"Not bad."
I turn around to see Quentin. He towers over me, looking over my shoulder at Dr. Wilson's body, collapsed on the floor. He walks over to it, boots clacking on the mahogany floor. He inspects it.
"Poisoned lipstick?" He points to a mark on the body's mouth.
I smirk. "Yes."
He grins at me and nods.
I make the incision in Wilson's wrist, removing the ID chip. I slip it into my belt pocket and we race to the elevator, going down to the lobby. I wipe the poison off of my lips, replace it with a lipstick almost identical in color. I smack my lips at the polished walls of the elevator, checking my reflection.
I am Marietta Welsh, half of the infamous bounty hunter duo that me and my brother make up. Quentin is a year older then me, and almost a foot taller. We both have spiky black hair, pale skin, and green eyes.
I twirl in my red dress that I picked out for the mission. It has a short pleated skirt, and a strapless shiny top. Underneath are fishnet stockings and black pumps.
The elevator reaches the lobby and Quentin and I walk quickly towards the door. Once we're safely outside, we break into a run, seeing our getaway car parked at the corner. We get into the back seat as the engine starts up, and we speed away, back towards headquarters.
------------------------LATER----------------------------
Quentin and I are sitting in identical chairs in front of a shiny black desk. The desk chair is turned away from us, concealing the occupant's face. The glass wall behind him shows a breathtaking view of Manhattan. The other walls are panalled in aesthetically pleasing wood.
A shiny silver plaque on the desk reads "Mr. Boss".
Mr. Boss snaps his fingers and the two guards exit the room. The desk chair slowly begins to turn, until it is facing us.
A man in a black and silver suit faces us, wearing a silver mask that conceals his eyes. He has pale skin and his fingertips are pressed together in what Quentin calls "The Diplomatic Hand Thing".
"So. You two noobs completed your first mission." His voice is a mix of clear, British, and drawling. "I suppose congratulations are in order." His mouth twists into a grin, then relaxes into its usual stern frown. "Do you possess the ID chip?"
"Right here, sir." I take the chip from my utility belt and pass it over to him. He inspects it, then inserts it into a port in his desk. A holograph appears on the table.
He examines the holograph for a few seconds, then removes the chip. "This will do. You are excused."
As we leave through my room, three thoughts flicker through my mind.
Who is Mr. Boss? Why did he recruit us? And what files does he need to unlock with that chip?
a/n: Hi! This is my second story and I hope you like it! Please comment with any suggestions for the plot but bear in mind that I can't do them all. THANKS!!!!!
