What if an assassin had been sent to shoot the Black Kaiser after his screw up in India ? Based on Polar movie with Mads Mikkelsen, with reminiscence of Tristan (King Arthur 2004)
Hey ! So I've seen 'Polar' with the excellent Mads Mikkelsen. Didn't like the movie much, too graphic for me. But... it was an excellent occasion to write about my favourite couple, aka Frances and Tristan. I hope you enjoy. This will be a short story.
'Blam'
The file landed on the table like the mighty sword of Damoclès. Frozen, Shadow swallowed her mouthful of coffee – yuck, she hated coffee ! – to repress the shudder than ran up her spine. The Black Kaiser. They wanted her to kill the Black Kaiser. Duncan Vizla. Heaven be damned... But her persona, the indifferent cold-hearted killer, must hold. The organization she worked with could turn against her in the blink of an eye if they saw her falter. But how could she not ?
— "There was an incident, we face a diplomatic crisis."
Shadow squinted behind her huge sunglasses, her eyes travelling across the blonde woman that faced her. Long honey waves styled like a 50's movie stards, bright blue eyes, heart shaped face and a body to kill for tightly wrapped in a dress... and fear in her eyes. Picking up the file, Shadow gave her target one last look before she closed it in a swift gesture. Unafraid, and act for the fidgety gorgeous blond woman who faced her.
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But inside, her mind was screaming. For those eyes, those cheekbones were her only memory of... before. Or the recurring dreams of a past life, perhaps, or ancestors she didn't know. Tristan, the knight she had loved until his demise... How had she recognized him in a simple glance ? Easy, the picture didn't hide his eyes nor the proeminent cheekbones. Neither his non existent eyebrows that created two faint shadows that emphasised his steady gaze. This gaze that danced in her mind more often than not. Aside from the nightmares, that is.
And he was her next target. Who would the man be, today ? A ruthless, hateful killer like herself ? Did he deserve to die ? Probably so... By her hand ? That would be the ultimate irony.
— "You have a month", Vivian stated.
Shadow nodded. If she didn't manage in 30 days, they would send another. And another until the man lay splattered on the walls of his own house. A pity, for he rather cut a handsome figure. Steeling herself, Shadow gazed at the pin-up through her dark sunglasses.
— "I'll find him", she said, her voice unwavering as she stood.
The blond woman seemed to swallow. Personal connection to the man then... had she slept with him ? A surge of jealousy sprang through her chest, repressed at once. The blonde was afraid, as she should be.
— "Be careful. His skill is unmatched", she said.
— "So is mine", she purred.
All muscles coiled, dressed in tight fitting black leather from head to toe, Shadow nodded to the blond pin-up. Who, in this nasty business, had never heard about the Black Kaiser ? Government and officials trembled before him... even his bosses kept him happy to prevent from watching over their shoulders. It made sense, really, for Tristan had been the fiercest of warriors. No pity, no mercy for the enemy. People kept out of his way.
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She merged in the shadows of the coffee house, the folder tightly clutched in her hand.
