Sarah Fortune sat upon one of the briefing room's plush seats with her legs crossed. Her foot moved idly in the air as she awaited the arrival of her superior. But considering the technicalities of the situation, a more appropriate description of the man would be "employer".
This derives from the fact that Sarah's only affiliation with the agency was one of monetary terms. Everyone knew of her occupation during her days outside of the League; a bounty hunter. But when one thinks of this, images of burning ships at sea come to mind, along with the notion that hunting pirates was the only job she was offered. Of course, as widely spread as this fact is, it is anything but the truth.
In fact, her major employer was a secret underground organization entitled the Organization for Ruin, Destruction, Extortion, and Revenge. ORDER for short. The purpose of its existence was to actually counter another agency run by the League of Summoners; League of Summoners Military Intelligence Section Six, or LSMI6.
Because of the nature of ORDER, Sarah Fortune took great effort in keeping her employment discreet, away from the prying eyes of the League of Summoners. ORDER of course helped her in this endeavor, using everything in their power to cover her tracks.
As for the reason why an enmity exists between the two organizations, one must look back at the motives of the League of Summoners. Since their establishment of the League of Legends, foiling the attempts at a second Rune War, Valoran fell to a period of peace. Many believed the peace would only last for a short period of time, some speculated for it to stand for even less than a year. But as time progressed, many were proven wrong of their estimations. Small skirmishes still existed between city-states, but most of the violence stayed within the confines of the Institute of War.
Many had accepted this prolonged peace without question, content with tolerating the ever-present feeling of the last straw about to be pulled, the impending war to come. But as looming as this threat seemed to be, the League of Summoners secretly fought it back, intending to delay its arrival as best they could behind the curtains. For this purpose LSMI6 was put into action, sending forth trained agents to prevent conflicts between city-states at whatever the costs. Sometimes, it required to galvanize city-states into battle in order to prevent a bigger struggle. The ways of LSMI6 were mysterious indeed.
But as secretive as LSMI6 attempted to be, many individuals, victims of the violence inflicted by the organization to preserve peace, sought out revenge, vowing to bring down the agency for the supposed atrocities committed in the name of peace and welfare. Orphans, used lovers, survivors of covert massacres, all of these and more banded together to create the Organization for Ruin, Destruction, Extortion, and Revenge. Despite the sinister purpose implied by ORDER's title, their cause demanded order through the violence that existed before the Institute of War was established. To them, anarchy throughout the land was preferable to the "fake peace" that existed in the current time.
Returning to the topic of Sarah Fortune's employment, she herself did not give a damn who she was working for. Quoted in her own words, "As long as they pay me well, and the job itself seems enjoyable enough in my prospect, whoever the hell they are is fine by me."
Such was the case for her employment in ORDER. To say that the organization paid well for her services is quite the understatement. And as for her assignments, I am sure you can derive from the information disclosed that being an agent for them would be quite the fix for a thrill-seeker. With these reasons in mind, it is no coincidence that she frequently returned into the luxurious briefing room located within the heart of ORDER headquarters to receive yet another assignment.
Sarah suddenly jerks upward in her seat as a hiss from the door adjacent to the desk in front of her heralds the arrival of her aforementioned employer. She straightens herself as the robust middle-aged, well-groomed man walks inside the room, an air of authority rolling off of him in waves. Even after months of employment and some personal trysts with the man, Sarah could never grow accustomed to his powerful presence. But of course, being the leader of one of the biggest agencies in Valoran must demand such an attitude.
No exchanges of words, no formal greeting. Only the locking of eyes as the man slowly walked to his seat behind the lavish marble desk, Sarah's eyes occasionally wandering across his face to survey the scar that occupied half of it. Then with an almost ceremonious air about him, the man sits himself down in his chair, crossing his leg and intertwining his fingers simultaneously. It seemed like a well-rehearsed routine. But considering the number of times he was required to sit in the room to brief his agents, it probably was.
Silence ensues as he merely sits, hands combined to form a ball, his eyes still staring into Sarah's across from him. As still as he is, his position almost replicates the agency's logo behind him; an eagle at her with as much potency as the man in front of her was doing, its wings touching each other to form a point.
Then, a smile appears on his face, one that had lured her and probably many other women into his private quarters. It seemed that with one smile, the air around him had changed to one much more amiable, almost friendly. This was also complemented by the fact that the man was any woman's idea of handsome.
"Agent…Fortune."
The words rolled off of his tongue with a baritone rumble, a voice that seemed almost sultry. Her nickname had been earned after several missions assigned to her, and she didn't mind it in the slightest.
"You have been an invaluable component of our endeavor, following orders without protest, and executing them without mishap. Quite the achievement, considering you have never undergone any of our professional training, and have only been associated with us for a short time."
He nods slowly after his short monologue, eyebrows raised, as if silently commending a child's drawing. Sarah holds back her urge to nod back at him.
"Yes…quite the agent indeed. And…quite the woman, which has been proven to me time and again during our rendezvous' outside of ORDER walls."
As he says this, his eyes meander across her poorly-covered body, not trying to hide his approval of her curves. Sarah blushes, which is no easy feat, considering the vulgar actions men have inflicted to her in the past. She shifts her weight in her seat as he continues to grope her with his eyes, bringing back steamy recollections of when he did more than just grope.
Finally he continues,
"Taking into consideration everything that you are, I have decided to assign you to a level 1 mission, one that is of utmost importance. I have assigned this to the most elite of our agents, only to have each and every one of them crawling back here with barely any life left inside of them, or simply to have gone missing in action."
Sarah's eyes narrow as she takes this into consideration. A level 1 mission, the highest assignment tier available for agents and volunteers; usually given to elite double-0 agents. Speaking her first words since her arrival, she inquires,
"And you're assigning this mission, a level 1 assignment, to me? A mere gun for hire? And what is this mission exactly?"
A soft chuckle ensues from the man in front of her, the sound of it soothing her slightly.
"I'm glad you asked my dear Sarah. You have been on more than one assignment involving assassinations, correct?"
The mention of this results in a sudden deluge of unpleasant images to cycle through her brain; dark alleyways, seduction, silenced guns, muffled screams, disposing of bodies. Of all of her missions, assassinations were definitely her most unfavored. Slaying men from a ship, bombarding them with a constant rain of cannon fire didn't bother her. Nor did shooting and dispatching men in the midst of a raid. But there was something that bothered her when it came to killing unarmed men for money. But the pay for assassinations was plentiful. Too plentiful to decline.
"Yes. More than enough, in my opinion."
The last comment slightly mumbled.
"Mmm…yes. Well this mission I am handing to you will be quite different from your previous assassinations. For you see, I am pitting you against a Double-O from SLMI6."
Sarah's eyes flew open in shock.
"A Double-O? You expect me to kill a Double-O? From LSMI6 nonetheless?"
The man continues nonchalantly, unaffected from her obvious protest.
"Yes. A very unique agent who has been irritating us for quite some time now. I'm actually quite sure you have heard of him already." He said. "There are very few people who haven't, even though he isn't known by any other alias other than his codename. Agent Double-O-Seven, League of Summoners Secret Service, License to Kill. He's good. Even by my standards."
Sarah slumps into her chair, unable to take in his words. Agent 007? The 007? Even she, a mere bounty hunter hired by this agency knew of the infamous agent from LSMI6. Tales of his exploits permeated the air in ORDER headquarters. Stories of how he could singlehandedly dispatch a whole Double-O covert team armed without anything but single handgun.
Well-known was an understatement; Agent 007 was legendary.
Silence ensued further, her employer watching her biting into her nails, considering whether or not to receive the mission.
"Now then, Agent Fortune, I know this may sound like a difficult assignment, but the reason why I chose you is because I know you can accomplish this."
She looks up with a start, broken from her deep speculations.
He continues,
"You must be asking one question at the moment; "Why?" I understand. It is a logical question to be asking, considering your experience, and the caliber of your target's."
Sarah nods cautiously, unsure what to think of the development about to be divulged.
"But what I haven't disclosed to you, is your advantage, your…upper hand so to speak."
Upper hand? If she was going to accept this assignment, anything to aid her in dispatching her target was to be more than appreciated.
Her employer enjoyed watching her digest his last words, boring holes into her face as he unintentionally glared, momentarily wandering across her abdomen every few moments.
She finally looks into his eyes, countering his stare.
"Advantage?"
"Yes. Quite so. For you see…"
His tone changes, an extra twinkle added into his eyes as he leans forward, as if about to tell the funniest joke ever conceived.
"…Agent Double-O-Seven is quite the rambunctious playboy."
He snickers softly, only to receive a bemused look in return.
"So…you expect me to…"
In a flash, his countenance morphs back into the serious expression he had worn before.
"Yes. I expect you- no, I know you will use that feminine charm of yours to lower his guard, and then dispatch him right when he least expects it. You know the drill; how many men have fallen to this tactic of yours?"
A small knowing grin plants itself on his face as he continues.
"So the spotlight is now on you, Agent Fortune. This mission, if you choose to accept it, will be quite rewarding. Compensation will prove to be more than any job you have received from us prior."
Her eyes widened, which was to be expected. If the payment in this assignment was to be higher than the payment she had received from ORDER before, that would mean this mission would amount to the most compensation she received in her entire career. Quite the tempting reward.
But the risk of the mission itself countered the appeal of its recompense greatly. Silently she fumed, squirming slightly in her seat as she struggled to come to a decision.
"The clock is ticking Agent Fortune. What is your decision?"
She sighs loudly before responding, face tilted towards the ground.
"Fuck it."
"Excuse me?"
Looking up to face him, she replies,
"I accept."
Breaking his hands apart from each other, laying them on his chairs armrests and leaning back in his chair, he gives her a grin.
"Good. I am quite pleased to have you on board with this. No pun intended. I expect you to report back here in a fortnight, where we will provide transportation to your rendezvous. Unfortunately, I will be unable to see you out. Business to attend and all. Also, here are your case files."
He reaches inside his desk to extract a manila folder covered in stamps of red ink. Extending his arm over the dark marble surface, Sarah is forced to stand to retrieve it from him.
"Good. You are dismissed from briefing Sarah."
She gives him a nod before heading towards the door, her twin pistols Shock and Awe clanking against her thighs. She feels his eyes planted on her posterior with every step she takes. Her hand reaches towards the button used to open the door of the exit, but is stopped by her employer's voice.
"Wait."
She turns, hand still poised for the button beside the door.
"Yes?"
Her eyes meet with his as he gives her a knowing smile.
"During your assignment…wear that dress you wore during our night in my villa. I'm sure it'd raise your chance of success considerably."
He gives her a wink, to which she replies with her signature flirtatious grin.
"Will do, hun."