“Rebecca, why must you make things more complicated than they need be?” He leans over her shoulder and she can smell his musky brown leather jacket. Her fingers fly over the touchpad of her phone, sending signals to the elevator door to jam each one except the one they’re using to escape.
“You know I love to make things hard for you, Volpe.” She turns her head slightly to grin at him, and he’s so close that their lips almost brush. The purple colour of his irises is muted by the shadows in these empty corporate offices, but she knows how intensely they can burn.
The elevator arrives before either one of them can make a move and they enter in unison, pulling on the same security guard disguises they’d used to get in. With all of the information on the company’s hard drives stored in her briefcase and all the cash from the boss’s wall safe stored in his, they walk completely undetected right out the front doors; the greatest hacker and thief pair in the eastern hemisphere.
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“Really Ms. Vespucci, being uncooperative will only make things harder for you.” Warren tilted her head upwards, smiling pleasantly. She gave one last half-hearted tug at her bound hands and settled exhausted back against her chair.
“Who are you?” She spat while tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “Where am I?”
Her voice echoed back from the cool white-tiled walls. Warren took a moment more to admire her legendary visage, so fierce and helpless in his grasp. He backed away, taking up tablet and stylus once more to add additional notes to her file.
“The question you should be asking, Ms. Vespucci, is what I’m going to do with you, now that I have you.”
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She’d died. She knew it, she’d felt it, she was beginning to accept it. But the problem was that she was not just a human woman.
She was the Chalice. Always and forever.
Before her death, the bloodline had not continued. When she woke again, it was to the strange white world of patterns and fog. The realm of the mind; a world made of memory and between.
She’d waited there, for alwaysforever some time until he’d found her.
He thought she was a mistake in the worldrealm at first, but as they’d spoken he’d learned that she was no 'error', and she had learned that she could trust him with her storytruthlife.
He was an assassin sohesaid like that other man, oneshelovedonewhofailedtosaveher so she told him.
Mini-Fills: Rebecca/La Volpe, Vidic/Christina, Adha/Erudito
“You know I love to make things hard for you, Volpe.” She turns her head slightly to grin at him, and he’s so close that their lips almost brush. The purple colour of his irises is muted by the shadows in these empty corporate offices, but she knows how intensely they can burn.
The elevator arrives before either one of them can make a move and they enter in unison, pulling on the same security guard disguises they’d used to get in. With all of the information on the company’s hard drives stored in her briefcase and all the cash from the boss’s wall safe stored in his, they walk completely undetected right out the front doors; the greatest hacker and thief pair in the eastern hemisphere.
-----
“Really Ms. Vespucci, being uncooperative will only make things harder for you.” Warren tilted her head upwards, smiling pleasantly. She gave one last half-hearted tug at her bound hands and settled exhausted back against her chair.
“Who are you?” She spat while tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “Where am I?”
Her voice echoed back from the cool white-tiled walls. Warren took a moment more to admire her legendary visage, so fierce and helpless in his grasp. He backed away, taking up tablet and stylus once more to add additional notes to her file.
“The question you should be asking, Ms. Vespucci, is what I’m going to do with you, now that I have you.”
-----
She’d died. She knew it, she’d felt it, she was beginning to accept it. But the problem was that she was not just a human woman.
She was the Chalice. Always and forever.
Before her death, the bloodline had not continued. When she woke again, it was to the strange white world of patterns and fog. The realm of the mind; a world made of memory and between.
She’d waited there, for
alwaysforeversome time until he’d found her.He thought she was a mistake in the worldrealm at first, but as they’d spoken he’d learned that she was no 'error', and she had learned that she could trust him with her storytruthlife.
He was an assassin
sohesaidlike that other man,oneshelovedonewhofailedtosaveherso she told him.She told him everything.
And he believed her.