"Dammit!" Mystique spun around to confront the man who'd nearly given her a heart attack.
"You know, you'd think by now you would have learned not to sneak up on people like that when you're the one asking them to meet with you. Very suspiciously, I might add." The irritation in Mystique's voice was undisguised. She'd almost forgotten how infuriating this man-child could be.
"Oh lighten up, darling! It's nice to see you too." He snorted as he pulled her in for a bone-crushing hug.
"I could say it is... relatively nice to see you as well, Alex."
Alexander Jacobs, a very old ally of Mystique's. Someone who used to hold a lot of power, before things went south for them both. The memory still made her bitter.
Judging by the expression she was wearing, Alex could tell what she was thinking about. And as much as he would like to catch up with the feisty redhead, that wasn't the main reason he had needed to see her. Alex moved them both towards the chairs at the other end of the building.
"As much as I'm dying to hear all the latest gossip of the outside world, I'm in the slightest bit of strife at the moment that I could use a hand with. Preferably a hand that holds a gold plated 45 pistol and wears black nail polish..." Alex quietened down and looked at Mystique with his big brown eyes widened. Mystique had known Alex for a long time, and it was safe to say she was immune to his pleading puppy expressions. Alex pouted.
"And if helping out an old friend doesn't urge you to accept, you'll be paid 5k if all goes well." Alex sighed knowing Mystique would never do a favour for anyone. She hummed.
"Why so much?" She questioned.
"Because I'm generous, and you're an old friend." Alex smiled sarcastically. Judging by his tone, this was something that wasn't to be kidded around with. Mystique was starting to become interested in this 'job' he was offering her.
"Sure, who's the target?" She noticed that for a split second Alex hesitated, almost wincing as if the words physically caused him some sort of pain.
"I think you might know him, his name is Joshua Whitman..."
The surprise on Mystique's face was not missed.
"Whitman? As in literal king of arms dealing, Whitman? Jesus, Alex what did you do!" She was baffled, what the hell had her old friend gotten himself into now?
"Nothing much! I was just trying to find out some information on some certain people, that he happened to be linked to, and he found out and now he kind of wants me dead because of the information I know..."
Mystique didn't even want to know what it was; she knew what it would cost her, and it wasn't money
"God dammit, Alex. I'm not travelling out of the country, though. That is my one condition."
"Fine by me, that's one of the reasons I asked you to do this. In one week he'll be just outside of Dublin, near Drogheda, way down south. And all I need you to do is kill him and the associates with him. Simple."
"Oh yeah," Mystique said sarcastically, "simple. Fine, I'll do it, but I'm raising it to eight grand, four grand right now the rest after it's done- no exceptions." She said before he could argue.
"You're sucking me dry here, woman!You kill him, have proof you did, and come back to me, and you'll get the rest. Where do you want me to transfer the money?"
"I'll write down the details." She said smiling smugly at him.
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"You know, Mystique, I really didn't think that we would be as close as we are now, I mean come on, at one point I'm pretty sure you were trying to kill me, like, literally, with your bare hands!" Charlotte exclaimed.
"I wouldn't do that, it could leave fingerprints. I'd just shoot you."
Charlotte laughed as she sipped her latte. She grabbed her phone off the table as it buzzed beside her.
Sitting in Cafè Mocha with Mystique was something Charlotte never thought she'd be doing, but here she was! As she checked her phone she realised she needed to get going, she had a class in 30 minutes.
"Sorry to love ya and leave ya babe, but I have to run! Professor Agnes will have my head if I don't get to class on time today. See you later?"
"Sure, I have something I need to do anyway, and I might be gone for a little while, I might see you in a week. Bye Charlotte." Mystique commented offhandedly.
As Charlotte left the café, Mystique pulled her own phone out of her pocket and checked the text message she had received while Charlotte and herself were talking. As much as Mystique would deny it, Charlotte had grown on her tremendously since making it her job to 'see Mystique have at least one friend in this hell hole', as she put it.
Charlotte wasn't too pushy and she wasn't stupid and knew when not to pry, and with her best efforts she had Mystique telling her about her time spent in France, since Charlotte had been there too. Of course Mystique didn't tell her everything about why she was there. There are just some things you keep to yourself. Especially if you were there to kill somebody.
The text on Mystique's phone was short and simple.
THE PACKAGE WILL ARRIVE 8:00PM. - A
Grabbing her bag, she put a tip under her glass and she walked out of the café.
Outside, Mystique breathed in the cold air, wrapped her scarf around herself tighter and started her short walk back to her apartment.
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As she ate the greasy fries in her hand, she used her other hand to look through her binoculars to see if anything interesting had happened yet. Nothing. She looked at her watch; the time read 7:56PM.
Four more minutes, then its show time.
Three minutes later, a silent text came through to her phone. Mystique didn't even have two seconds before a tire iron hit her head.
BEEN COMPROMISED. GET OUT. NOW. - A
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I know, Oh Meh Gawd.
Pictures of Alexander Jacobs and the guns Mystique likes + uses (because why not)
You guys should be thankful for the gun pictures, you have no idea how awkward it was to explain to my mum that 'no, mum, I wasn't trying to buy guns' and 'I needed to know the names because of reasons!' 'What reasons' and that led to me telling her that I was writing a story on Wattpad, which lead to her wanting to read it, which of course led to her wanting to help me write it. Honestly I wish I had told her I was buying guns. So, you guys best be thankful.
Also if you'll notice 2 of the guns are gold plated. Which means you probably figured out Mystique's signature gun is the gold plated .45 pistol. Which is what's on the cover. (I think) I don't do guns. At all. As I explained to my mum.
Anyway love ya! Don't forget to Vote & Comment and if you want me to love you forever basically just say something nice and you'll have me smiling all day!
Hugs & Kittens - Izzy
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Killer Kisses
Acción❝If you don't let your past die, your past won't let you live.❞ ***************** In Mystique's line of work, mistakes mean death. So when a job goes wrong, life gets a little complicated. Throw in the daughter of a mob boss, superstitious allies...
