This is her, what do you want?!" she hissed, picking up her gun and looking around. She wasn't in a room she could hide behind something. She took a few steps back and glared at the phone.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

I smile, not knowing that your not in a place to speak. "I was told that you can help me get in, and that's what I need to do. So is there a place we can meet for a meeting, I was given your name by Mario."

 

[Makisan]

"God! Fucking Mario..." She murmured. She rubbed her temple. "Ugh, fine... Meet me at the Hilton lobby in an hour..." She grumbled. She hung up and turned off the phone.

Fuck, she'd have to come back here another time. And by them, the grate would have probally be filled in. "Fucking Mario!" She hissed, as she climbing out the grate and slipping her boots back on, walking back to the Hilton.

She showered, and got dressed, going back down to the lobby, and sat down on a couch, crossing her arms. "I'm gonna kill that man..." She said to herself, taking out a nail file and shaping her nails.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine walked into the hotel and looked around. He knew only the name of the person that he was meeting, not how she looked. He thought that maybe he would look for a female alone, so he did. He saw three possibles, so he looked at them, studying their movements and deciding who might be fable.

 

[Makisan]

Fable continued to file her nails, sighing softly. She glanced up a bit, looking around, then stared back at her nails, getting aggitated. She looked at her watch, then sighed. This man was late. She huffed, then stood up, slowly going to the elavator.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm followed her to the elevators, thinking that she would have the penthouse, so he would go up there or as near as he could, and take the stairs. "Oh excuse me ma'am." He smiled at Fable, who he didn't know was Fable and bowed. "I don't mean to be rude, but do you happen to be Fable? I was supposed to meat her here, but had no idea what she looked like."

 

[Makisan]

She raised an eyebrow at him. "And you are...?" She asked, crossing her arms. If this was the guy, then he must of known what she looked like if he knew Mario. She watched him, pushing her glasses up her nose.