Now Where’s Your Champion? [@athermajestysservice]
Natasha’s too busy concentrating on the minutiae of the target’s reaction, but she’s accustomed to feeling the burn of men’s eyes on her anyway. One more makes no difference, and certainly not when she’s saved the job of manual strangulation - a lot of work, for little reward.
She leans forward, hair brushing the man’s face as he chokes out the number sequence. Flickering her gaze to James, Natasha nods once. It’s probable that this time, they have the real code; she knows how to spot a liar when she sees one. Pulling herself to stand, she smooths down her dress, before blowing the target a final kiss. “Il faut plus que quelques chiffres pour fixer ce prix, ma chérie. Bonsoir et… bonne chance.”
Pressing her back to the door, she waits for James to silence the target and join her - their job isn’t over for the night.
Once the man had choked out the real code, and Natasha had confirmed his suspicions that it was in fact the real one, James looked back down at the man. A smirk pulled at his lips as the man’s eyes flickered between the pair, Natasha’s words making him chuckle.
“Elle est une femme cruelle, n’est-ce pas? Beauté peaux de cruauté bien, je dirais. Merci pour votre aide, monsieur.” Amusement laced his tone as he spoke, before he clasped either side of the man’s head and snapped his neck. Lifting him over his shoulder, he joined Natasha at the door.
“Best take him inside, hmm? Don’t want people being alerted to our presence sooner than we’d like.”
“Beauté peaux de cruauté bien, je dirais?” Natasha asks, raising an eyebrow at James. “Un cliché marche, n'est-ce pas?” Despite the words, she opens the door, scanning the corridor.
“We can go,” she says sharply, opening the door and allowing them both inside. “I have the key, we have the code. Stay with him, and I’ll go down and… liberate our item.” She doesn’t trust him not to leave with it, and she has to ensure the safety of the item before she can leave.
“I’ll come back,” she tells him, softening her manner for his benefit as she runs her finger up his chest. “How could I not?”
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