Engfa's POV
I was rubbing my neck after the long flight to Paris. Flying is and will always be my least favorite part of this job. I would rather drive endlessly than be on a 14 hour flight. I scanned the almost deserted airport, it was 2am here in Paris.
Freen is still standing patiently infront of the conveyor waiting for her luggages. I looked at the fake passport she handed me the night before and smirked a little at the name she chose for me.
"Ratsami Ambhom."
I whispered to myself. I am not very pleased. I sensed a presence infront of me and even without looking I know that it's a "she". I did not look up but I put my guard up just in case. I felt that there's no hostility coming from the person in front of me.
"I found you first."
I immediately looked at the person in front of me. For an assassin, being frozen and unable to react immediately is the worst thing but here I am fixed from where I am standing, wide-eyed looking at the woman in front of me.
There she is. Charlotte. Only a few steps away from me. Her raven black hair carelessly falling on her shoulders. Her face radiating the warmest glow I have ever seen in my life. Her lips are as red as a cherry and is slightly curved in a small smile.
Fingers snapped in front if my eyes and I blinked as if I woke up from a trance. Freen is already standing in front of me with a quizzical look on her face. I hastily looked around but Charlotte was nowhere to be found.
"What's up with you?"
Freen said. I looked at her and opened my mouth to explain but no words came out. I felt like I am in a state of shock. A very bad position to be in if you are the highest ranking assasin in the world. I steadied myself by leaning on the trolley where all my luggages are, took a deap breath and explained to her in a low voice what happened.
She listened intently without interrupting.
"Let's go."
Was all she said before cautiously looking around and pushing her own trolley. I followed her in silence and we did not have any conversation until we reached out first hideout.
It was an apartment in the middle of Paris. Yes. A hideout in the middle of the busy streets of Paris. It is easier to hide in plain view, that is why.
It was a small apartment with two bedrooms. The walls are beige and brown in color. It was clean and smells like freshly baked breads and jam due to the fact that it is conveniently located just above a pastry shop. The vibe of the place is giving me the 1970's feels.
Freen started check the walls for something immediately. She was also the techy kind of assasin and she is really good at it. Only second to me, of course. I scanned the room and spotted a small spot in the corner of the ceiling.
"Let's put a projector up there. We only have one. That spot will cover most of the living room."
I said while pointing my finger at the small spot I was referring to. Freen followed my gaze and nodded. She pressed a button on one of her gray suitcase and it opened revealing an array of gadgets.
"It would take all day for me to set things up here. You might want to start something on your own for the meantime."
She said while fidgeting. I crossed my arms before answering.
"Are you ordering me around?"
I said playfully. I heard her snort a little but did not answer. She is now so immersed with setting up the techs that she is ignoring me.
