On The Job
"I've never been with a woman before." A brunette said breathlessly, stumbling back into a room as a blonde followed, pressing her lips against hers passionately.
"You'll never look at another penis again." The blonde smiled, cupping her cheeks roughly and kissing her like she'd ever been kissed before.
The brunette kicked her heels off, backing into the hotel room as the backs of her legs hit the bed, "Did my speech go ok?" She asked as the blonde stepped back and took her t-shirt off, "Did you see it?"
"Shut up and stop talking." The blonde shook her head, pushing her back and climbing over her, kissing her again on the lips. The brunette ran her hands up the blondes toned stomach, touching her breasts over her bra as the blonde laughed to herself.
"You're so gentle." The blonde smirked a little, "You can squeeze them, they won't break. I like it rough" She nodded, kissing her neck as the brunette smiled, squeezing her breasts whilst kissing her shoulder.
"What's your name? You never told me?" The brunette asked, a little tipsy. The sound music could be heard from downstairs in the function where an important gathering had taken place, "How long have you worked at the hotel?"
"Stop. Talking." The blonde murmured, kissing her neck, feeling the brunettes hands going inside her pants as she laughed a little, "Eager." The blonde smiled, continuing to kiss her neck whilst the brunette touched her.
The blonde however was so disconnected to the moment that even the feeling of being touched through her panties wasn't distracting her. She kept her eye under the pillow where she'd came upstairs earlier on to plant a gun.
She reached forward, feeling the girls mouth on her neck, taking the gun tightly with experience, holding it against her head and pulling the trigger as the air got sucked out of the room, suddenly hovering on top of a dead body as she straddled her and sighed to herself.
"Oh, what a mess." The blonde sighed sarcastically, getting off of the body and onto her feet, looking at the blood on her arm, "You got me all messy." She shook her head, kneeling down on the floor and pulling the suitcase out from under the bed, opening it up and pulling out the red haired wig and a dress.
She stripped out of her clothes, taking her blonde wig off and shaking her dark hair out with a loud sigh of relief.
She got into a completely new outfit, looking in the mirror, adjusting the new wig on herself.
"Tits." She pushed her breasts up in the dress, tilting her head as she looked at herself, "No tits." She released her hands, "What do you think?" She turned back to the dead body on the bed, sniggering to herself as she fixed herself and packed her things back up.
She grabbed the gun she had used, placing it in the brunettes hand on the bed before stepping back and taking a look, tilting her head at the scene, "I have to catch a flight, my love." She nodded, grabbing her suitcase and kicking it up onto its wheels, walking over to the window and climbing out onto the fire escape into the cold night in London.
"We have another dead body. Clara Francis. She's the owner of a large beauty franchise." A man nodded, standing in a small room with a few other CIA workers. A large board behind him with different cases and information pinned to it, "Also in charge of a drug cartel." The man said as the room nodded in realisation.
"How'd it happen?" A girl asked, sat at her computer.
"Shot in the head. Cops are saying it's a suicide but it's the third in one week and… we got someone who said they saw her go upstairs with a blonde woman." The man nodded, sticking up pictures of the crime scene.
"Shit." Dean Ambrose, a dirty blonde haired tech operator cringed as he sat at his desk, taking his headphones off as he looked on at the pictures.
"Shit indeed." The man at the board nodded, his tattooed hands sticking the pictures up.
"Phil what is the likelihood of these actually being connected?" The girl, Eve Torres, asked.
"Well we know that the drugs she was running were supposed to be shipped out to Moscow. And where was our last murder? Ah… Moscow." He pointed on the board as Eve just made a face at him, "I think it's a female we're looking for."
"No way does a girl get away with all of this." Dean laughed to himself as Eve folded her arms and looked at him.
"Why? Because men are more capable?" Eve raised a brow as Dean just swung around on his chair back to his computer to avoid answering, "Why do you think it's a girl?" She asked Phil Brooks, or Punk to his friends, who was standing by the board.
"It's clean." Punk shrugged.
"Clean?" Seth Rollins piped up from the back of the room behind a computer, "Clean?" He stood up and made his way to the board, "This man got stabbed in the eye." He pointed to a section on their board, "This is not clean killing."
"Actually it is." Punk said, "Compared to things we've seen before in the past. Plus, if someone saw a blonde woman go upstairs with this new victim then… there we go." Punk nodded.
"This has Russian intelligence written all over it." Dean piped up from his corner.
"You know we're not allowed to say that." Punk scoffed.
"Well I just did. Whoever it is, is working for them. Every country has its cover ups. I mean, we all know that." He looked at them all as they just nodded.
"This is someone who knows what they're doing." Punk said.
"All the victims are criminals." Eve said, "What if it's just some rogue hero-"
"Eve, shut up." Seth called over as Eve turned around, "Don't be calling this heinous human being a hero." He said.
"I'm just saying. It's better than killing innocent people." She said, "These people are criminals, people who are bad people. Very bad in some cases." She looked over to the board.
"That's not a good reason for us to ignore it." Punk said, "Plus, there's a bigger reason as to why they're being killed. Why someone is killing them. Most likely to cover their own ass. Dean might be right, could be intelligence. Could be fucking MI5 for all we know." He nodded, "But our job is to find whoever it is."
"How do you suggest we do that when we're all here in Virginia and the last victim was in London." Dean said.
"We're going to fucking London then, aren't we?" Punk said, throwing a scrunched up piece of paper over at him as Eve just rolled her eyes and turned around, "Don't bring a suitcase Eve, it'll just be one night." He teased.
"I hate all of you." Eve shook her head, looking into her computer as Punk patted her head on the way over to his desk where they worked in secret, undertaking covert operations to do with foreign intelligence around the world. In other words, they were pretty smart individuals who were pretty important.
"I said make it look like a suicide." A man said with frustration in his Russian accent, sitting at his desk as the now red haired woman strolled around the office, "And why are you dressed like that?"
"Like what?" The girl frowned, "You don't like it." She asked, turning around, shaking her ass deliberately as the man placed his hand over his face, "It did look like suicide." She shrugged.
"Just because you put a gun in her hand doesn't mean people will think it's suicide." Adrien White said, sitting in a suit, "The police have been told by a witness that a blonde woman went to her room with her."
"Am I blonde?!" The girl smacked her hands down on the desk as she leaned over a little as Adrien looked up at her, "No." She whispered.
"These past few jobs, you've been slipping." Adrien said.
"No. I haven't." The girl argued, taken offence.
"You knifed a man's eye." Adrien said.
"He was rude to me." The girl frowned, "Where is my money?" She yawned and stretched.
"No money this time." Adrien shook his head as the girl glared at him with wide eyes, "Not until you do this next job." He said, handing her over a folder as she went to grab it, only for him to pull it away.
"Don't tease." She smirked.
"Don't fuck it up." Adrien said, "You're supposed to be a spy-"
"I am not a spy." The girl laughed hysterically, "Is that what you tell people?" She smiled at him.
"That's what you are." Adrien nodded.
"No. I do your dirty work for you." The girl said.
"No." Adrien said in a louder tone, "You bring information to us and then you take care of the drought left behind, anything that might hurt the country. These people are dangerous. You're doing us a service." He nodded as the girl just smiled.
"If that's what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night." She nodded, "The truth is. I bring you information so you can suss out who knows things they shouldn't. And then I take care of it because no one else is willing to. I take care of things that will make your country, your president, look like a corrupt bastard." She smiled, "That's what I do. I'm not a fucking spy." She cackled loudly, "I want my money now." Her laugh stopped immediately as she looked at him, leaning over the desk as he looked at her.
"April, no." He spat as the girl raised her eyebrows, looking on at the framed picture of Adrien's wife on his desk, grabbing it and sitting it in front of her, "I'll pay Misses White a visit." She eyed him, kissing the frame as Adrien grabbed it, "And I'll tell her you always stare at my tits." She stood up and walked over to her suitcase, "Oh and then I'll kill her." She smiled.
"No, you'll just do your job. All of this a luxury for you. Being outside is a luxury for you. Don't you forget that." Adrien spat as April Jeanette Mendez, which she was rarely referred to after all the fake names she'd sported, looked across at him.
"I deserve my money." She spat, "I do my job. I get it done." She hissed, "So until you pay me, I'll be at my apartment, having a bath." She thought to herself and nodded, heading for the door as Adrien sighed.
"Wait." Adrien said as April, or AJ as she grew up as, paused and smirked to herself.
"What?" AJ smiled, turning around as she watched him bring out two lumps of cash, thousands, "You know just how to turn me on." She smirked, dumping her case and walking over to him to snatch the money as he pulled it away along with the folder.
"This next job… do as your told. No having fun. No sex. No partying. No dressing up-"
"But that's what spies do, my love." AJ smiled at him.
"You just argued and said-"
"I'll have it done." AJ said, snatching the folder and the money from him, walking over and kicking her suitcase flat on the ground, unzipping it and putting the folder and cash in.
"The job is in Poland. Flight tickets are in there. Tomorrow night you leave." He said as AJ nodded, zipping the suitcase back up.
"What type of filth am I disposing?" She smiled, getting to her feet.
"Someone who knows about the organisations conspires with the nineteen group. We don't want anyone getting to know about that. He's an ex gang member, former hitman, I'm sure you'll have fun with that. You can read all about him when you're… in the bath." He rolled his eyes as AJ laughed and nodded.
"Yes, I will." She pointed to him, "Goodbye, my love." She blew a kiss to him as Adrien shook his head and watched her leave the office.
A/N: New one here. I know it seems a little dramatic and of course it's all fiction. I just thought it'd be nice to have a change in characters personalities kinda. I've wrote so many stories and I feel some are pretty similar with how AJ and Punk are portrayed so hopefully this will give a different feel and also a different plot. Let me know what you think!