Assante POV:
"Banjo, m'ehdamn," a quiche french boy said to you as you exited your private jet at Charles the gull airport in Paris.
You tilted your shades down and checked him out.
"Who are you?" you asked.
"I'm Alecks," he replied. "Autumn sent me to show you around."
You turned to the nearest mirror to checked yourself out. Your hips were big today because it was that time of the month but you liked the way they looked on you anyways. You were wearing your fave camo Mossimo trench, perfect for the espionage look. Underneath the trench you had nothing on except your fave diva cup and a tattoo saying "Maneater", inspired by your favorite singer Nelly Fritata. Your shoes were clunky combat boobs with knives hidden in them in case you needed to defend yourself.
"Mees...shall we ride my vespa to the hotel now?" Alecks asked, handing you a helmet. You let the helmet slip through your hands as he handed it to you, dropping it on the ground.
"That won't be necessary," you replied, flipped your shades back on and walked off towards the metro.
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While on the the metro you called Autumn on your spy watch. A hologram of her curvacious body appeared. She was whereing a floor length silky red dress and lots of diamonds.
"Any signs of him?" Autumn asked.
"Nothing--" you started to say, but stopped yourself when out of the a corner of your eye you saw him...
"Goota go boss. X," you said, and hung up.
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ARTHUR NOTE:
Hey my little cracker BITCHES (new fandom name), its me.
