Arleen was once again bored. She usually didn't take the same client many times, but this one paid well, understood her rules and policies or code whichever way you looked at it, and they also abided by them. So, here she was in a decent club, waiting to steal information for her client, from a very dangerous group.
Arleen took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered. As she waited for her drink she took in a quick and thorough observation of the bar, people danced about, gossiped, and over all people who weren't here for fun or mundane things were making deals of crime and the like.
"Thank you. I'll be paying now." Arleen took her drink and turned her chair to have a better vantage of the room. It was dark except for the multitude of bright blaring lights about the room.
Arleen let the music drift out of her attention as she zeroed in on her target. A group of 4 men in a booth at the far back of the club. Two guards, two waiting to make a deal.
Sure, to be more hidden about the place.
Alreens' thoughts were stopped when her eyes drifted to the entrance of the bar.
A brunette in a thrown together club outfit entered with what was clearly no want to be there.
Damn Fury. Damn S.H.I.E.LD. Angel eyes is gonna get herself killed. Shame, really... that dress did wonders for her...
Whoever said Arleen couldn't check out her enemies? But could S.H.I.E.LD really be considered an enemy to her? They were more like a... pest... a fly in the way when Fury got Intel on where she'd be and would send his little agents to find her with no real expectation that they'd succeed.
Oh. Jackpot. Two more sketchy - besides the fact that most if not all in the bar could be considered sketchy - men joined the four at the back booth. Both parties now producing containers. The four men pull out a small square container; no doubt some priceless gem to pay. And the other two produced a file.
The deal is being struck.... Arleens turn to make her part, or rather.... take their part.
Setting her now half empty glass on the bar, Arleen took one last glance of the club. Focus on the men at the booth, the S.H.I.E.LD agent, and the few extra goons shed scoped out. Taking a full glass of something, Arleen stood.
Playing drunk damsel was one of her hated tactics... but... it worked on stupid men.
And... they fell easily for it. Letting her get close, and just when they were having the two guards help her out of their deal area, she hit.
The first guard fell easily, and the other took challenge as the four making deals started to run, and other guards rushed to fight Arleen. Gun shots let off, and the club erupted in panic.
Lovely... just the distraction I needed. Arleen grumbled silently to herself as she dispatched 2 more guards and took to the shadowy corners trailing to man with her needed file.
Arleen rounded one of the many corners in the maze of halls to get to the club. Rushing at the two men who traded for the file.
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A Spark of Hope
FanfictionAn assassin that seems stone cold meets an equally stone cold seeming shield agent. Will they fight each other. Will they help each other. Will they annoy each other. Most importantly, will the fall in love?
