Assassins (Findarato and Lemon)

[Findarato]

It had been a rainy day, and as a result, the roads and pavement were slick with wetness from the aftermath. It was dark and dreary, despite the time being early afternoon. Scott did not like the conditions, nor did he like doing the job at this time of the day, but they had agreed to start earlier for reasons they had discussed already.

Scott's sleek, black car rolled up to the curb. He tilted his head, glancing at the rows of houses and apartments. Truth be told, he had never visited where his partner had lived. He couldn't fathom why he would ever come here again. It wasn't a place he would spend his free time, not to mention that the only time he wanted to interact with his partner was during business. It had taken him much gritting of teeth to come up with the agreement they had decided upon, to watch their target for the next few days. Despite the promises of rewards, he was not looking forward to it.

Scott himself was a tall, masculine figure. Even sitting in the front of his car, he appeared to be formidable. He wore the same attire that she had always seen him wearing, almost like if it were apart of his body. It consisted of a black suit that fit to his features perfectly, his broad shoulders filling out the piece entirely, letting one guess at the impressive physique hidden beneath. A classy, red tie was draped from his chest. As usual, his face was hard and stoic. He had a prominent jawline, in which his lips seemed to be perpetually locked together, giving him a stern appearance. His face was shaven completely smooth, revealing his skin tone, which appeared to be sun kissed, a result from being outside for many hours. His hair was cut close to his scalp, the small black hairs were enough to run fingers through, but hardly anything to pull at, obviously for fighting purposes. His eyes were his most remarkable feature, two deep set blue hues that resembled the deepest and most exotic places in the ocean. However, they were hard, and gave nothing away. They were emotionless, and one could never guess what was going on in that head of his.

He brought a phone to his lips, and dialed in his partners number. When she picked up, he would utter simple words. His voice was quiet, yet deep, hardly audible yet distinct at the same time. "Hurry up," he would say when she picked up. "I'm outside." Without another word, he hung up the phone, rolled down his window, and waited.

As he waited, he looked down at the file, studying its contents of their target. He flipped through the pages, before he found the profile of the man they were searching. He was an ex mafia member, a middle aged man with rugged features, that probably had been handsome in his youth. He had long black hair, and large brown eyes. Tyler Franklin was his name. The reason for him leaving was unknown, but based on the rumors, he had stolen a large sum of money. Unable to take him down themselves, the mafia had contacted Scott Brooks's agency in hopes to kill him, and return the money. Scott had no intention of returning the money, and he had made it clear with his partner he would split it with her, as they had always split the bounty. She had accepted. He threw the file in the back once he was finished, and waited.

 

[Lemon]

Hurry up. Hmph. She was hurrying up! In fact, she had been packed and ready for quite a while. However, it was significantly difficult to be horribly paranoid in the aspects of forgetting something. Sasha had always been weary of traveling, due to the fact that more than not, when she was a good distance away from her home, she remembered something she had forgotten to pack. This time, she truly couldn't afford that little mix up. Thus, she was doing a thorough inspection of her bags, two in total. Over and over again, she checked, and finally satisfied with what she had gathered, she slipped her petite feet into the nearby ebony heels. Not the usual attire an assassin would don, yet, Sasha was far from the typical persona of a killer. From first glance, one would assume she was a model, even more specifically, a spokesperson for charities, given that her personality was near contagious. A smile was the least suspicious movement she could commit, and thus, she always wore one in moments of danger.

A true talent, as her natural ability to weave herself around just about anyone often than not let her get away with foolishly obscene deeds, it was no question, that she would be paired up with one of the agency's deadliest catches. She had worked with Scott plenty of times, but certainly not this close. They would be spending a good chunk of time with each other for this mission, and while she was a bit weary of the overall experience, there was a handsome reward waiting for her. A gorgeous flow of cash would soon enough be in her care, and while the deed was going to be risky, she didn't doubt their ability in getting away with it. They were the best of the best, despite their endless differences.

Red, plump lips curled down into a prominent frown the moment those narrowed hues of gray glanced across the environment outside of her apartment. It was rainy. Not a good sign. For her mood, or her hair. A little sigh and she trudged her way towards the parked car, every bit the image of a well-fit woman. From long, slender legs, to a trimmed waist and formidable assets that left many men and women gawking, Sasha strutted her athletic ass right to the trunk. A click, and it was opened, allowing for her to slip away her luggage. At least it wasn't too cold, she offered herself in condolence, whilst brushing off the smooth flesh of her thighs. She had figured the newest addition to her closet would be a perfect outfit for her first day of traveling.

A short, adorable denim jumper, with a simple white t-shirt beneath. It was both comfortable, and fashionable, something that she doubted Scott cared about. His wardrobe was the same drab, yet honorably impressive suits. He looked good, she would admit it, but his constant stoic attitude and silent demeanor threw her for a loop. He was quiet, serious, and beyond chilling. Everything Sasha was not. Being warm, bubbly and outgoing, she was quick to fill up his car with a happy greeting, flashing those perfect pearly whites at him. "Hey! How long did you have to wait? Ten minutes, tops," she inquired, wiggling into the cushioned front-seat, before the door closed behind her.

Most wondered if she took her job seriously, and while the outcome of her missions more than often gave the answer, many doubted her. Perhaps that didn't thwart her attempts at continuing on with her career at all, and if it did, she certainly didn't show it. Even now, as she was still irked by his earlier comment, she was smiling and tucking back a strand of her long, stubborn auburn hair, the tresses falling well beyond the small of her back. "I was doing some research on our boy, and I have to say, he certainly gets around. He's had about fifteen prestigious girlfriends in the last six months. Makes you wonder how he finds the time to take them all out," she muttered, already reaching out, to adjust the radio.

 

[Findarato]

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.

 

[Lemon]

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.

 

[Findarato]

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."

 

[Lemon]

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.

 

[Findarato]

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.

 

[Lemon]

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.

 

[Findarato]

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.

 

[Lemon]

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.

 

[Findarato]

"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.

 

[Lemon]

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.

 

[Findarato]

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.

 

[Lemon]

A gasp, sharp, and sudden, escaped the young woman who was waiting for her partner. To say she hadn't expected Scott to put his arm around her, would have been an understatement. Sasha, in all of the years she knew this man, would have happily gambled her life on the fact that he wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. Yet, here he was, grasping at her slender curve casually. It unnerved her, simply because...well, she didn't mind it. Quietly lost in her own world of confusion, she followed him aimlessly, before the screeching of the receptionist met her ears. Oh, right. They were pretending to be a married couple. Scott was taking this job seriously, that was all, even if he was probably bound to wash his hand twenty times over, when he no longer needed to remain close to her.

Honestly, was she that ghastly of a woman? He certainly made her feel like such...

Tensing as his hand did, she stifled a laugh, pressing two fingers against her mouth to silence the sound. He was annoyed, it was so painfully obvious, and she was a bit thankful for him letting her go, given that she didn't want to be bruised after this brief elevator ride. Leaning into the slick, mirrored wall behind her, she glanced up towards him, narrowing her eyes. Sasha, in moments of boredom, and spurned on by vengeance, was bound to do things she really shouldn't do. However, she had the perfect excuse, especially when the valets started glancing behind their shoulders, out of sheer curiosity.

Right. Thirteenth floor...just married...in love, close quarters. She grinned, plump lips curling, and finally latched her tiny hand onto the side of his face. Pulling Scott down with a surprising bout of strength, she met his eyes for a brief second, before she kissed him. Why, exactly, was she doing this? Well, merely to gross him out. He wanted her to stay away from him? Fine, she would. But not until she managed to spread all of those gross, icky cooties of hers upon his mouth!

Her lashes fluttered to a close and naturally, she began to tenderly coax her mouth against his, letting her tongue tease across the seam of his own lips, playing at them, as if she were begging him for entrance.

 

[Findarato]

Scott stared up at the ceiling. He listened to the pleasant elevator music, while thinking about what room their target was in. He had it memorized, how many rooms from the right it was, and he was already visually thinking about it. That was until Sasha took him by his cheek, redirected him to look at her and held his gaze for a moment. Scott could have reacted, but he was so startled by it, that he hardly budged an inch. Then she kissed him. He did not move away, only place a hand to her opposite cheek, and held it.

The action, she soon learned, was to conceal what was actually going on between their lips. Her tongue pressed out, licking at his own, yet his lips, were were warmer than they looked, did not budge. They did not pucker, they did not part. They just remained. His hand on the other side, gripped her waist, digging his fingers into her. He pressed his face more into her- it seemed as he didn't know how to kiss, or didn't want to. The amount of pressure he pushed into her make his chest press against hers, his body towering over hers. She had to arch her back, as if she were dipping in a dance. His hand moved to her lower back, supporting her, holding the pseudo kiss. His mouth did part eventually, but only to take her lower lip in his mouth, and he tugged back on it, making her lower lip extend out, too sharply to be considered playful. He obviously was trying to get the point across that he did not approve of her action. Before long he pulled away, and straightened out his clothing. One of the valets had been watching them, but quickly turned around when Scott shot him an angry glare.

Thankfully, the elevator opened, and they all moved out. "Just leave it at the door," Scott insisted as they found the room. The valets exchanged looks with each other, before they moved away. Scott opened the door, and began to move everything inside.

The room was neat, above all else. The entire wall was a window, peering out at the city, and most importantly, it looked over the building in which Tyler was staying at. It was a refined one, for the most part. It wasn't a typical honey moon suite, however. The color scheme was grey, black, white, and the kitchen was finished with metallic silver steel. The furniture was mostly black. The bed was the obvious attraction of the room, a great big white piece of softness. That was until Scott threw his suitcase on the bed, and opened it. He began to assemble the parts of the telescope. He was half tempted to ask her why she had done that, tried to kiss him, but he already knew the answer. "Don't do that again," was all he ended up saying. He seemed entirely focused on his task, and did not even check about the jacuzzi in the bathroom, which there was one. It matched the kitchen, a tub with a silver finish.

 

[Lemon]

It was uncomfortable, near painful, and horribly bland. She was quickly questioning her own motives, but soon enough, Sasha realized just how upset Scott had to be. It was obvious he was making an effort in forcing her to retract from him, or at least, try to. She was stuck, however, and could only endure the tugging at her lip, and strange bending of her back. The young woman only made a few choice sounds, whimpers, which could very well be taken as pleasurable. Even if he was a hardened, emotionless man, she could only hope that Scott knew how to kiss. He just had to. There was no other choice in the matter, that his actions were merely spurred on by the fact that she had managed to get the better of him, and startle the usually calm and collective assassin.

Good, she managed to get him back.

Blinking a few times after she was finally released from his death grip, her fingertips immediately lifted up to tend to her sore lip. It was swollen, and surely, had indents of her partner's teeth riddled upon it. A quick glare in his direction, and she made her way into the suite, trying her damnedest to not open up another can of worms. Their arguments usually consisted of some very hardened stares, sensitive words, and temper flaring actions. Not once, had they gone so far as to be violent, or raise their voices. Strangely enough, they were far more alike than they could have hoped for.

"Didn't plan on it," Sasha quipped, almost skipping past him, towards the bathroom. He would hear it, then, a second later. A delightful squeal echoed off of the clean walls and filled up the suite, the telltale sign that there was indeed, a jacuzzi. Sweet treats! She was in the mood to soak away some of her frazzled nerves, anyway. A smile, and she bounded right back out, towards Scott. "It's beautiful! It has at least ten jets in it! I'm pretty sure you'll be getting your wish, and I won't be bothering you at all," she claimed, but only said such, in the heat of the moment. Truthfully, she did want to help him, and planned on watching their target right at his side. Every day.

Speaking of their target. Sasha made her way towards the impressive wall of glass, and peered over towards where Tyler was stationed. Hm, interesting. "Does he usually stay inside," she inquired. "I can assume he will today...but...it's difficult to imagine a man of his grandeur, becoming a homebody," she commented, glancing over her shoulder towards the other. "You'd make a good homebody, Scotty..." Oh, yes, she went there. Remark, and nickname.

 

[Findarato]

Her eyes were upon him as he focused on his task of assembling the telescope. He was sure some sort of sassy comment was about to come, but he was too concentrated on the telescope to give it any real thought. His movements were precise and efficiently, and before long, he had assembled the telescope. It was no child's play thing, but one that probably could be used to see far into the stars, complete with a star. However, Scott was no star gazer. He used it most of the time to spot before he used his sniper rifle, as she very well knew.

He was surprised, more or less, when she seemed nonchalant about what had happened, and skipped off to the bathroom, only to hear her excited squeal a moment later. Sometimes it was hard to believe Sasha was as dangerous as he was with her antics, but he shook his head, taking the blinds and closing them. He began to count the rooms, until he found the room he was looking for. He bent forward, stooping to look into the telescope. He could see their man- he was currently talking on the phone, dressed in a red robe. His appearance had changed slightly, probably from not wanting to be found. Instead of having long black hair, it was cut short. He could see the age of the man, with his hair salted with occasional grey hairs, and the lines of age on his face. Even so, he could be handsome to some, if not considered handsome in his youth. He seemed to be in good shape, but with the slight beer belly that was obvious pressing out of his robe, Scott assumed he would be an easy target.

"He won't want to go outside often," he explained, ignoring Sasha's comment about him making a good homebody. "We're not the only ones looking for him, I imagine. I'm surprised Mr. Franklin hasn't closed his blinds. When he does go out, one of us must follow him." He leaned away from the telescope, exchanging a glance with his partner, before he took a nearby chair from the dining table, and brought it to the telescope. Even without the telescope, they could make him out, more or less. From their vantage point, as well as the fact the blinds were closed, Mr. Franklin would have a hard time seeing them. "Have a look," Scott urged as he sat down in the chair, using his naked eyes to watch the man pace about his room as he spoke on the phone. "He's on fifth room from the right."

 

[Lemon]

She didn't doubt his ability to assemble a telescope with ease. Thus, that wasn't her reasoning for watching him with such intensity, and interest. No, it was the fact that currently, Sasha was experiencing a very poignant epiphany. The way he took each piece, with strong, steady hands and effortlessly placed them together. There was no room for error, or a pause. Quick, efficient and straight to the point. Scott was putting that damned thing together, in the same manner he lived his life. He didn't dillydally, and he sure as hell didn't make any mistakes (at least not in her presence). He was a man of one goal - to get the first step done, and continue to the next. Until the job was done. There was no room for his humanity to show through. No time to waste on emotions. This saddened her for a brief second, until, her attention was pulled elsewhere when her partner spotted their target.

Maybe one day Scott would learn how to let go, if just a little bit. The gods knew it would do him some good.

"Maybe he knows we're watching him...and he wants to give us a show," she muttered, glancing across the airway, towards Mr. Franklin's building. This man was notorious with his public romps with women, and although Sasha could appreciate the well-rounded, and well-executed love scene...she just didn't want to grow uncomfortably hot around Scott. The last thing she needed for him to realize, was just how squirmy she'd become. A thoughtful release of air then, and she stepped up to the telescope when offered the chance. Casually placed in front of the other assassin, now, she bent over just slightly, and gazed over towards the one who was pacing. "Wow," she mused, squinting her eyes, "He cut his hair...? I preferred the longer locks...but, eh, he's still a looker for his age."

"I wish we could listen in on his phone call...that little rat," she huffed, pulling back before once again, watching like a hawk. By now, she was comfortably poised behind the telescope, and nonchalantly, swaying her bottom back and forth just so, in front of her partner. It was his own fault for pulling up a chair, though, and sitting down in it!

 

[Findarato]

His hands were methodical as he worked the pieces together, the seemingly quiet and peaceful room was filled with the sounds of metal upon metal. Had anyone glimpsed at him, or been unfamiliar with a telescope, they could assume he was assembling a rifle, which he could also assemble in the same precise moments.

Scott pulled out another device, a pair of binoculars, and lifted them to his face to peer across the street. The man they watched strode about his room, talking on the cell phone, completely clueless that he was being watched. He smiled occasionally into the phone, but more often than not, he was speaking. His mouth never seemed to shut, actually. Scott, a man of few words, found himself wondering what he was saying. In a vain attempt, he tried to read his lips, yet even with the telescope zoomed in on his face, it was difficult as Scott had never learned the skill of reading lips. Defeated, he leaned back in his chair. He was about to ask his partner if she could read lips, but hearing that she wished she too could listen in on his conversation, made him stop. Coupled with the fact that his partner's ass was now swinging left to right practically in front of him as if she was watching a fashion show made him entirely distracted. He lost his train of thought, briefly losing himself, imaging that he was suddenly in a strip club, his eyes moving from left to right to follow the motions of her hips, as if he was a dog being teased with a piece of meat.

The taste of her lips from her kiss upon him came back to him, he felt the touch on his skin like it had just happened a second before. It caused him to remember that this was his partner, and why they were here. He stood up abruptly, letting out a breath of air that could be viewed as a frustrated sigh. "Mr. Franklin," he began, addressing the target in the most formal way, as if he were a lawyer, and not about to kill him, and more importantly take his money, "obviously does not want to be recognized. It is unfortunate that our intel is too good. There might be another party watching him, however." He leaned forward, next to her, their bodies briefly touching as he looked over at the other buildings, to see if there was a similar group looking into the same room. He found none, but he still wasn't satisfied, and tugged at their blinds, making them even more concealed.

 

[Lemon]

After so many frustrated sighs, it was only within a matter of time that she had eventually grown null in void towards them. However, this one managed to make her turn her head, just in time to catch a glimpse of Scott moving. Soon enough, they were side by side, and her vision was filled with him. If only he had an ounce of compassion inside of his cold, steely bones, would she actually find herself interested in him. It was depressing, the more she thought of it. He was a man that kept his word, and while that didn't seem like much of a positive note, among all the other negative ones, it was something that lacked in this day and age. People lied, to even those they solemnly swore to love until their dying day. Sasha didn't understand these vows, and why anyone would ever let them grow tainted.

Here was a man, that she knew, who would take those vows and live by them until his last breath. Her fingers tightened about the smooth siding of the telescope just as his voice broke her train of thought, causing her to relax her previously tensed forearms. "There's always someone else watching, when you're dealing with a man like him," she muttered before pulling away, uncomfortably overwhelmed by her partner's essence. She needed to get away from him, and while she could handle herself, there was no use in pushing her own boundaries.

That kiss had ruined a lot between them, she just didn't know it yet.

Eventually their stormy day seemed to calm itself to a soothing drizzle, and while the clouds were still heavy and dark, with the occasional strike of lightening, it was peaceful. Seconds melted into minutes, minutes into hours. Sasha was growing antsy, and figured it would be best if she occupied herself with a nice, hot, bubbly adventure in the jacuzzi. Without a word, she uncurled herself from the leather couch, where she had been reading her latest romantic novel, and sauntered towards the bathroom like a cat on the prowl. Hips swaying, and fingertips already undoing the straps of her jean jumper. It fell to her ankles, right outside the doorway, and she let it stay there, a solemn reminder to Scott, that his partner was inside.

If that didn't get the point across, then the sound of water running would. Closely followed by the hum of jet streams. The tub remained empty for a while, though, as Sasha remained standing in front of the floor length mirror nearby, staring towards herself. Nude, and with a calculating gaze, she traced over her every curve. A nasty scar glimmered in spite, running from the bottom of her rib-cage, at her left side, all the way across to her lower right hip. One of her first jobs managed to go wrong, and while her previous partner who managed to fuck it up, got off scot-free, she know bared the brunt of his mistake permanently. "Asshole..." Sasha whispered.

 

[Findarato]

The rain began to lessen, for the moment, and Scott leaned back from the window, able to watch the man in plain sight, without the use of his telescope now that the rain did not taint the sky as heavily. This would be a long wait, he concluded as he watched the man still, happily talking on his phone. They would be lucky if he kept the money in his room, but Scott had known mafia members to do more idiotic things. They would just have to wait, and bide their time. "We will have to act quickly, then. We might have to send you in sooner rather than later, to convince him before anyone else does." The word 'convince' only meant one thing to him, for her to use her well proportioned behind to get the man's attention. It was the one thing that Scott was glad to have her along for. He watched her move away, sprawling herself out on the sizable couch.

He sat back down, leaned his head in to use the telescope to see if he could see any details if he had missed any and failed to find any. If only he could read lips! He grew flustered at the thought, and sighed. His formidable body tilted back in the chair unhappily, and he heard the rustling of the leather couch as his partner got off of it. "Where are you-" he began to say, tilting his head around to look at Sasha's backside, to find her jumper being taken off. He shut his mouth up after that, and stared straight forward. He grumbled to himself, reminding himself that she would only distract him while he watched anyway.

As he heard Sasha using the bathroom, he kept his eyes on their target. He had hung up his phone when Scott had looked away, and had locked himself in his bathroom. Scott waited several minutes, before he assumed that the man was taking a bath, or a shower, just as Sasha was.

 

[Lemon]

Her vengeful glare eventually softened, and Sasha found herself far more interested in the task at hand. Dipping one foot in after the other, she let the bubbly, swirling vortex of water swallow her up. It was a sensation that was met with acceptance, the immediate vibration rushing through her taut, tired muscles, and forcing her to nearly go completely slack, as she settled down into a smooth dip. If she didn't know what waited for her outside of the bathroom door, she would have vouched that this was the perfect vacation. A little rest and relaxation would do any woman good, even those who made a living out of killing people.

Little did she know, that at this moment, their target was currently indulging in the same treatment. However, soon enough he'd be given the lovely company of a very young woman, one who looked to be around Sasha's age. Donned in a skimpy red cocktail dress, she would saunter across the rich flooring after being let in. The bathroom door would open with ease, and there she would go, slipping into the private room with sinful intentions. If Sasha had bared witness to this scene, she would have merely perked up in self assurance. She knew, the moment she saw that man, that he would have a woman wrapped about his finger nearly every night.

It was what they were accustomed to, after all...even if they were being hunted. They always got what they wanted.

About half an hour later, the door opened up, and Sasha came padding out in nothing but a towel. Her hair tied up in a mess of auburn curls at the back of her head, she immediately made her way towards Scott, already eager to see if there was any progress made. Nevermind the fact that the towel currently wrapped about her lithe frame, barely covered her plump rear completely, or the fact that her smooth skin was lightly covered in a sheen of vanilla scented lotion. "What's he doing," she asked, leaning over towards the telescope. She halted, however, when she spied movement in the man's room. That woman who had worn that skimpy red cocktail dress, wore it no more. She was wonderfully naked, and currently bent over the couch, with Mr. Franklin driving into her from behind like a mad man. "Hm," Sasha began, her head tipping, to get a better view.

"For a man his age...he certainly has a lot of vigor in his system," she commented before giggling, tossing a glance towards her partner from over her bare shoulder. "So, I go to take a bath, and you're out here watching them go at it like jack rabbits? Goodness, Scotty...I never pegged you for being such a pervert," she teased him. They always did say, however, that it was smart to watch out for the quiet ones...

 

[Findarato]

Scott had stood up to dismiss himself from the scene when the man had vanished into the bathroom. Scott threw his jacket over the couch, loosening his tie, and unbuttoning his cuffs to roll them up his toned arms. His shirt was tight on his body, hinting at muscular pectorals, and the promise of a taut stomach. Afterwards, he poured himself a glass of water, and returned to his seat. The man came out shortly after, donning a robe- he had taken a shower, rather than a bath, considering the time he had spent inside. The man went to the door, and opened the door for a blonde haired woman dressed in a red dress so tight that even Scott could see without using the telescope. They stood there, staring each other down, before she turned, and closed the door. Shortly after they embraced, and engaged in a desperate kiss.

Watching from a distance, Scott found himself wondering if they were lovers, or if she was a escort of some sort, or simply a woman who knew he had a large sum of money and wanted to earn his favor. He ended up thinking it was a mixture of all, as he watched the woman push the man back to the bed. She began to taunt him using her body, making him watch as she undressed, swaying her hips from side to side, turning in sensual spins to let him peer at her backside. Before long, she had lost her clothing, and sauntered over to the couch to present her hindquarters to the man, wiggling her tush to encourage him as she looked over her shoulder and spoke something to him.

Their target was purposeful in his movement as he stood up, dropped his robe, stepping behind her to adjust himself to fit inside of her, and began to plow himself in her with the energy of a young man.

Scott became aroused at the sight, so much that he had not even realized he had leaned in, watching the event through the lens of the telescope, swallowing, temporarily forgetting what he was here for. It wasn't until the bathroom door opened, and he shot back, leaning back into his chair and tried to appear nonchalant, uninterested despite the heat and stiffening he felt between his legs. He carefully rearranged himself to make the bulge in his pants unseen. "He is ... with a woman," he said, trying to keep his voice even as his partner came towards the window. He became acutely aware of her scent, breathing in deeply through his nose, more so than usual to smell more of her. "I am not sure if she is just a whore, or his lover.. or maybe someone else." He kept his voice even, til the end, when it became shrill, and he cleared his throat to dismiss the tone. He took a much needed drink of water. He needed to get his blood flowing somewhere else.

"So he does," he said. He looked back to her, furrowing his brow as he frowned, standing up. "Someone had to watch them while you took your bath," he said with scorn, taking another drink. "At this rate, however, he will not last much longer." He looked across the street, and into the separate hotel, watching the man occasionally slow down, trying to savor it, or have the lack of energy to continue. Scott felt a tug at his lips as he smirked- at least he did not have that problem.

 

[Lemon]

Oh...this must be so embarrassing for him. Sasha would have to be deaf and blind, to not realize that the scene Scott had to survey, took an obvious toll on him. The young woman had to admit, that it was quite arousing...but, thankfully her own effects didn't show as blatantly as they did on her partner. Nonetheless, even if she did feel somewhat sorry for him...it just wasn't in her personal agenda, to take it easy on him. No, not at all. Especially for the way he had treated her thus far, she saw this as quite the opportunity to give the man a taste of his own medicine. Or, maybe it was just some medicine he actually needed to taste to begin with.

Scott was the living definition of a taut, irritated muscle...he needed to desperately unwind, and find an outlet.

"Well," she mused, playing innocent for now. "Perhaps she's all of those things...and more. They're obviously quite passionate, however...you can tell with the way he takes his time to make sure she's feeling good, too..." A little shake of her head, and she leaned in, peeking through the telescope completely. "He actually reaches under her, to play with her clit...gosh, what a man..." A brief streak of jealously shot through her before she turned her head back around, to watch Scott. "Aw, stop being such a poor sport. I'm pretty fucking sure you liked having some alone time...especially if you got to watch her undress, hm?"

A shake of her head, and a few wet strands of dark hair fell away from her haphazard bun, caressing the sides of her neck, and clinging desperately to the moist flesh there. "You don't even know this man, and you already have a shit eating grin on your face...because he's slowing down. How spiteful of you," Sasha said sharply, turning on her bare heels, whilst lithe arms crossed over her pert chest. "I wouldn't be so confident if I were you, Scotty...you're the one standing over here, watching them...with quite the tool standing at attention between your thighs." It was true. The moment he had stood up, she immediately took notice.

The woman before him was merely smiling herself, finding it to be a perfect moment to savor in the fact of catching this usually stoic, serious being...in quite the vulnerable state. Yet, she'd be lying through her teeth, if she said it didn't get her own blood flowing in return. "If you want to rub one out, by all means, go ahead...I'll even leave you alone in here if you'd like, so you have some material to work with..."

 

[Findarato]

It was true, the man had leaned over the woman, kissing near her neck, dipping his hand between her legs to rub at her. Scott looked away from Sasha, to look at the sight with an obvious look of contempt in his eyes. The jealously was written plainly on the man's face. "Whatever," was all he said to everything she had said, including that he liked having some alone time. He certainly had, and as he stood there, he realized that he had been rubbing himself through his pants as he suddenly felt the lack of something touching it, and he felt the urge to fulfill that need using his hand. He couldn't, however, as she was standing in front of him.

While he stood, his manhood pressed eagerly against the fabric of his clothes, making a dent in his crotch as it pointed. He gritted his teeth, looking down. He felt embarrassed, he wasn't even at his full size, and suddenly he was worried if his partner was doubting his size. From the tone of her voice, it certainly seemed so. He stuffed a hand down in his pocket, and gripped himself through it, hiding it using his hand. "I am doing a job here. Once I have this man's money, I can have any woman I want." "Even you," he thought, suddenly, for a reason he could not explain. "I am confident in my ability...with women." It was a laughable statement, around Sasha, Scott seemed to be like a man made of stone, with a pinecone up his ass.

"I am not going to jack off!" He shouted at her, his anger getting the best of him. "I came here to do a job, and so I will do it." He moved forward, and sat down next to her, staring with a stony face outside of the window, and at the room they were watching. He was presented by the woman now pleasuring the man with her mouth, and the sight made his knees go weak, and his erection to grow. She could see his hand still in his pocket, fussing about to try to suppress his urge.