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Entry Hall
Mason walked into the hall he looked around he was wearing a black tux with a bow tie
Kate looked up from leaning over the front desk. She turned from the person she was talking to, her eyes locked on the new guy like a hungry predator.
he looked at her and walked up to the desk"hello..how are you today?"
The man behind the desk smiled obligingly at him as Kate stayed silent, raising an eyebrow. "And what is your business here?"the man asked politely.
"well i recieved a letter in the mail the other day"he handed her the letter
She rolled her eyes, glancing at it for half a second. "Come on"she said, walking off as her heels clicked loudly
he nodded and followed her
"What's your name kid?" She asked firmly, glancing back at him.
"Mason..Mason Don Kid"he smiled
"Hm"she responded, hitting the button on the elevator and turning to him. "How's your aim?"
"i got an 87% on my test"he walked into the elevator
She scoffed, stepping in the elevator and turning to face him. "Mediocre. I'm surprised you got it"
"well then"he stopped and watched the floors go by
"How many languages?"she asked, her cutting eyes locked on him
"Swedish,German,English,and Spanish"he still stood there
She stepped off, eyeing him. "Good start. But you'll need to learn a few non western languages. Come on. To the shooting range"she walked ahead, the hips on her dress swinging.
Mason followed close behind
Eve sat behind the front desk, filing papers.
Bond walked in behind her, frowning. "What the bloody hell makes you say that?"
He walked down the hall, leading her. "Follow me. And beyond being presuming, what the..what did I do to you?" he questioned, loosening his tie with two fingers.
They stepped into the elevator, and he hit the switch to shut it off so they stood unmoving in the shaft. "That is NOT how I act. When you spend a lifetime pretending about everything from being on missions, your real emotions don't appear often." he frowned, then rubbed the back of his neck, playing with his tie. "I don't believe that. I believe you are greater than me. You certainly have never killed, or shot, or watched someone you love betray you and die. So do not tell me who I am," he narrowed his eyes and frowned, turning away quickly and fixing his tie as he flipped the switch again, making the elevator resume its climb.
He let his gaze fall upon her, smirking weakly. "At least I have the decency to thank someone and to look them in the eye," he answered, stepping out into a long busy hall and shaking a man's hand as he rushed by, muttering a few words.
He turned around, walking backwards and watching her. "See what you're doing now? That's what it's like for me- every moment"
He chuckled, reaching out and putting his arm around her. "Absolutely"
He shrugged, withdrawing his arm and fixing his sleek suit jacket.
"I'm sorry?" he asked, smirking in her direction.
He nodded solemnly, leading her to a door and opening it.
Shawny strode in with feline grace, file still under her arm as she looked for her handler. Anja? That was what Q must have said.
Anja was sitting on the desk of a receptionist, and she nudged her. Anja stood, spinning around to look at the newcomer, her eyes studying her like an open book.
Eyes sharp, Shawny glided over to her, stride confident. "Anja, I presume." She held out a manicured hand.
She took it and shook her hand with a strong, firm grip once before letting go and walking off. She stopped halfway down the hall and looked back. "Well come on!" She called.
"Yes, dear." The blonde retorted, following after with a purposeful stride.
She scowled down at her before continuing to walk, not knowing what she had said but assuming it was rude. "Let us see how you shoot, shall we?"
Shawny smirked. "We shall." Touchy wasn't she?
She opened the door to the gun range with an eye scan, silently walking in ahead of her.
Shawny's eyes sparkled; she looked like a kid in a candy shop. Her fingers twitched at her sides.
She picked up two heavy Russian sniper rifles easil
easily, handing one to the girl and pointing to a target. The gun range spanned the length of the building and she motioned to the farthest, tossing her earphones.
With adroit fingers, Shawny pulled on the earphones and examined the rifle. She tested the weight for a brief moment, then turned and fired. One shot. Right in the dead center of the target. Her lips quirked upward.
She looked up, picking up binoculars from the wall. "You hit the edge"she declared, laying newly flat behind her own rifle and taking mere heartbeats before sucking in a breath, holding it and firing. "Bullseye"she called, not even bothering to look through the binoculars before handing them to the girl.
"Please. I don't need you to tell me a blatant lie. I know I hit the center. I'm sure you did as well-- you are much more trained than I." Nevertheless, Shawny takes the binoculars. Yes, two shots in the center. Firing a gun was as easy as breathing to the sleek blonde. She had always possessed full, but effortless awareness, able to stop her own heartbeat for a full five seconds.
She nodded. "Good. You can tell a lie. " she stood, replacing her fun and picking up a silenced pistol. "But. I can wing a fly with this"she answered, loading a magazine.
"I've never tried." Shawny raised her eyebrows.
She laughed, during a couple random shots boredly without looking and embedding the bullets in a dummy's head. "You get bored on missions"
"Must be the exciting life, huh..." Shawny drawled.
Anthony made his way through the entry hall and stopped when he saw Anja, who matched the small picture he found on the internet perfectly. He made it to Anja."Excuse me. I believe you may be my handler. My name is Anthony Matsumoto."
Shawny paused, eyes darting toward the newcomer. Broadshouldered and sharp-eyed, he gave off the impression of a field agent.
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