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Post by Nighteye on Nov 27, 2017 18:58:46 GMT -5
Two weeks. That's how long it had been since the fight at the bar. Not that Xavier had been counting, of course. It had been two weeks since he had laid eyes on that ass, but the view was burned into his retina. And it brought a smile to his face every time he imagined that subtle, sultry switch with each step, the slow sway of those hips. The view from the side, just as great, poking out not too much, just enough, perfectly round, tight and sized. Damn. The mercenary sat quietly in the apartment he'd rented out for the night. He had another job coming up, and tonight he was using the room to study his target. He'd cleaned his sniper rifle a few hours earlier...and his other gun just a few minutes ago....so he was plenty relaxed at the moment. He sat back in the chair he'd moved to the window, just staring out into the chilled late evening. His enhanced eyes scanned the entire area around his building, watching not unlike a hawk as people moved about below. For a solid hour and a half, there was no sign of his target, which meant that the guy hadn't shown up yet. Xavier's eyes didn't miss anything.
He leaned back, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out with a chuckle. For as long as he could remember, there wasn't a woman that he couldn't charm the pants off of within a few minutes of meeting her. He had a lot going for him and he knew it. He knew exactly what to say to a woman, how to say it, and exactly what expression to have on his face. But his eyes, Xavier didn't know what created everything, God or whatever, but he thanked whatever that he was blessed with those eyes. They just melted women right on the spot. Except her. Cass wasn't impressed, or she was really good at acting like she wasn't. She was hard to read.
Xavier looked back up, and his eyes darted to what he'd been looking for the entire night. His target was two blocks away, walking past the stop sign on Marquette Boulevard. Edward Alverson was a convicted criminal who had escaped, and somehow had managed to keep out of sight of the police. Dumb fucker was jaywalking right now, so Xavier found it hard to believe that he'd stayed out of sight so long by himself. Someone had to have been helping him. He watched for a few minutes, until he noticed a woman in a blue dress pass by. She handed something off to Edward, a slip of paper, half folded over. 122 Finne was all that was visible. Finnegan Street? 122 was an apartment building, Hardcourt Meadows. It had two basketball courts out back and a small pool. Okay, so Xavier knew exactly where he was going. He took a quick glance over towards the woman in the blue dress, and got a surprise himself. A certain someone was tailing the woman now. Perfectly inconspicuous, but nothing got past Xavier's eyes. He chuckled. "Thirty four people walking around on this street tonight, never woulda thought she'd be one of them." He took aim with his sniper rifle, lowering the barrel just enough to compensate for the light winds and his finger caressed the trigger. Now it was just about waiting for the perfect moment. And there it was. Xavier squeezed the trigger, the silencer making a whisper of the shot, and the bullet traveled true, slamming through the "q" on the road sign just before Cass got to it. He knew she was smart enough to see where the bullet came from, and waited for her to look in that direction. When she saw him, he'd be waving and blowing a kiss her way. "Good to see you, sweetcheeks!" he said, though he wasn't sure if she could read his lips from there.
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Post by Cassandra Mason on Nov 28, 2017 18:58:46 GMT -5
Trouble seemed to find Cassandra even when she wasn’t looking for it. Take the woman in the blue dress, for example. She’d overheard a rather interesting phone conversation while lounging innocently in an alleyway, and her curiosity had been piqued enough to get her to follow the woman. The mercenary was bored anyway, so might as well work on her tailing skills while she had a little downtime. It never hurt to brush up on the basics. So far, the woman she was following hadn’t really done much, but Cass did happen to spot the exchange with the small piece of paper. Very interesting. She was half-tempted to pick the guy’s pocket as he passed by her, but didn’t want to arouse any suspicion.
The -tink- of metal was unexpected as a hole appeared in the sign directly in front of her as she was walking by. The hole was too big for most standard pistols to create, and there had been no sound, so that meant a long distance rifle with a silencer. Any sniper worth their salt would have hit her, if in fact she was their target. So, under the assumption that this was not just a case of incompetence, who would toy with her this way just to get her attention? There was one pair of blue eyes that came immediately to mind. In fact, the person she had in mind had done something very similar the first time they met… The fact that there was no second shot seemed to prove the first had already served its purpose. As her eyes tracked the angle of the shot back to its source, her suspicions were confirmed. Xavier was waving at her and… blowing a kiss? She assumed that’s what it was, but honestly it was a little far for her naked eye to see accurately. He could see her, though, of that much she was certain. Those eyes were for more than just making the girls swoon, after all. Sigh. She couldn’t even admit to herself the number of times that face had popped into her mind over the last two weeks. So what if the guy was kinda hot? That was no reason for her to get herself all wound up.
This could actually do more to alleviate her boredom than following some random chick on the street. She smirked as she looked in his direction. “Show off…” she said to herself with a laugh knowing he would see the lip movement. Then she had a decision to make. She could wait here by the sign for him to come to her, or… Knowing what they both did for a living, it would probably be better for them to meet somewhere private. Just in case the conversation turned to business. It would make more sense for her to go to him since he seemed to have a room in that building, but that would make it look way too much like she was interested in him. Which, of course, she wasn’t. So she leaned back against the sign he put a hole through while she waited. The expression on her face was expectant as she looked in his direction, raising a single eyebrow. He’d gotten her attention now, so the question on her mind was: what he was going to do now that he had it? Maybe he’d just wanted her to notice him without having anything in particular to discuss with her, but she figured he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to at least say hello in person.
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Post by Nighteye on Jan 5, 2018 22:22:35 GMT -5
Oh this was going to be fun. Xavier noticed her move to the sign and lean on it, but he also noticed that it took her a minute. So she was thinking, but that wasn't any surprise really. She was smart, something that Xavier respected, even if he didn't show it. Such a keen mind. But what exactly was it that was going through that pretty skull? Xavier held up one finger, the universal sign for "hang on a sec." Closing up his rifle and grabbing his coat, he made his way quickly down the stairs and set out to meet her at the sign. "Damn good, shot, huh?" he asked with a smirk. There were many great snipers in the world, but not that many could hit that shot so easily. A little wink and he was casually glancing towards the woman in the blue dress. "So I have an address. Some interesting stuff going down. You interested?" he said quickly.
Of course she was interested. But would she show it? That, as always, was the most intriguing part. She played it close to the chest. He'd like to be close to that chest too. He found his gaze drifting lower, but didn't bother to divert. "New shirt?" he asked instead. He knew she wouldn't be fooled, but this game of cat and mouse was fun for him. "Not your color," he said slyly, shaking his head. Still looked damn good on her. Damn good. "So what brings you out here tonight? Couldn't sleep? Just out for some air? Oh, no, I know. You were out hoping to run into me." He stopped talking for a few moments, when he saw the woman in the blue dress turn the corner. Yep, she was heading to Finnegan street. Fortunately for Xavier, she apparently didn't know the quickest route. That...or she was purposely taking a longer route.
"The chick in the blue dress. She has information that I need. She's heading to Finnegan Street. Best guess, she has a meeting to get to. I happen to know she slipped a piece of paper to an old informant of mine. I'm gonna need to get that information out of her. Could use someone to watch my back." His voice trailed off when he caught another sight. Familiar, and not at all good. He gave a subtle twitch of his head, which he knew she'd pick up on. He started to casually walk towards the apartment building. If she followed, he would lean in, putting his arm around her. "Just go with it. This isn't a come on," he whispered. Chances were that she caught on that the situation was a little bit more dire. "Rival assassin, across the street. Maroon shirt and jeans. Decent enough hide in plain sight tactic, but I know the guy. We don't get him off our tail, we're fucked."
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Post by Cassandra Mason on Jan 13, 2018 17:31:56 GMT -5
So he was on a job to get info from the exact same woman she’d been tailing for shits and giggles. Small world. Cass listened to his pitch and then shrugged. “Sure, I don’t mind helping you out. You gonna give me half?” Can’t expect a mercenary to work for free, after all.
They were coming up on a familiar corner, and Cass smirked. Once they were in front of the necessary building, she stopped and pulled him in close by his shirt with a teasing smile. The body-to-body contact, like him putting an arm around her, was all to sell the cover since they were obviously being watched. That didn’t stop the rush of excitement that ran through her body at having him so close. Fuck he was sexy. “You trust me, right?” she asked him softly, breaking eye contact with him briefly to scope out behind him for their tail. There he was. Luckily there weren’t many maroon shirts on the street right now. At least now she knew who they needed to avoid, or take out. “C’mere…” she pulled away from him and took him by the hand to lead him into The Liquid Kitty, a premiere gentlemen's club.
Cass hadn’t really given Xavier much reason to trust her, or mistrust her. But he wanted her to watch his back, so obviously he didn’t think she was out to get him. That was something. She hated to admit that she was glad he thought at least that well of her. Why the fuck would that matter? She didn’t care about his opinion. Or did she? Shit. She needed to focus on the task at hand first. Losing their tail. For that, she needed Viktor. And she found him behind the bar as usual.
“Cassie!”
The brunette’s eyes narrowed. God she hated that nickname. “Heya, Vik.”
“What’s up, sugar? You here to work?”
“Not today. My friend and I got ourselves a stalker. I need to use Room 4.”
The large man nodded in understanding and tossed her a small key. “Bring that back later. And if anyone asks, I didn’t see you.”
“Thanks, Vik. I owe you.” She tugged on Xavier’s sleeve. “C’mon, Princess”
She pulled Xavier down a hallway and stopped to unlock one of the private rooms, ushering him inside and locking the door behind them. The small room was lined with a few high back couches surrounding a pair of poles. Cass walked over and pressed a button on the underside of one of the end tables, and the couch in the middle slid forward to reveal stairs and a dimly lit tunnel. “This will take us a couple blocks down. From there, we should be good.” She stuffed her hands in her pockets and headed down.
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Post by Nighteye on Apr 14, 2018 13:12:47 GMT -5
The very first thought that passed through Xavier's mind was 'Oh, I'll give you more than half.' And normally he would just say it, but in this particular case, he knew the woman was too quick witted to not get his meaning. Not only that, but he really was going to need someone to watch his back on this. He just nodded to answer her. Once they came up to the Liquid Kitty, Xavier gave a small smirk. It's not like he hadn't been here before, but he'd never remember seeing Cass in his visits. And that was a face, and a body, that he knew he'd remember. "Trust you?" he asked in a tone that would answer the question too. No, he didn't fully trust her, but he trusted her enough. She hadn't betrayed him yet, and there was something that said she wouldn't. He nodded again.
Once inside, he noticed her eyes narrowing at the bartender after calling her Cassie. Store that one in the memory for future teasing. Then he asked if she was here to work. "Wait a minute," he said with a raised forefinger, the look on his face betraying what he wanted to say. But he was interrupted immediately, or rather ignored, by Cass' answer to the big guy. "Dude, how much do you bench?" he chuckled as the big guy tossed the key. "C'mon, Princess." "Right behind you, Cassie."
A quick glance back showed Xavier that their tail had entered the building. No good taking him out in here. The place wasn't exactly classy, but it wasn't low end either. "Private rooms," he said with a smirk as she ushered him into room 4. "This isn't how I'd imagined it, but I'm adaptable," he said as she closed the door behind them. "Room 6 is a little bigger, has three poles. High dollar shit there," he said with a smirk. The night with the three blondes came to memory. High dollar shit it was indeed. Little bit of drugs and all three of them were taking every inch of the mercenary. Expensive, but completely worth it. He noted her push a button under the endtable. Not overly well concealed, but the majority of people weren't perceptive enough that they'd notice. He nodded again as he entered the tunnel behind her. "Tunnel of love," he said under his breath, a smirk spreading across his face. Once they were in he noticed another button and pressed it, watching behind them as the couch slid back into place. "A couple blocks will be perfect. We can find a good vantage point and I can grab another view of the blue dress. Bet you'd look great in that dress," he said with a smile.
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Post by Cassandra Mason on Apr 30, 2018 13:52:53 GMT -5
Cass had already been a little on edge, but hearing Xavier’s tease as well sent her over the edge. It wasn’t his fault, or Vik’s. They didn’t know. How could they? Cass never let anyone close enough for her to tell them the actual reason she hated that nickname. No one would ever know about the time in her life before she’d been strong enough to take care of herself. Normally she could just shrug off the teasing, but for some reason this time was different. Her shoulders stiffened, her entire posture morphing from borderline relaxed to obviously on-edge. Certainly tenser than Xavier would have ever seen her before.
Memories she spent countless hours drowning herself in a bottle of alcohol trying to forget threatened to rise up to the surface. No. She couldn’t go down that road right now. They were working right now. Focus on the job. She forced herself into a sort of hyper-compartmentalized state. You could call it tunnel vision, in a sense. It kept her from really being able to process anything Princess was saying. Which was a real shame. She probably would have had some serious questions about his experiences in Room 6. Actually, no. She might have thrown him a dubious look, but would not have wanted any details. Cass knew the girls he’d likely spent time with in that room, and that wasn’t necessarily a good thing for him. Sasha, Destiny, and Dahlia. If that was the kind of company he liked to keep, it was probably for the best that he was a one-night kind of guy. There wasn’t much substance to any of those three. Lots of ass though, and that was apparently his only criteria.
“Huh? Right, blue dress. She shouldn’t be hard to spot.” If she’d heard the second half of what he’d said, she didn’t acknowledge it in the slightest. In fact, she hadn’t even looked in his direction since right before the tunnel. They popped out of the pathway into an alley, and she closed the entrance behind him once he was out. “So I guess we can go back out to the street, or find a high vantage point to pick her up. Your job, your call.” She crossed her arms and leaned back against the brick wall as she waited to see what he thought would be best. She didn’t know much about his powers or how they worked, after all. It wasn’t until she unclenched her fists that she realized she’d balled them into that shape in the first place. Ugh. This was not the time nor the place for her real dysfunction to start rearing its ugly head. In another minute or so, she should have it all locked down and under control again. She’d be back to her normal shit-talking self in no time.
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Post by Nighteye on May 19, 2018 16:43:51 GMT -5
Xavier was no empath, but he could easily see that something wasn’t quite right with her now. His eyes narrowed when he noticed her posture change and her start to tense up. Had he taken his teasing too far? That was very possible. Wouldn’t be the first time. But a girl like Cass could take it. She was tough, as tough as he’d ever met. Fact was, that of all the people he’d ever teamed with, despite his pokes at her, he already respected her the most.
Room 6 wasn’t important. The truth was it was just Xavier being a smart ass. Oh, he’d had his fun in that room before, more than once, but it didn’t really matter at all. But it was when they stepped out of the tunnel that he finally had to stop her.
“Huh? Right, blue dress. She shouldn’t be hard to spot.”
Yeah, she was distracted pretty heavily right now. That could be seen a mile away without Xavier’s powers. He stopped her just after she’d mentioned a high vantage point. A slow nod was his answer, but he grabbed her by the shoulders and turned, putting her back against the wall. He let go of her arms after, just as a show that he wasn’t trying anything, and raised his hands back unthreateningly. “Ok, I get it. This wasn’t planned, by either of us. We just keep running into each other. Call it dumb luck, call it a curse.” He shook his head and looked away. “But you’re distracted right now. I don’t know why or what about, but we’ve both got to be clear if we’re going into this together. I’m not gonna bullshit here. I need you for this, but I won’t put you in any danger if you’re not clear-headed.”
There, off to the side. Blue dress. He pointed to the woman in the blue dress. “You with me?” he asked Cass.
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Post by Cassandra Mason on May 23, 2018 21:34:44 GMT -5
Cass quickly found herself spun around, her back pressed against the wall once more. It caught her by surprise, enough so that she actually looked Xavier in the eyes again. Something about those eyes snapped her completely out of the strange nostalgic feeling of helplessness she’d nearly let herself sink back into. This man was not the one who’d tormented her all those years ago. No. Relatively speaking, she was safe. As safe as you could be in the company of an assassin, while being tracked by another assassin, anyway. Not anyone normal’s definition of safe, but neither of them were exactly normal in the first place so it hardly mattered. The important thing was that she was back to normal.
It was odd for her, seeing Princess get serious for a second. She’d sort of been starting to doubt that was even possible. Not just all jokes and sex talk, after all. Interesting. Her eyes came fully back into focus, and by the time he was done talking she smirked. “Aww, you need me? I’m touched.” She laughed a little and patted him twice on the shoulder. “No worries, Princess. I got your back.”
She stepped back out from the alley, catching sight of the blue dress again. They were far enough behind the woman that there would be no reason to think they were following her. “So you need information out of this chick? How are you planning on getting what you need?” In general, there were three different ways to get a job like this done. They could just keep following her, maybe planting a bug on her or something and hope that she happens to spill what they needed to a third party. That was the most passive way of doing things, and tended to take the most time. Then there was torture. Cass didn’t figure Xavier was that type of guy, especially not when it came to an attractive woman. That left earning the person’s trust, one way or another, and strategically extracting the information.
One way or another… Damn, was she gonna have to watch this guy’s back while he seduced some chick? That would be just her luck. Not like the actual seduction would bug her. She just didn’t want to have to hear his corny pickup lines over the earpiece. Mhm. That’s the reason.
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Post by Nighteye on Jun 14, 2018 13:51:36 GMT -5
Okay, so she'd come out of that daze. Now she covered it up though. She did it well enough for the common person to not pick up that something was broken inside. Xavier wasn't the type to get that involved really, but somehow this was a bit different. He studied her for a brief moment as she headed back around the corner, ignoring her 'princess' shot at him, and even resisting the urge to say something dirty when she said she was touched. Not that there weren't a dozen different lines that crossed his mind, but that just wasn't the time. "Good," he said flatly as he rounded the corner with her.
Xavier quickly scanned the area, and a smirk crossed his face. He knew this area well, and he pointed up to the fourth floor of the Elegant Flamingo apartment complex. "I have a safehouse there. Fourth floor, door number 11b. We can use it. I'll bump into her, give her an act and get her to come back there with me. Then we can do it however you want to." There was a little bit of a demon resting behind her eyes still, he could see that maybe, just maybe torture might not be as big of a no no to her, but it still didn't seem her style either. "I'll get her tongue plenty loosened up, you can count on that." In the meantime, there was the small issue of her gaining distance on them. Xavier's eyesight wouldn't let him lose her, but it was still better to act quickly. "Something tells me you're not going to need the key," he said with a smirk. But he handed it to her anyway. Crime was low in this area, and people left their doors unlocked all the time in that building. So it wouldn't be that much of a suspicious draw. "Look at that, only the second date and you've already got a house key... I might have to watch out," he joked.
"Ten minutes, tops. There are plenty of places to make yourself unseen in there. And you'll probably like the stash of weapons in the closet by the washroom. Take what you like, I've got plenty." He walked over the the bottom of the stairs up with her and quickly gave her a peck on the cheek, then darted off. "Back soon, babe," he shouted out, just to get the attention of people around focused on her for a bit. Dick move, really, but fun.
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Post by Cassandra Mason on Jul 7, 2018 17:46:36 GMT -5
His lack of reaction to her prodding had not gone unnoticed. Shit. She’d accidentally let him see too much. Let her guard down too far. Something like that. Now maybe he was regretting asking her to work with him on this job. Thinking she couldn’t hack it or something. She’d screwed up. That shit never happened to Cass. Now she was going to have to figure out how to get things back to normal between the two of them. Eh, fuck it. If he wanted to think less of her for losing focus for a second, that was on him. Why did she care what he thought about her, anyway? Good question.
The Elegant Flamingo. For some reason, Cass wasn’t surprised at all to hear Xavier had a place in a complex with that name. The only thing that would have been more appropriate would be something having to do with a peacock. She listened to his plan, taking the earpiece from him just like last time. She was surprised he wanted to go off on his own. Wasn’t the reason he’d originally asked her to tag along on this little job to watch his back so the other assassin didn’t take him out. “What about your friend in the maroon shirt?” They’d lost him, for now, but she didn’t know how long he would have waited in that strip club for Xavier. If they were lucky, the guy wouldn’t want to make a scene in a public place and would try to wait for him to come out of the VIP room. That could buy him hours. If he was impatient, or didn’t care about making a scene… her little trick might have only bought them a couple of minutes. For Xavier’s sake, she hoped it was the former.
His joke about the key made her laugh despite herself. “You keep the bar set pretty low for yourself when it comes to dates, huh?” It was a wonder he ever got laid. No. No it wasn’t. She couldn’t lie to herself about that much. That man could get any damn woman he wanted. That was why she absolutely believed him when he said it wouldn’t take him more than ten minutes to get the chick in the blue dress to come back to his place. She waved daintily at him as he ran off. The fact that he drew all sorts of attention to her from the nearby loiterers meant Cass had a bit of an audience. “Miss you already, Puddin’!” Couldn’t call him out for calling her ‘babe’ with fifty people watching if she didn’t want to attract more attention to herself. Asshole.
She made her way up to the fourth floor. The room was tastefully decorated, but nothing too crazy. And he was right - plenty of places for her to hide herself for a few minutes. She wasn’t worried about that right now, though. Her goal at this point was just to take a look around, find the best hiding spot, maybe take a peek into that weapons closet… By the time she was done with all that, it would probably be about time he was heading back and she would need to get into position. In the meantime, though… “So now is this my turn to sing annoying songs in your ear while you’re trying to have a conversation with someone?” she joked, knowing he would be able to hear her through the earpiece by now.
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Post by Nighteye on Jul 21, 2018 21:25:14 GMT -5
Oh this was going to be fun. Xavier just shook his head when she mentioned the guy in the maroon shirt. "We've lost him for long enough. I'll deal with that later. He won't even see it coming." He tapped his temple with two fingers. The implants in his eyes were more than just for show. "He's not the kind that keeps at something when he's been beat, either. I've worked with him a time or two. Believe it or not, I actually did most of the work in those cases." He smirked as she took the earpiece.
He let out a belly laugh when she mentioned setting the bar pretty low. "Nah, I'm just easy," he said with a shrug. Getting women had never been difficult for the assassin. At times he'd found it sort of unfortunate. There was not much more thrilling than the chase, after all. That's what really got the blood pumping for a guy. Finally catching the girl was great, but there was nothing more fun than the hunt. The hunt though, wasn't always something he got. Women tended to throw themselves at him. He was sure, in large part, that it was due to his thick wallet. But he also knew just how good looking he was, and he knew that his personality also drew women in. Xavier was just charismatic. He stood out in the crowd all the time. That often made his line of work more difficult. It was a good thing that he'd usually see anyone looking for him before they'd see him. Ah, she played along. Xavier turned slowly and blew her a kiss, then continued off quickly.
He wasn't that far off when she'd already started in on him through the earpiece. "I wouldn't mind hearing your singing voice," he responded. Just as the last words left his mouth, he caught sight of the blue dress again. He walked up right beside her and did a double take before speaking. "I know you from somewhere?" The woman looked at him and shook her head. "I don't think so. I'm sure I'd remember you." Xavier smiled. "Oh, you'd remember me. That's a beautiful dress. Too bad about that rip on the back shoulder." She quickly looked back to see a small tear. How had that happened? "I didn't even know about it." "I notice little things like that," he answered. He leaned over, whispering something in her ear. Cass wouldn't be able to hear it, as he knew just how loud he needed to talk for it to register. The woman reached back as if she were about to slap him, but she found that she couldn't. Just one look into those eyes, and that winning smile. Moments later they were on the way back to his place.
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Post by Cassandra Mason on Aug 5, 2018 20:18:18 GMT -5
It was that easy for him? Gross. At least he’d kept to his promised timeline, and the target was all giggles as they walked. He probably had his arm around her now or some shit like that. It made her wonder just what he’d whispered to her. Knowing him, it was probably something obscene. Yet she’d gone for it, just like that. That explained so much of the way he acted. Women really did just throw themselves at him. He probably could just fuck the woman in the blue dress and she’d give him any information he wanted. So then what the hell did he need Cass for? Nothing, that’s what. Not anymore. She really didn’t like the feeling that thought brought with it.
For a minute, she considered just leaving him to his devices. Xavier had said himself that the assassin probably wasn’t going to find him again. That wasn’t a real option, though. How would she get paid if she left before the job was finished? That would mean she’d done all that work in the club and stuff for nothing. No way, at the very least she was going to get paid for that much. He would have had a much more difficult time losing that tail on his own, so he owed her. Since they had no way of contacting each other, and she certainly wasn’t planning to ever see him again after tonight, that left her with no other option. Cass had to wait.
She’d spent a couple of minutes pacing before she even noticed she was doing it. As soon as she noticed, she forced herself to stop and also unclenched her fists. What the hell had gotten her so riled up? She didn’t care what that guy did or who he flirted with. Did she? No, of course not. Fuck. Something was seriously wrong with her. She couldn’t focus too much on it right now, though. There would only be a few minutes left before they got to the building. Better get to her hiding place. From there, she could make her own decision about whether or not she was going to help him once he got here. She made her way to one of the closets, which had a pretty good view of the entryway and the living room if she left the door open just a crack. Now all she had to do was wait.
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Post by Nighteye on Aug 18, 2018 11:30:06 GMT -5
Oh this was going to be fun. Already on the way back to the apartment, Xavier had made some small talk with the woman in the blue dress. Learning a little bit about her was easy, as she seemed to just talk freely. It didn't sit well with Xavier at all. But that didn't matter. They were at the apartment door now. He opened the door and they stepped inside. Closing the door behind him, he gave a slight sigh. Something was up here. "Something to drink?" he asked her. "Sure, what do you have?" she responded. He walked to the kitchen area and opened up a cabinet. "I have a friend who's a heavy drinker," he said in conversation. "She's pretty tough too. Not as tough as she thinks she is," he continued as he poured two glasses. "Well no one is really as tough as they think they are," she responded. She had a low, sultry British accent. She was pretty, but no head turningly so.
Xavier handed her the glass, which she quickly took down. "So this bedroom of yours?" she said slowly. "With all the toys?" Xavier laughed and pointed in the direction of the bedroom. "Right down to it, huh? I like that." Before he could finish the contents of his glass, she was already on him, pushing him into the bedroom. Xavier had not expected that, but it wasn't entirely unwelcome. If nothing else, it would give Cass something to listen to. A few moments passed with little noise, except the pulling of clothes and loosening of belt buckles, and then the sounds of said clothing hitting the floor. Moments passed and the two were rolling around, fucking like they'd known each other for years, complete with the dirty talk and the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall. Now though, it was time to have a little fun. Xavier lifted the woman from the bed and turned her around, putting her against the wall close to the door he'd spied cracked open. Because of course he'd seen it.
A few minutes later, about an hour in total, they were done, and Xavier threw the woman down on the bed. "Round two?" she purred. "Nah," Xavier said with a smirk, pulling a gun from behind the mirror on the wall. "Now, you're going to tell me everything," he said as he pointed the gun at her. "Oh, and that friend of mine....You can come on out now." He moved the door open with his foot. "Let's get that intel we need, yeah?"
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Post by Cassandra Mason on Aug 23, 2018 13:48:38 GMT -5
Apparently it wasn’t enough for her to have to listen to the sounds emanating from the bedroom. No, Xavier had to go out of his way to fuck the woman right in full view of the closet Cass had been using as a hiding place. Asshole. She didn’t know why he would do something like that. What was the point? Was he trying to make her jealous? She wasn’t jealous. She was irritated, pissed off. This was quite possibly the most fucked up situation she’d ever found herself in, and that was really saying something. If he had kept it on the bed, she could have convinced herself that this was all necessary for his plan. The thing on the wall though… that just felt spiteful. Luckily, she didn’t actually need to watch. Eyes were easy to close, and she was able to find her happy place and drown out most of the noise until everything was over.
Cass’ face when she came out of the closet was expressionless, almost bored. She’d shut down to him completely and was all business. “You asked me to watch your back, not listen to you fuck some random chick. I don’t appreciate my time being wasted.” The anger she could feel coursing through her veins when she looked at either of them was making it difficult to keep her hands still, but she had to suppress it all. It wasn’t the woman’s fault. She’d just fallen for Xavier’s lines like every other woman he’d ever encountered. And Xavier himself, well… Cass had known this was who he was from the beginning. There was no reason for her to feel disappointed or hurt, yet those emotions were definitely in there. Not for long. A good, stiff drink would wash all that bullshit away. Then she would rebuild that emotional wall higher than ever, with no chinks or holes for even the tiniest feelings to squeeze through. She’d been hurt too many times now, she wasn’t going to let Xavier get to her too. Never again.
She left the room briefly to grab a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, then returned to the bedroom and grabbed the woman’s purse from among the discarded clothing on the floor. The dress had no pockets, so she didn’t have to worry about anything important being stuffed in there, but the purse might contain something interesting. Cass took a long swig from the bottle before looking back at the naked people expectantly. “Well? Carry on with your questioning. The sooner you’re done, the sooner I can leave and you can go for round two.” She plopped onto a chair in the corner and then turned her attention to the purse and its contents. “What the fuck? That’s my stuff, don’t touch...” The cold look in Cassandra’s eyes when she looked at the naked woman on the bed shut her up real quick. “Don’t test me, bitch. Your lover over there is the good cop in this scenario. He might be pointing a gun at your head, but at least he’d make it quick. Force me to get involved and there’s no chance of you getting an open casket. Understand?” She received a sober nod. Good. Hopefully that meant she’d tell Nighteye what he wanted to know.
‘Not as tough as she thinks she is’ my ass… Oooh, lipstick! She spotted a tube in the purse and took it out to examine it. A pretty good brand. The color actually went with her skin too. Cass stuck the tube in her pocket. She didn’t wear makeup very often, but occasionally did have to get dolled up for a job so it was useful to have good stuff. She kept looking. First, the wallet. That was the most logical place to find anything juicy, though she fully intended on going through everything the purse had to offer.
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Post by Nighteye on Sept 6, 2018 20:49:04 GMT -5
Had he gone about this the right way? Ha, no. Xavier knew that, but he'd gone about it his way. And truth be told, it had worked. He wasn't trying to make her jealous at all. He was trying to make her mad. And clearly it had worked. He'd seen Cass get a angry once before, to devastating effect. That might be exactly what they'd need in this case. Xavier hadn't really enjoyed it any more than sleeping with a common nobody, though that wasn't really important. Xavier saw the blank look on her face when she exited the closet. "Wasn't wasting your time at all. And let's be honest, my back was to you most of the time, so you were watching my back." He smirked, knowing that it would just make her even madder. If nothing else, now she knew what he was capable of. The amount of time he could keep it going for, the pleasure the woman was exuding the whole time, and clearly now, since he was still in the buff....size.
He smirked again when she came back with the bottle of alcohol. She was quite the drinker. "Yeah, the questioning," he said slowly, the gun still pointed at the woman. Xavier couldn't help but laugh when the woman attempted to stop Cass. All it would have taken really was that look, but Cass had thrown in the intimidation. Damn she was good at it too. The woman stopped in her tracks. "The escaped prisoner. Why are your people helping him? He's an idiot, not worth the time of an empty bottle." The woman waited a few moments before she answered. "He's important to the group. He has information that will help us further our cause. Contacts within the prison and such." Xavier gave an off look, then a quick look at Cass. He chuckled a bit when he saw her put the lipstick in one of her pockets. He didn't believe what the woman was saying. She was under duress, but that didn't mean she wasn't still holding back. "Okay, so he's got contacts in prison. I've got contacts in prison, Cass here probably does too. Might even have a makeup vendor or two around town too." He gave a quick smirk at Cass.
"Look, that's all I know. All of it. I was supposed to meet with him later to ensure he's got a place to stay tonight and knows where to meet tomorrow." Xavier nodded. No differences in her tone, no physical ticks. Very likely she was telling the truth now. "What do you think, Cass? Let her make the meet tonight?" He turned his head towards his partner again, the smirk giving way to a genuine glance of query. The woman moved slightly, which was met by a slight raise of the gun and a quick shake of the mercenary's head. "Don't do that," he said softly. "You really wanna piss this one off more? I think I've done that enough."
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