"Perhaps one day we will meet again, as characters in a different story. Maybe we'll share a lifetime then." -Pavana
He pretended he didn't notice the brunette that had just walked into the dive bar. He kept his gaze on the beer in front of him till he heard her slide into the seat next to him. Glancing over at her, he was surprised to see how young she was. The stories he had heard had all made her out to be older.
He stayed silent as the bar tender made his way over. After she had ordered a mojito, he signaled to the bartender, telling him to put her drink on his tab.
She rotated her body towards him. "That is quite a wild card move." She said, her brown eyes studying him.
He smirked. "I've been told ninja's don't like to pay for their own drinks." She kept her gaze on him till the bartender set her drink down.
Their aliases now confirmed, they got down to business. As assassins, they normally worked jobs alone. But the job they had been tasked with, was one that couldn't be done with just one person.
"Flight leaves tonight," He told her. "We'll have 48 hours to get the job done before we need to be out of there."
She took a sip of her drink. "Easy enough."
"So who contacted you?" His question threw her off and she had to keep herself from choking on her drink.
"Why does it matter?" She glanced at his backside, where she knew his gun was hidden. Hers was in a holster under her jacket.
"Just curious. In this line of work, we don't usually get paired up."
"Well, we are not usually tasked with taking out South African terrorists." He nodded. She had a point. They were silent for several minutes before she answered his question. "Mossad." He turned to look at her. "I'm guessing yours was CIA?" She asked, her head tilted slightly.
He gave a curt nod then downed his beer. He stood, tossing cash onto the bar top. "See you on the plane."
She stayed silent, simply watching as he walked out of the bar.
They boarded separately, not even sparing a glance at one another as they took their seats. As she situated herself next to the window, her burner cell buzzed. Of course he had been given her number.
Count?
She quickly typed a response. 125, including flight crew.
He shot back a reply. 2 AM's on board.
Her stomach clinched. She knew that as long as they didn't draw attention to themselves, the air marshals wouldn't be a problem. But she still hated not being the only person with a weapon on a plane. She resisted the urge to look behind her at the row where he sat and turned her phone off as the flight attendant walked by.
The flight was long and when they landed they were delayed pulling up to the gate. She rolled her shoulders and sighed. This was the one part about international travel she hated. She checked her watch, nothing that unless they wanted to run this op tomorrow they needed to de board within 30 minutes.
He had his eyes closed when he felt someone watching him. He opened them slowly and saw her looking at him from her seat. They stared at one another before she gave in and turned back around. He chuckled to himself, knowing she was probably aggravated that he had been able to sleep on the flight.
Finally the plane began to de board. Her kept her in his sight as he walked down the row between the seats. He passed one of the air marshal's, who had chosen to let everyone off before him. He gave the man a smile as he passed him.
Minus the actual target, the job was fairly simple. They had both been told to use any means necessary. For obvious reasons, if either one of them were caught, the agencies that had hired them wouldn't help them. Governments couldn't be linked to paid assassins.
Their target was attending a family function in Morocco, so they knew they had to move quickly. "You're sure you can take these guys?" He asked as they approached the venue, where two guards were standing outside.
She chuckled and gave him a side look. Then before he knew what was happening she struck the first bodyguard, knocking him backwards. He moved forward, disarming the second. Within a matter of seconds they were both on the ground unconscious.
She looked at him. "Now the fun part." He shook his head, laughing as she walked inside. He was starting to like this woman.
Spotting the target, they moved silently through the crowd. He was in a corner on his phone and by the time he looked up they were both standing in front of him. He looked back and forth and made a move to try to escape. She grabbed him, twisting his right arm behind his back. They then guided him out a back door, to the alley behind the building.
"Whatever they are paying you, I'll double it." She looked at her temporary partner before letting out a harsh laugh.
He pulled out his gun, smiling as he twisted the silencer onto the barrel. He placed the gun to the target's chest and leaned into his ear. "On behalf of the United States of America and Israel, your services are over." Then he pulled the trigger.
His body dropped to the ground and they both stood over him for a moment before taking out their phones and snapping photos they would later send to the agencies. They placed the phones in their pockets as they calmly walked out of the alley and climbed into their car.
"Airport?" He asked as they drove. She silently nodded.
They made their way to separate ticket counters and once again didn't speak as they went through security. The job was done, so she was surprised to see him waiting for her once she had cleared the TSA line.
She tilted her head, not saying anything as she shouldered her carry on bag.
"I just wanted to say, it was a pleasure working with you." He said and stuck out his hand.
She took it, a smile creeping onto her face. "Likewise. It is Ziva, by the way."
He held onto her hand. "Tony. Maybe I'll see you around Ziva."
"I would like that, Tony." They shared a smile before breaking contact. "Shalom." She turned around, ready to head to her gate.
"Arrivederci." He called as he watched her walk away.
Until we meet again.
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This is the first of several alternate universe meetings I have in my head. I hope you enjoyed it! Please drop me a review and let me know what you think.
