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I abandoned this story

(My friend Tradigitalsouthpaw is going to REWRITE this entire story (24 fucking pages) and I wish them all the fucking luck. I gave up with this story so if you can read this entire chapter and not get bored, you have too much time on your hands.. anyways.. enjoy I guess?)

Two people walked down a corridor of an office building, a light haired brunette woman and a blonde male, both talking quietly about the job they're going to be interviewed for, discussing the male on the paper. The woman, listening to the male chuckled softly at one of the jokes before they appeared in front of a door that she firmly knocked on.

"Come in" The voice said, sounding male-like

The two entering the room looked at the drab looking office, taking their respective seats, the person looked at them, raising a brow at the woman taking notice of her figure of being busty in two places. Staring a bit longer, they shook their head at her making an off handed comment towards her in their native tongue

Looking at them unamused, the woman crossed her arms, seeing they were one of those interviewers and spoke in their native tongue as she spoke in their language before reverting to English.

"Who do you need us to kill or return alive?" She asked, her emerald eyes piercing the interviewer in theirs,

"Women shouldn't be in this field. It's a MAN'S job. Not a woman's." He retorted before he turned his gaze to the male with similar emerald-like eyes "Woman, am I right?" he asked,

Scoffing, the male shook his head, his voice being heavily Russian-accented. "Bezidez dhe boind, dhiz 'voman' is zomeone yuu zhouldndt dare mezz widh." He said, casting a glance towards her before looking back towards the male.

"Tch, typical. A couple.." He said before pulling out a folder with the target in question, "Vilen Volkov.. Age thirty-nine and around 6'5, two hundred and fifty in weight. Notorious for drowning his victims. Retrieve alive or dead."

Looking towards the woman, the male scoffed, "As for you, ma'am, you think you can handle this job?"

Looking at the photo of the male she and her comrade were to take out, nodded confidently, in her native tongue spoke a single word, "Tak..."

"Very well then, I bid you both a successful mission." they said,

Getting up, the two left, once far enough, the woman twitched her lips clearly annoyed, "I swear if we ever call up another job we're asking if they're fucking sexist, Makar." She said with a huff.

Looking at her, Makar lightly placed a hand on her shoulder, "Galm down, Bazzion. Dhey're juzd zdugk in dhad mindzed, and gan'd really ghange dhad." He said before pulling her into a tight hug. "Now, led'z get dhis bazdard." Makar said in an attempt to distract her as they walked to the ship to get themselves ready.

Smiling at Makar, Passion chuckled slightly. "Alright, you know it is a bad idea to tell a lady to calm down." She said, making Makar roll his eyes until they reached the ship to get their respective weapons. Finishing up with getting her blades and stab-proof vest on, headed out to the dock of the ship to wait for Makar who came out moments later.

Walking with him, Passion, looking out towards the sea, wondering how many people have had that fate of drowning, shaking her head slightly noticed something off, a feeling of the two of them being stalked. Looking around subtly for the person who was tracking them, before she noticed them, a male with short light brown hair, pale skin and muscular was watching them in the distance. Unsure if they were the target they were looking for, nudged Makar to alert him about the stalker. Nodding her head to the left subtly to indicate someone following them. Looking around himself, Makar soon spotted the individual, his eyes widening slightly before muttering in Russian and taking her by the hand and quickly leading her through alleyways until they were at a more lively spot.