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⤟𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝘂𝘀⤠ ⸻
SMOKE PUFFED FROM BETWEEN THE PALE LIPS, swirling beautifully through the air. before it got too far, the white haired woman swallowed it back up.
tapping progressively got faster, yet it didn't bother the woman. she kept sitting there, her left hand lazily pressed against the metal box, her right swaying the pipe between her fingers.
"do you need something number five?" she sighed, rolling her head to look at the young boy.
her ears rung as the boy finally spoke up, stopping his incessant pacing, "tell me something." his eyes met hers, hard and controlled.
she smirked, tilting her head as she nodded for him to continue.
"Neptune Sterrenstof-" the woman sat straight up, her attention suddenly taken, "ah you do- how do you know her?"
the handler grinned, her eyes shining in greed as she jumped off the metal box. her heels clinked the smooth concrete, her tall body looming over the teenager.
"do you have her?"
Five glared up at the disgusting woman, swatting her hand away when it tried to caress his cheek. "answer the question."
"she's of high priority. do you have her?"
"why?" he ignored her once again, not daring to move back from her close proximity. it would be seen as weakness, he would never show that.
the old woman — who always slayed her outfits — kept her grin wide, "she's danger, number five, much like you. if you do happen to have her, it would seem you travel in packs."
"on what scale?"
"on sight."
Five swore he stopped breathing, but he didn't. he just nodded, keeping his face up to hide his panic. an assassin like him would never be caught nervous. "how come?"
on sight.
"we were given one folder when the commission was established. in it laid a single paper, all that was on it was her name. however on the back it said to kill her before she activates her powers."
