The Spy I Loved

The Start

Seto wiped the sweat from his brow, he struggled in the gym. He pounded the heavy red bag, taught arm muscles lengthening as the bandaged fists slammed mercilessly onto the white mark. His baggy grey, muscle top now clung to his defined abs. He finished with a large swing, and slowly watched the bag swing. He picked up a white towel and hung it round his neck before walking out of the gym and along the plush dark blue corridor before entering a large bathroom complete with dark, mottled stone walls and a black floor. The shower was as big as a room in itself. Seto turned on the jet spray as he stripped naked. Steam slowly enveloped the room. Seto resided to his thoughts, he craved the touch of someone he couldn't have.
He gently touched his own hip and gently touched his own lips. He desired it. Seto for the first time let a tear roll over his cheek mixed in with the soft foam that traced it's way from his head. He grunted strongly and vigorously scrubbed his body. With a silent sigh he left the bathroom wrapped in a towel. The emotionless line of a smile returned.

An hour had passed and Seto was sat in his office, the tv above displaying the news. Seto wore casual black jeans, a white shirt rolled to the sleeves and a dark brown fossil belt. He stared endlessly into space, flicking the card that lay on the table repeatedly. His ears perked towards the tv and he grabbed the remote turning the volume up, "Duel King Yami has been kidnapped-" as if timed to perfection the desk phone began to ring.
Seto's hand grasped the plastic casing and pressed it to his ear. "Kaiba Corp. Kaiba speaking." There was a crack of static and another voice answered. "Agent S. We need you to report now." the line died and Seto rushed from the office, tails of his coat flying back with his acceleration across the office floor.

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Seto stood dressed in black, black turtle neck, black jeans, black trainers. He had a handgun strapped under his top and knives hidden in his belt. Other than that he appeared fairly standard, for a casual dinner party. Seto's hair had been dyed with washin-washout green and had applied brown contacts. His face had been contoured to give a even more severe appearance.
He left the black cab and approached a restaurant. Silhouettes of a partt being held were visible in the windows. He approached the long red carpet and strolled up to the guard, handing him a small invitation card. He smiled and directed him inside.
It was humid, the scent of perfume and posh wine saturated the thick air. Ladies were dressed in dainty dresses or skirts and the odd jumpsuit. Wereas the men wore jeans and the odd suit. After accumulating a glass of champagne and a canopé the gentleman walked towards a very beautiful woman. She sat alone, a glass of red wine in hand. He smiled and settled next to her. He conjured a German accent and turned to her "Roland Adlersflügel, and you are?" He pecked her hand with his lips. "Avril Musgrave. Lady Avril Musgrave." Seto smirked. "So Lady Musgrave, I'm looking for Lord Matthew Gray." She smiled. "My brother, you must be his new business partner. He has a new investment, that hopefully should crush duel monsters. I can show you if you like?"
Seto smiled even though inside he was seething with anger, "I'd love to Lady Musgrave." She took his hand, "Right this way, and please it's Avril..."