Debriefing
Bonnie "Ace" Bennett. A name that scares even the toughest of men. Her caramel skin and green eyes were alluring, but she was a tough bitch. Mess with her or her girls and you might as well pick out vinyl for your casket. Her dark brown hair was braided down her back and tied with a green hair tie. She was the eldest of the trio. She was also the best shot, hence why they call her ace. Her last hit was from moving train into a twelve-story building, word came back that she shattered the poor man's skull with her bullet. At least she hit her target. Her first kill was mess; then again, she liked getting messy.
Lacing up her black combat boots, she ran her hands up her bare thighs. She wore black liquid shorts that clung to her thighs like a second skin. Her blazer was always fitted and underneath she wore a black lacy bra. She knew she was sexy and she dressed the part. Walking to her bed, she opens up a large black case to reveal her weapon of choice a pair of Glocks. The gun was a bit large for her hands, but she had excellent control. They weren't on a mission so she slipped one into the waistband of her short. Even if the meeting was two floors down from their penthouse, she never left unarmed. Slipping on her Aviators she popped in piece of gum and locked her room as she left.
Caroline "Barbie" Forbes. She was the blond of the group. She kept that hair in a partial up do. However, don't let that mislead you. She is the brains of the group, always one-step again of the one-step ahead. She never stops planning their moves, which makes it easy on the other two. Her baby blue eyes were sweet until you saw the rage behind them. She was a force to be reckoned with and never let anyone walk all over her.
Smoothing out her black strapless top, she pushed up the girls and winked at herself in the mirror. She threw a lacy poncho like top over it and slipped on some black leather fitted skinnies. Her black pumps followed and she sighed. Her pistols were silver and fitted in her palm like a glove. Slipping one into her back, she hooks it under her bra strap with the barrel facing upwards. Completely hidden she locked up her room and goes to join her sisters with a lollipop twirling in her pink mouth.
Elena "Sweetheart" Gilbert. Ah, the techno geek of the trio. She makes sure they get in and out unseen. They call her sweetheart for a reason. Her long brown hair and matching chocolate eyes you would think she should be somewhere saving bunnies from foxes. Her sweet smile can make any man melt into a puddle of goo.
Grabbing her black Converse, she smoothed out her leather skirt and admires her legs in the mirror. Her matching black tank top hide a set of six four sided throwing stars, he weapon of choice. However, she did own a set of magnum revolvers. Always had to be prepared right? Grabbing her guilty pleasure, Skittles, she walks out of her room, locking the door. Another day another mission.
They met up in the foyer to their penthouse. They would always have each other's back and today was no different. They may leave rough lives, but all they have is each other. Everything was stolen from them. Their families were told they were dead. Relationships never lasted because they couldn't dedicate time, or trust anyone other than each other.
"I wonder what Alaric needs us to do this time. Our vacation was ruined last month,' Caroline says while fixing her makeup in the hallway mirror. Behind her, Bonnie and Elena shrugged.
"Who cares, as long as I get to relieve some stress in the gym tonight."
"Yeah, I still have to update the CIA data bases. That job is too easy."
Besides them working for this private agency of assassins, they had actual jobs. Of course, their bosses were privately told of their employees priorities. Caroline was a high school cheer instructor. Elena work data in the CIA. Bonnie owned a popular nightclub. No one would suspect these girls were trained killers.
"C'mon, Alaric says this meeting is important. Don't want to be late. He gets pissy." Elena throws open the door and they walked towards the elevator. They have the only room on the is floor and so no one can come up to this floor by mistake Elena rigged one of the elevators with a key pad.
"Caroline, I don't see how you hide that gun. Your tits are all over the place."
"Jealous, Bonnie. I mean your thighs are doing a great job with your glock." They tease each other all the time. Of course, they know where their guns are hidden on each other. If they didn't know who knew what would happen in the middle of the action.
"You guys are hilarious,' Elena giggled. They touched her sides and grinned.
"Says the girl with over twenty four blades on her sides."
The elevator dings as Bonnie pops her gum. Elena tosses back some Skittles and they enter Alaric office. The large room has a huge oval table. When they enter they see four men instead of one. Alaric smiles and greets them.
"Ah, girls glad you could make it. I hope no one is dead along the way?"
"Maybe a few half brained jay walkers, but nothing to bloody." Elena teases. They ignore the other three men and take their normal seats on the table, with their legs crossed.
"Weapons ladies,' he says with his back them. His is pouring himself a cup of coffee and misses them rolling their eyes.
"They don't have any on them,' one of the men says. His brown eyes fall onto the girl wearing the shorts. She returned the look with one of amusement. Standing she slid her hands on her thighs and pulled a gun into view. He smirked and watched as she gave it to her boss. The blond did the same, but she pulled hers from her back, surprising because of the top she wore. Beside him, his brother chuckled. Elena lifted her shirt and pulled six throwing stars from her sides. The girls really had galls.
"Better kill joy," Bonnie groaned. She hated not being armed. She felt so unprotected.
"Much, ladies I would like you to meet Elijah, and his brothers Niklaus and Finn. Oh, Elena, hand it over." Alaric held out his hand and their eyes widened when the brunette pulled a silver dagger from her bra.
"Are they always this loaded,' Finn asked. His eyes raked over Bonnie and his brow lifted.
"Yes. I wouldn't be surprised is Bonnie was hiding a rifle in those shorts. The girl stays packed." Alaric says. Bonnie shrugs and looks to her sisters.
"Why are we here?" Caroline interrupts. "We had a day planned."
"Such a daft little girl,' Bonnie grabs Caroline just as she is about to walk over to Niklaus. She always had the temper and they learned to catch her before she exploded. She would rip him apart if they let her.
"Ah, yes, ladies these men are The Originals."
"So this is a supernatural gig." Elena asked.
"Yes. I need you six to infiltrate the Lockwood Mansion."
"But that is,'
Alaric holds up his hand and nods. "Yes I know. They have something you will want back. You six are the best at what you do."
"Six, no, we work as three. I do not have time half brained attempts." Bonnie folds her arms over her chest and Alaric shrugs.
"Sorry ladies, but these are your new partners."
This idea came to me after I dreamed about zombies, and woke up watching Charlie Angels...R&R! Should I continue?