𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 | 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

42 | Near miss

"Ooo red looks good on you," Stacey squealed. Stacey is head of disguises, but i can't tell if we're sorting out disguises or playing dress up. "What about green?"

"Does it matter? i can just show up in pjs you know," i retort.

"I thought seduction was apart of the mission," she said clueless. She wasn't wrong, it was, but i was just gonna spill some love potion in his and call it a day.

"Ah you're right," can slip my secret to muggles.

"So red or green?" she asked holding up the two.

"Hmmm, that black one?" i wasn't planning on returning it. It was a short, strapless lace dress. Snake laces covered the dress. They wouldn't realise it missing would they?

"That works too i guess?" 

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"Malia, you do realize i'm to young to be in a bar right? i turn 17 in a couple weeks, but still too young," I just didn't want to be here. There's too many horny drunk men and i'm in a skimpy dress that looks too great on me and i can't kill anyone in plain sight.

"hey baby gir-"

"Fuck off Kurt, before i tell you cartel your the mole in their organisation," i love this whole charles xavier empathy thingy. Kurt suddenly sobered up and walked away without a word.

"This is best chance you have, and don't worry Agent sparrow is on your look out,"

"I said it then and i'm saying it now, all these agent code names are kinda lame. just say the name no one can hear you,"

"Ok...agent hearless"

"Harkness. Agent harkness. if you can't get it right just shut-"

"Target in sight," and with that Malia left the coms.

Game time. Obain La Russo, 48 years old, Russian. The type of Russians i hate. he's in the VIP lounge gambling away his money in a game of poker. This should be easy, i just walk in there.

I start to walk in there.

'This area isn't for sluts like you," The bouncer couldn't keep his eyes from my boobs. 

"Mmm, you forgot how to breathe," and the next thing you know he's choking and i walk through. Now all i need is a drink to spike and we-

"Hi Beautiful," Obain's hand rests on my lower back. My entire body froze.

This was a bad idea.

My breathing completely stopped.

He's dead Elliot, you killed him.

"Are you lost?" He asked. I open my speak nothing comes. If Mattheo were here-

He not here. Elliot get your shit together.

"Oh i think I'm in the right place now," I smile seductively looking at his crusty lips. Hopefully I was doing something. "Rose" I say offering a hand. I was expecting a hand shake for some good reason but his kissed my hand instead. 

"Rose," he repeated "What a beautiful name" I faked a giggled. "You must not be older than 18," god this guy was a big perv.

"Promise you won't tell?" I asked teasingly.

"With my life," he said eyeing my tits.

"I'm 17," i lied, i was almost 17. he scoffed in disbeilf.

"How about we go somewhere else. Somewhere away from everyone." he asked.

"I thought you'd never asked," and with that we pulls me away. 

God this was so stupid.

We go in and room and he slams against the door, buried in my neck. His hand getting closer to places he shouldn't touch. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips. 

"Do you wanna hear another secret Mister La Russo?" i ask in a rather sexy tone. He pulled away with a fugly ass smirk meeting my eyes.

"What is it baby?" he asked and a chuckle left my lips making his smirk wider.

"I'm going to kill you" I said with a smile.

Man i've been waiting to say that.

Before he could say anything, the gold take over my body. The Gold amour I have grown to be familiar with now. The gold fist slams against his fists breaking his jaw. He stumbles back and i jump to my feet. He lets out a lovely groan cough out blood that meets the white walls.

"Are you okay, Sir?" I continue to tease and he continue to make noises and stumble back in fear. He couldn't really talk because you know, i broke his jaw and all. The sword appears onto my hand again and before you know it his body in cut up in half, Diagonally.

Someone opens the door and the gold amour,  along with the sword, leaves. Now I looked like an ordinary girl with a rather battered disgusting dead body in the room.

"What the fuck-"

"You must be agent sparrow,"

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