The phone rang harshly in Angel Tsuiraku's pocket. She reached for
it, already heading out to her car with long, swift strides.
"Angie, we've got a problem."
"I know, I heard. I'm on my way to the Winner Estate now."
"Well, good thing, too. We could use a strategist."
Angel lifted her eyebrows and managed a smile. "Makoto Tanaka, you are the one with the perfect training, are you not?"
"Hey, I just point and shoot. When and where is your deal," Mako replied, laughing lightly.
"Oh, right, I forgot. I'll be there in about ten."
"Minutes?"
"Ha. Seconds." Angel pulled into the long driveway of the massive Winner Estate.
"Right, should have known better."
The door opened just as Angel stepped up to it. Standing there was a woman that men were willing to kill for. Every inch of her body was perfect. Creamy skin, mysterious green eyes, hair that caught golden highlights in its dark red depths. Tall, a few inches taller than Angel herself, and dressed to impress. No one had ever been able to match or beat Makoto Tanaka's flair, style, or precision, especially not in battle.
"Hey, Angie," she greeted. Angel managed a wry smile.
"Trust you to be cheerful in a time of crisis. So, what's the deal here? Obviously not your normal threat. Assassination? Kidnapping? Ransom? Threatening to shut down the entire company?"
"Basically; yes, no, yes, and a big yes."
"Well, sounds like fun. So where is this guy?"
A tall, well-built form rose from a recliner. Blonde, blue eyes, extremely attractive, and well dressed to top it off. Angel raised an eyebrow.
"Now, if I'm not mistaken, isn't Mr. Winner notorious for being a pushover and a pansy?"
She saw the man's jaw tighten even as laughter sparkled in his eyes. Quatre Raberba Winner, believe it or not, had grown. She estimated his height at 5'8", with broadened shoulders. His jaw had squared out, giving his face a mature look, though the childish innocence remained. His upper body had widened, become well muscled in the last few years, more so than it had been during the time of the Eve Wars.
"Quatre Raberba Winner," he said, shaking her hand. "I hear you're going to be one of my new bodyguards."
"That's right. Angel Tsuiraku."
"So I've heard." Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Took a bullet through the shoulder for a client in danger. Impressive."
Angel shook her head. "All part of the job. Besides, Mako would have done the same."
"Who says?" the other woman tossed over her shoulder lightly.
"Makoto Tanaka is quite well known as well." Quatre smiled easily. "I'm glad to have the two of you on the job."
"We'll start right away," Mako confirmed, as the three of them sat down to solidify their plans.
"Angie, we've got a problem."
"I know, I heard. I'm on my way to the Winner Estate now."
"Well, good thing, too. We could use a strategist."
Angel lifted her eyebrows and managed a smile. "Makoto Tanaka, you are the one with the perfect training, are you not?"
"Hey, I just point and shoot. When and where is your deal," Mako replied, laughing lightly.
"Oh, right, I forgot. I'll be there in about ten."
"Minutes?"
"Ha. Seconds." Angel pulled into the long driveway of the massive Winner Estate.
"Right, should have known better."
The door opened just as Angel stepped up to it. Standing there was a woman that men were willing to kill for. Every inch of her body was perfect. Creamy skin, mysterious green eyes, hair that caught golden highlights in its dark red depths. Tall, a few inches taller than Angel herself, and dressed to impress. No one had ever been able to match or beat Makoto Tanaka's flair, style, or precision, especially not in battle.
"Hey, Angie," she greeted. Angel managed a wry smile.
"Trust you to be cheerful in a time of crisis. So, what's the deal here? Obviously not your normal threat. Assassination? Kidnapping? Ransom? Threatening to shut down the entire company?"
"Basically; yes, no, yes, and a big yes."
"Well, sounds like fun. So where is this guy?"
A tall, well-built form rose from a recliner. Blonde, blue eyes, extremely attractive, and well dressed to top it off. Angel raised an eyebrow.
"Now, if I'm not mistaken, isn't Mr. Winner notorious for being a pushover and a pansy?"
She saw the man's jaw tighten even as laughter sparkled in his eyes. Quatre Raberba Winner, believe it or not, had grown. She estimated his height at 5'8", with broadened shoulders. His jaw had squared out, giving his face a mature look, though the childish innocence remained. His upper body had widened, become well muscled in the last few years, more so than it had been during the time of the Eve Wars.
"Quatre Raberba Winner," he said, shaking her hand. "I hear you're going to be one of my new bodyguards."
"That's right. Angel Tsuiraku."
"So I've heard." Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Took a bullet through the shoulder for a client in danger. Impressive."
Angel shook her head. "All part of the job. Besides, Mako would have done the same."
"Who says?" the other woman tossed over her shoulder lightly.
"Makoto Tanaka is quite well known as well." Quatre smiled easily. "I'm glad to have the two of you on the job."
"We'll start right away," Mako confirmed, as the three of them sat down to solidify their plans.
