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Dressed to the nines and flanked by an abundance of Christmas decorations, Clint and Kate scope out the Bishop Security Holiday party. They’ve also got additional assets with them, as in the LARP-ers strategically placed around the venue as Grills, Missy, Wendy, and Orville step in to help.
"Feel free to smile wide at the cameras. You're on everyone's list, old chap." Heather comments, taking a sip of his champagne glass.
"Is anyone else scared?" Kate asks, into her ear earpiece.
"Not really, I already lived longer than I expected. But I prefer to die with dignity." Heather replies, his eyes briefly meeting with hers, long enough to throw his annoying smirk.
Kate rolls her eyes and resumes back to scanning through the crowd. "I don’t see my mom yet."
"Why don’t you tell me what you do see?" Clint asks, from his spot. "What are our assets, what are our threats?"
"Mmm. Threats? That guy." Kate nods her head towards a guy in his late thirties. "That’s Gary. He fired me from one of the only jobs I ever had."
"Assets?"
"Well, we have those all over the party."
"You had me at cherry pirozhki." Heather mumbles.
"I never said cherry pirozhki." Kate replies, with utter confusion.
"Well, I was thinking about it." Heather shrugs, walking to the food section to grab some appetisers for himself.
"Wow. Jack’s out of jail already. Nothing phases that guy." Kate notes, now glancing at her mother's ex fiancé.
"So Jack wielding a sword, just out of jail for allegedly murdering somebody with one." Clint says.
"Maybe it’s his way of proving that he really is innocent?" Heather suggests, shoving food into his mouth as if he hasn't eaten for years.
"It’s a weird flex, but sure." Clint confirms.
Just then, Yelena enters the party with a full length green jacket and her hair pulled into a fancy braid.
"Fucking hell. Is it me or is the room getting hot?" Heather's breath hitches at the sight of the former Widow and the food is long forgotten. He adjusts his bow and gulps down the remaining content of his champagne glass, not daring to take his eyes off the blonde.
"What?" A confused Clint asks from the other corner of the room.
"Sorry, got distracted." Heather coughs nervously. "I have eyes on Yelena."
