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Alex's dark green eyes skid back to Isis, firmly.
"There's too many." Isis shakes her head. "Besides that isn't how DarkOp, operates. We only kill the target. No collateral."
Alex gives a quick sigh, not wanting to say what he had to. "DarkOp is gone." He says with heavy regret.
She shoves him away, making him slide across the floor. "No jokes right now."
"I'm not joking."
"You're bored since you're all corporate now and can't take on a mission, you're trying to steal mine."
He chuckles at her fueling face. "Who says the head of office can't have fun?"
"Business does...speaking of which, you need to fuck off of." Isis pulls a handgun from the backside of her jeans, pointing it at him. Warningly. Sending a signal. Alex grins, finding this cute. She approaches the door, with the gun still on him.
"There are 168 armed agents out there."
"I doubt that they're all protecting her....I know a spy when I see one." Isis opens the door, only to find it to stop halfway. Alex's shoe blocks it. "Move...or it's your balls going across the floor next." A menacing growl hints her voice.
"You need to trust me." Alex says softly.
"We're not kids anymore...there's no such thing as trust as an adult." Isis yanks the door up, wedging it against his shoe.
"That's dark...even for you." He slams the door completely. "Maybe this life had ran its course. Have you taught about leaving it behind yet?"
"Really?? You think right now is a good time to pop the question?!" She shouts aggressively. "No means no...I'm not cut out for a house wife....for a womanly duty. So stop asking."
"You need protection."
She laughs hysterically. "What's your death count again...320 lower then my toll, right?"
"I mean out there." He rolls his eyes.
"DarkOp-"
"IS GONE!!" Alex cuts her off, highly frustrated. "When did you last hear from them? A week ago right? You don't find that strange?"
"That isn't a first for me....I've gone months on radio silence before...Frank knows I work best alone."
"He's dead...he hasn't contact you because he's dead."
She pulls at the doorknob, dismissing him. "Circle 7 should be gone as well...it is a rookie."
"A rookie in modern times." He corrects her. "That really doesn't mean my company is adolescent."
"5 years isn't..." The pounding music ends outside the door. Alex pauses. Isis twists the knob.
"Stop." He hisses in a whisper, then places a finger to his ear. Fear takes over his eyes. His arms wring around Isis's waist, retreating from the door in a jump.
The two twirl in the air.
As beeping fills the silence. An explosion goes off...blasting into the room.
