!!!COMPLETED!!!
Book I
"So.. you'r' tailor?" he asked and raised an eyebrow at her.
"And you're a spy." She said looking at him pointedly and picking up the scissors and twirling them in her delicate fingers. Letting her eyes fall down to the table...
Making her way to the shooting range, she couldn't stop but to wonder who might be the next Lancelot. She was pretty sure that the girl from earlier also was one of the candidates.
Walking in the range she putted the bag on the table and wandered to the speaker in the wall that she, so specifically, had asked for. Shuffling through her playlist took some time, way too hard to choose. Connecting her phone, she putted on one of her favorite „shooting" songs.
Pulling the suit out from the bag she went to the target and putted the suit on the mannequin making it sure that it had no creases. Such beauty needed to be handled accordingly. This suit has to be one of her favorites this week. Taking a step back from the mannequin she looked at it. Who will be the next one wearing it? Letting her hands run down the shoulders of it she looked at it proudly. It was almost painful to shoot at such fine piece of clothing. Walking around it she checked if backside was looking alright. Smoothing out some creases she looked over its left shoulder, her eyes glued to the table of guns. Stepping in front of it one last time she looked at the guns once more.
Holding a gun and testing if a suit is bulletproof is one thing. Standing in front of a target and being the one to be shot at, is completely other thing. And dying wasn't a word in her vocabulary even if she was way too familiar with it.
Making her way back to the table with guns, she looked down at them. Reaching for the black gloves and the headset to protect her ears she picked up the smallest gun on the table. Looking at it she let her eyes wander back to the table one more time. Her attention caught by the standard issued Kingsman pistol. The black gun always has been her favorite from all of them. With small smirk spreading on her face she picked it up instead. Holding it from one hand to other she let herself get accustomed to it. Stretching her hands out in front of her and correcting her stance she let out a satisfied sighed. This had to be the best part of her tailoring job.
And taking her aim she shot without a stop.
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