Solemn eyes peered through a rusted grate. A little convergence of high-powered personages discussed some important commerce matter, but it all bored her greatly. It pertained to cars, which was by all means a male-dominated subject. She simply clicked on the tape recorder, and as easily as that, she'd done all she needed to.
Being a freelance assassin and spy had always been tough on her at first, but after gaining some renown for her clean, efficient work, her offers escalated to become bigger, better, more interesting and ultimately more lucrative. There seemed to be no end to the need for espionage, and her current location, Thailand (a rather troubled country, especially in political affairs) was a hotbed for potential job offers.
Her employer on this mission hadn't filled her in very well. The pay hadn't even been what she normally took, but she had a certain feeling that the mission would pay off greatly in the long run. The shady Mr. Kamata seemed to have a few more motives than some corporate duplicity up his sleeves. She never became too involved in any mission, though some interesting ones had aroused her curiosity from time to time.
She tuned out the tedious conversation, not giving a damn about cylindrical horsepower, and took a foreign candy out of a concealed pouch in her dress. She'd become rather addicted to the little red candies - they almost tasted like a salty Fruit Roll Up. It was a little like gum - it had a strange texture and flavor to it at first, but then it slowly became more enjoyable. After becoming immune to the overwhelming salty taste of them, she found herself craving for one every other hour.
This strange stream of consciousness was broken as the meeting was being adjourned. She quickly turned off the tape recorder and crawled backwards through the ventilation ducts. Brushing away some undisturbed cobwebs and awful-smelling dust, she finally reached the burst of light in the tunnels - the grate dropping down into the cubicle of some unknown worker (who, to her great relief, was apparently on holiday). She quietly removed the grate and dropped down behind the cubicle walls with the grace of a cat. Fortunately, the surrounding walls were high, so there was an acceptable margin of error for her not to be seen.
And that was it - or so she thought. Sirens blared through the Touga Corporation building. An announcement blared over the loudspeakers. 'Warning! We have received information that an intruder has infiltrated the premises! She is said to be extremely dangerous! Be on the lookout!' She shook her head - the suspicious security guard whose skull she had crushed and whose access card she had taken must have been discovered. The elevator access would most likely be locked, but she spotted on a balcony her savior - a window-cleaning platform. She wore on her face false expressions of concern and horror, and then when no one was looking, stealthily snuck outside and onto the rather rickety platform. She lowered herself down with the pulley with a great deal of trepidation, so as not to draw any attention from someone just happening to look out the window. The fresh air was almost disorienting after being trapped in a musty ventilation duct and a large building reeking of air freshening products, but she got to the bottom of the building. No one saw her - for the most part, she had executed the mission cleanly and without too much difficulty. She scanned the parking lot for her escort car, then saw it and strode over as quickly as possible. She looked through the front window to confirm the driver's identity, and indeed it was her escort.
"Don't drive away too fast," she said, filing her long nails. The driver silently confirmed the order with a nod of his head, and then drove away carefully.
"You have the footage?" he asked her.
"Would I return without it?" she said, a little more acerbically than necessary. He gave her a shifty look, then turned his eyes back to the illuminated road. She just shook her head gently. No logic at all...
Mr. Kamata would be delighted. How she loved to delight her superiors. More money, more trust, both of which she relished and desired. She replayed the dull conversation again - victory was sweet.
A/N: So, how'd you like? I've never forayed into the Tekken fanfiction world, so it might not be accurate. ^_^;; Can you guess who the spy was? It's probably pretty obvious. *shrugs* I think it's pretty good - hope you enjoyed it. More chapters to come! R/R, loves! ^_^
Being a freelance assassin and spy had always been tough on her at first, but after gaining some renown for her clean, efficient work, her offers escalated to become bigger, better, more interesting and ultimately more lucrative. There seemed to be no end to the need for espionage, and her current location, Thailand (a rather troubled country, especially in political affairs) was a hotbed for potential job offers.
Her employer on this mission hadn't filled her in very well. The pay hadn't even been what she normally took, but she had a certain feeling that the mission would pay off greatly in the long run. The shady Mr. Kamata seemed to have a few more motives than some corporate duplicity up his sleeves. She never became too involved in any mission, though some interesting ones had aroused her curiosity from time to time.
She tuned out the tedious conversation, not giving a damn about cylindrical horsepower, and took a foreign candy out of a concealed pouch in her dress. She'd become rather addicted to the little red candies - they almost tasted like a salty Fruit Roll Up. It was a little like gum - it had a strange texture and flavor to it at first, but then it slowly became more enjoyable. After becoming immune to the overwhelming salty taste of them, she found herself craving for one every other hour.
This strange stream of consciousness was broken as the meeting was being adjourned. She quickly turned off the tape recorder and crawled backwards through the ventilation ducts. Brushing away some undisturbed cobwebs and awful-smelling dust, she finally reached the burst of light in the tunnels - the grate dropping down into the cubicle of some unknown worker (who, to her great relief, was apparently on holiday). She quietly removed the grate and dropped down behind the cubicle walls with the grace of a cat. Fortunately, the surrounding walls were high, so there was an acceptable margin of error for her not to be seen.
And that was it - or so she thought. Sirens blared through the Touga Corporation building. An announcement blared over the loudspeakers. 'Warning! We have received information that an intruder has infiltrated the premises! She is said to be extremely dangerous! Be on the lookout!' She shook her head - the suspicious security guard whose skull she had crushed and whose access card she had taken must have been discovered. The elevator access would most likely be locked, but she spotted on a balcony her savior - a window-cleaning platform. She wore on her face false expressions of concern and horror, and then when no one was looking, stealthily snuck outside and onto the rather rickety platform. She lowered herself down with the pulley with a great deal of trepidation, so as not to draw any attention from someone just happening to look out the window. The fresh air was almost disorienting after being trapped in a musty ventilation duct and a large building reeking of air freshening products, but she got to the bottom of the building. No one saw her - for the most part, she had executed the mission cleanly and without too much difficulty. She scanned the parking lot for her escort car, then saw it and strode over as quickly as possible. She looked through the front window to confirm the driver's identity, and indeed it was her escort.
"Don't drive away too fast," she said, filing her long nails. The driver silently confirmed the order with a nod of his head, and then drove away carefully.
"You have the footage?" he asked her.
"Would I return without it?" she said, a little more acerbically than necessary. He gave her a shifty look, then turned his eyes back to the illuminated road. She just shook her head gently. No logic at all...
Mr. Kamata would be delighted. How she loved to delight her superiors. More money, more trust, both of which she relished and desired. She replayed the dull conversation again - victory was sweet.
A/N: So, how'd you like? I've never forayed into the Tekken fanfiction world, so it might not be accurate. ^_^;; Can you guess who the spy was? It's probably pretty obvious. *shrugs* I think it's pretty good - hope you enjoyed it. More chapters to come! R/R, loves! ^_^