Whispers in the night

Dual Ops

A/N: Just so y'all know: Long chapter is loooong. So you might want to make yourselves comfy.

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It wasn't so much that Faith didn't like the food in front of her as it was the idiot sitting across from her. Her last hit had been 5 seconds ago and she'd gotten away with blood all over her hands, it was late now, and she was rather tired, luckily she'd hidden her weapons and entered a fast food restaurant through the back to get cleaned up in the staff bathrooms, getting changed quickly into a crop top and some jeans, putting her bodysuit in the backpack that had held her casual clothing, she had ordered something seeing as she'd only eaten a few power bars before the hit, but this food didn't exactly look appetising. She'd only ordered some fries seeing as she didn't really fancy a burger.

She picked up a single chip from the little box they came in, examining it with a curious eye, and looked in disgust, again at the man across from her at the other table. He had no problem in shovelling these chips -along with a burger- down his throat. She sighed and gave in, placing the chip in her mouth, grimacing what was to come, slowly starting to chew it.

And the result, was not as bad as she'd thought.

It actually didn't taste as bad as she believed it would.

Well... shit.

She gave herself a small smile and swallowed the morsel. Continuing to eat the fries before her without the initial fuss she had expressed before. Hell, she might even try a burger next.

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Ducking the attempted whack of the gun, the male furry, well dog furry to be precise, kicked upwards, hitting his assailant square on the chin. There was a pleasing crack as the mans neck broke from the force of the kick, and he fells backwards onto the floor with a loud thump. The furry who had been ambushed looked around, his eye scanning around the rest of the ones who had attacked. No one was left alive after that. And of that, he was glad. Walking over to his last opponent's lifeless form, he bent down and scooped up the pistol still held in his foes hand.

His enemy had dropped his clips and had emptied the remainder of it in various places, he had taken to using it as a club. It obviously hadn't worked for him.

He had only taken a walk in the park to free his mind of it's recent stress, and then these assholes had to come and get him. He really didn't appreciate Talon Company saying hello every now and then. And if they were going to kill, at least get some guys that could put up a decent fight against a guy with one eye. Maybe he shouldn't go taking walks in the park late at night either.

His ears perked up as there was a crunch of gravel behind, and he whipped about to block a punch, just. He was looking into the persons eyes for only a second before he ducked a roundhouse kick and blocked a second punch. He attempted to return a few knocks back to his new attacker but they were brushed aside like nothing. He narrowly missed his enemy with a kick, and his second one was caught as he was thrown to the side, landing roughly on his back.

His attempt to get back up was stopped when a fist smacked across his face and he was pinned down with a knife to his throat.

"Move and I kill you." Said the voice, it was female. Damn, he had got his ass kicked by a girl.

"Listen.." He tried to reason, his tail brushing around slightly, but the knife was only pressed against his throat a little harder.

"No. You listen." She said sternly, "You're gonna tell me what BLACK plans on doing about Dimitri Beketov and when they plan on doing it, or I will kill you."