⇝ Dᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ Dᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ⇜ -ᴛᴏʀɴ x ᴀʀᴀʙᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

"Well, I suppose you've been briefed on the mission?" Serene asked politely, sparing Zeke a quick glance as she gathered up the papers and shifted to the seat opposite him. "Sorry, it just seems ridiculous to sit five metres away when there's only two of us in this room," she explained, resting her head on her palm as she flipped one of the papers over for him to read. "Cash, apartment, plane tickets, equipment, that'll all be provided," she summarised, running her finger down the small print. "Now we just need a plan of action, which is basically me getting access to the blueprints and you killing off the targets. That's what this meeting is for: our cover story and learning about each other."

Sitting up straight, Serene caught his eye and smirked. "Let's get started, shall we? First, how do you usually assassinate? Poison? Rifles? Have you had any missions as high-risk as this one before? And do you think we can pass off as brother and sister?" She rattled off the questions as they came to her mind, her mouth pursing slightly as she considered the last one.

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Zeke gave a nod, catching the folder as it slid towards him. He opened it, eyes scanning it's contents as Serene spoke. However, his head lifted when she said, 'learning about each other'. Zeke slowly lifted an eyebrow, gently setting the folder down and folding his arms across his chest. Zeke couldn't help but smirk at her questions. "You have no idea, do you?" The assassin sighed, "It all depends on how much time we have, and how close the target is. If we have something akin to a few weeks, and the target is a social butterfly, poison would be the way to go. However, if we had a few days to get rid of them and they didn't really come out as much, I think I'd much rather put a bullet through their head. Really, it all depends on the target. Or, in this case; targets." At her last two questions Zeke gave a small shake of his head. "Yes to the first, no to the second. If you haven't noticed, hun, I'm not Korean."

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Catching Zeke's eye, Serene almost groaned out loud at the sheer ludicrousness of her question. When had her brain stopped functioning? "Well," she hurriedly amended, clearing her throat and straightening in her seat, "you have a point there. Honeymooning couple it is then, I've heard Switzerland is gorgeous." She paused for a moment, twirling at a lock of hair with her finger and wishing she had a glass of water to wash her embarrassment away. I've definitely been away from society and decent human interaction for too long, she sighed inwardly.

"Anyway, we do have a few weeks, as it is, since I'm not likely to steal the blueprints out from under the minister's nose on the second day. Poison would probably be much cleaner anyway, you have those near untraceable ones, don't you?" Leaning forward again, Serene gave a small, mischievous smile. "I guess you'll have to sit around and wait while I retrieve all the information and do all the important stuff. No killing before that, think you can handle that?"

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Zeke watched, amused as she adjusted herself in the chair. It was obvious that she didn't realize her mistake till now, but he'd let it slide. "Sounds like a plan to me, Mrs. Felares." He teased slightly, giving her a playful wink. If he was going to have to live with her for a while, she might as well just get used to his teasing. "Of course, I'm not some idiot who doesn't clean up after himself." Zeke said, slightly cross. He had used poison before, and had made the mistake once by not buying it from a black market. "No killing beforehand? Great. This is going to be no fun at all." He muttered under his breath. When are we heading out? I have a few things to take care of before we leave."

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene rolled her eyes, but she was clearly amused. "At least Felares is a cool-sounding surname," she said dryly, "which you had nothing to do with, of course." Taking the folder back, she extracted a plane ticket from between a few sheets of paper and handed it to Zeke. "We leave tomorrow night so we can start the mission upon touchdown. I hope you sleep well on planes." She herself didn't, actually, and often spent most of her night flights turning restlessly in the seat; she paid for it in the following days though.

"If that's it, then I'll be heading home to prepare as well," Serene concluded, standing up and offering a second handshake. "I'll be seeing you around soon." She headed for the door, but paused with her hand on the handle and turned. "You can kill anyone who's on our trail, as long as you keep it quiet. The higher-ups have warned that Switzerland suspects something like this is imminent, so just keep a lookout." Almost as an afterthought, she added, "Plus it'll give you something useful to do." Opening the door, she left without another word.

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"Of course not." Zeke said with a small chuckle when she mentioned his surname. He took the papers from Serene and he looked over the tickets before folding them up gingerly. "Eh, never really liked planes. But I'll manage." As she offered a second handshake, he clasped his hand over hers and gave it a single but firm shake, letting go afterwards. "It was a pleasure." Zeke called out before she exited the room, hands now in his pockets. Off to Switzerland we go... Zeke quickly packed up his papers, placing them into a small bag before following her out the door a few moments later.

[arabmorgan]

{ After your next post, shall we skip to arriving at the airport? Unless Zeke has special poisons or something to prepare c;}

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

By the time Serene reached the small apartment she called home, it was nearly midnight. Clad in shorts and a t-shirt, with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, she dragged a suitcase out from the back of her closet and dumped it unceremoniously on the floor. She spent about half an hour gathering the necessities for her trip: clothes, toiletries, ammunition, pepper spray and the like, which were set haphazardly on the closed suitcase and around it on the floor. With a faint air or exhaustion about her, she then flopped on her bed with a happy sign. Everything else could be done the next morning.

Before a minute had passed, though, Serene was out of bed again and reaching into one of the dresser drawers. She stared at the documentation for her employment as the minister's new secretary for a moment before laying it on the pile of things on the floor. "Almost forgot you," she muttered to herself, laying down on the bed again. Before she fell asleep, her mind drifted to her new partner; he was interesting, to say the least, and rather attractive, if she wanted to elaborate. Harden your heart, girl, she reminded herself sternly. The mission must be completed at all costs.

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{ we can just skip. c:

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Zeke pulled up to a small three-star hotel, killing the engine of his pickup. With a small sigh, he got out of his car and started to walk towards his room. He was used to packing and getting out in no time, so getting ready wasn't the problem. It was more of, getting to sleep without jumping at every noise he heard. When he entered his room, by force of habit he glanced around behind the door before continuing inside. He quickly tossed everything he needed into two separate bags. One, held some of his clothes with a few bits of ammunition and other personal items while the other was solely business. He had gingerly placed some of his concoctions along with a few weapons of his choice into the bag before zipping it up and placing it next to his bed. Zeke sat down onto his bed, leaning up against the headboard as his mind drifted towards his new partner. He was never one for 'group work'. He preferred to do things alone, but for some odd reason...he was excited about this trip. "No. You’re not." Zeke corrected himself with slightly narrowed eyes. The last thing he needed was some woman to look after all the time.

[arabmorgan]

{ I'm off to bed; till tomorrow! :3 }

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

In the cab on the way to the airport, Serene ran through the list of things she absolutely needed once more, hoping she hadn't forgotten anything. Not that she would have time to go back to retrieve any forgotten item, but it made her feel better knowing she had everything. She cast a glance over at the near-overflowing suitcase next to her and the handbag on her lap with a raised eyebrow; Zeke was sure to have something to say about that. It simply baffled Serene how men packed so light and actually survived their trips.

Finally, the cab pulled up at the terminal and Serene hurried through the sliding doors after paying the fare, a blast of air-conditioning hitting her in the face. There was roughly 45 minutes to takeoff, ample time to check-in and meet Zeke. As she walked, she slid her arms into the sleeves of her suit-jacket, reveling in the comfort of its familiar fabric. It was almost her signature item: totally chic when worn over almost anything, with more than enough hiding places for any weapons without being so thick as to give her heatstroke.

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Zeke pulled out a few bucks and handed them to the taxi driver, giving the man a half smile before turning to look at the airport. Serene should be here any minute now, so I might as well go inside. He thought to himself, putting his arms through his dark leather jacket. It was one of his more signature items, seeing as he could carry a pistol beneath it. Also, it "I hope she has clearance for all this crap." Zeke muttered in an undertone as he started to lug his stuff towards the front of the airport. He wasn't really sure on how they were going to pull off being a honeymooning couple seeing as they had just met the day before. Interesting. That was the only word he could come up with that made any sense of the situation.