I Trust You

Operation: Catch The Baddie

"It's time." Molinda mutters, her pale brown eyes trained on the small black wrist watch.

Grace hops off the bed and soothes down her clothes, flinching back when the dense smell of fabric softener invades her nose.

Molinda quickly closes the tan file and stuffs it underneath the light red pillow before grabbing the duffle bag and snaking out the door, Grace hot on her heels.

Grace and Molinda quietly move through the deserted hallway their footsteps cushioned by the dark blue carpets. The two move out the hallway and enter the quite lobby, the bustling of visitors and hotel residents gone as the moon slowly rises. Passing the lobby desk Molinda and desk step into the closed Saskia restaurant, gently closing the door behind them before rushing towards the dark restaurant kitchen.

"Hey, what's up with all the creepy painting on the wall?" Molinda asks as she take out 2 black cubes.

"Oh, the entire hotel is based on some old painter guy, something Rembrandt Van Rijn." Grace answers, watching as Molinda places the cube on either side of the silver kitchen door.

"Well, they're creepy as hell. Nobody wants to see exposed nipples when trying to eat."

Grace snorts as she leans back on the counter her heart beating against her chest as she realises  that she'll finally get to live out a real movie scene.

The smell of food and oil wafts in the air as Molinda flickers around the room, adjusting things and placing strange black cubes along the counter behind jars and containers.

The hotel doors burst open revealing the vague outline of Vincent and his tousled hair dressed in an all black Givenchy suit.

James Bond huh?

"Is everything ready?"He gruffly asks, his head turned to Molinda.

"Yes, except you shouldn't be here."

Molinda rises from her crouched position as she places her hands against her hips, her black beanie sitting comfortably on her rounded head.

"I can't just let you do whatever you want in my hotel without me knowing the gist of it." Vincent fires back, his eyes shooting icy glares at Molinda. "Now I asked if everything is ready?"

"Yes." Molinda growls out, tossing the duffel bag into one of the counters.

"Good."

Vincent then turns his head to Grace nods at his silent question.

I'm ready and trust me I won't mess up.

"I'm leaving. Good luck."

And with that he saunters out the kitchen.

"Man, he's annoying."Molinda mumbles, taking something out her back pocket.

"What's that?" Grace asks, as she twists the black object open.

"Paint."

"What are we going to do with that?"

"Put it on our faces."

Grace eyes spring open as she slowly backs away from Molinda.

"No way. I already left my poor babies in the safe, changed out my bomb outfit and put on these things now you want to paint my face. No!"

"It's so that we blend into the dark."

"Girl, I'm black. I naturally blend." Grace fires back.

"Well, not enough."

With that, she smears a glob onto Grace cheeks quickly rubbing it around her eyes, on her nose, temple and chin before smearing some on herself too.