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𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐄
ELEANOR
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Victor was all sorts of suave as he grinned at the burly, Asian man in the all-black suit which he could have a tattoo on his forehead spelling out 'security' and still be identified as one. I held in my breath, chewing my cheeks as Victor continued to respond to the man's questions. I was never the one to be calm and collected when on purpose. Heck, this was my first official mission ever. So if anything, my nerves were on fire with the stress I was being offered.
'Yes, that's me,' Victor said, passing the keycard to the room to him, 'and this is my very stunning wife, Hannah.'
I mustered a flirty grin. He kept touching me and I honestly wanted to stomp him hard on where the sun didn't shine. This time, his hand brushed over my shoulder as he tugged a tendril in my hair.
'A darling, isn't she?' He cooed to the man as he scanned the keycard over a panel behind a podium. 'She loves to dress up for these things. I hate 'em.'
'May I see your IDs?' The man requested Victor with monotonous eyes and Victor scoured through his dark, dress jacket to retrieve his identification. I felt my heart pick up pace as I drew mine out of the purse that contained my reactor core, passing it to Victor. No one else saw it but I saw his slim fingers roll against one another on his side and watched it flow a deep blue. As if on cue, the security nodded in acceptance after a quick glance at us.
'Sir, madam,' he passed the cards back. 'Enjoy your evening.'
'Oh, we will,' Victor said and winked at me when I gripped him by the ends of his blazer, yanking him in. 'You know what I mean.'
As soon as we cleared security and wedged bast bouncers, it felt like I could finally let the tight knot in my stomach unwind. My clasp over Victor's arm slackened as we entered the previously blocked club space, which had been transformed into a colloquial discotheque area for clandestine pursuits. To the common eye, the place would look normal but deceivingly, I could spot some familiar faces on the register of SHIELD's wanted list.
'Wow,' I looked to the chandelier that dangled in front of my eyes, feeling the warmth from meters away. For a club this shady, it had a class of its own. Eyes fell on Victor and me when we entered the balcony platform, looking over the second storey dance hall that was already bustling with people.
