"Mission is a go. Repeat, you are green to go. Intercept and apprehend the Heinrich brothers. Secure the device. And remember, this mission is covert." Boss reiterated our mission objective to us via our earpieces.
Our mission was to capture two brothers, Karl and Jonas Heinrich. They were two...very bad men, who were very good businessmen in the wrong kind of business. And we were supposed to bring them in. Everything was planned, and I could only hope it went smoothly. The Boss Lady would roast us alive if we messed this up.
I was already in the club, and had already made a friend with a lovely woman called Xenia. I watched as my partners walked inside, and spotted me. I saw FDR smirk and I knew what was about to happen. They headed over, and Xenia finally took notice of the two attractive men approaching us.
"Those men are walking towards us." She whispered to me, her French accent sounding stronger than it had a moment ago. I smiled at that, and stood up straighter as Tuck and FDR got closer.
"You must relax, Xenia, and follow my lead." I said, before my partners reached us.
They stopped in front of us, and I knew they had their game faces on. Well, FDR certainly had his game face on. I'd seen the look on his face before, when we used to go clubbing together and he'd seen a girl he decided to seduce. Yet he was looking more at me, then at Xenia. I did a mental victory dance as it meant the outfit and wig I'd chosen was working. I was supposed to distract the youngest Heinrich brother, and if I was getting this reaction from Franklin then I was obviously going to complete my part of our plan.
"Hi, my name is Xenia and this is my friend, Britta." She introduced herself, holding her hand out and both of my partners shook it.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Tuck." He said, and I inwardly smiled at the familiar English accent. I loved his accent. It reminded me of old British movies, and Pierce Brosnan. He was my favourite Bond, before Daniel Craig came along.
"FDR." FDR lifted my hand and pressed his soft lips to the back of it, his eyes connecting with mine, showing the mischief in them. I smiled at him, beaming past ruby red lips.
"So what brings you to Hong Kong?" I teased them, knowing full well why we were here and what we had to accomplish, but despite the seriousness of the job, I had to get some fun out of it. "Business or pleasure?"
"Pleasure." FDR replied, winking at me, and I struggled not to blush. I mean, yes I know it's FDR, but he was still ridiculously attractive.
"Business." Tuck corrected him, his head fully in the mission and not much else, though his eyes would stray to me occasionally. I wonder if he liked the brunette wig I was wearing. It was a good wig. You wouldn't be able to tell that it wasn't my real hair.
"A little of both." FDR said.
"What kind of business are you in?" Xenia questioned. I raised an eyebrow at them, waiting to hear their answers which would no doubt amuse me to no end. Tuck crossed his arms over his chest, and FDR smiled at Xenia's question.
"I am a cruise ship captain of a very large vessel. My small friend here is a kick-ass travel agent." He said, and I almost laughed. Yet, I had to stay in role, and as FDR was hitting on me right now, I had to play along. Even if Tuck's expression at FDR's 'small friend' comment made me want double over laughing. It was halfway between pissed and amused.
Yet as I struggled to stop myself from laughing, a pick-up line popped into my head and with a smirk, I said it.
"Permission to come aboard, captain?" I asked, staring up at FDR, who just stared back until Tuck gripped his shoulder, and I grinned at him instead, breaking our eye contact.
"On that note, will you excuse us, ladies, because we do have work to do." Tuck said, giving me a look, which was both amused and annoyed, whilst reprimanding me from encouraging FDR to lose focus.
"No, we don't." FDR said, still staring at me and Xenia.
"Yes, we do." Tuck said, walking away from us, getting into position. I pouted at FDR, seeing that the Heinrich brothers had arrived and had climbed out of their helicopter. The fun was over, and now it was time to get my head in the game.
"Yes, we do." FDR repeated, straightening up, and winking at me, before he too moved away. I turned to Xenia, and smiled at her, and we started to talk again. Heinrich walked past me, and I winked and smiled seductively at the youngest, Jonas, as I caught his eye. He blushed and stumbled, but as the eldest brother turned to glare at me for taking his brother's attention, I was already facing the bar.
"The way you can turn even the most evil of men to mush with just a wink and a smile will always astound me." Tuck's voice said, coming through my earpiece. I smiled, though it would have looked like I was smiling at something that Xenia had said to me. Inwardly though, I was grimacing. My womanly wiles only seemed to work on pretty much everyone but Tuck.
I could hear FDR being hit on by another girl through my ear piece, which made me want to laugh again. That guy couldn't go anywhere without being hit on. Tuck was silent again, but I could see him in my peripheral vision, and I kept my eye on him as I barely paid attention to the conversation I was having with Xenia. I didn't see when the Heinrich's had gone into the guarded room, but I assumed they were already exchanging the money for the device. Collins, the Boss Lady, hadn't even informed us as to what the device was, just that it wasn't safe and we needed to retrieve it.
"Shots fired. Men down." Bothwick informed us via our earpieces.
Seconds later, the Heinrich brothers walked out of the room, with both cases in hand. They were just about to walk past Tuck, when FDR gave us the okay.
"All right. Here we go."
I knocked out one of the security guards that walked past me with a punch to his solar plexus, using my other hand to remove his weapon from his jacket. I held it behind my back as I slowly stalked forward. The eldest Heinrich turned around, and fired his gun up into the air, panicking the people at the party, including Xenia. I moved forward quickly, following Tuck and FDR as we chased the Heinrich's onto the helipad. I picked off some of the guards who were watching the helicopter that they had arrived in, diving as Tuck used a sub-machine gun to take out those I missed.
"Mag. I need a mag." I heard Tuck shout at FDR, as I took out the pilot. FDR ran towards him, taking his spare mag out of his top right pocket and handing to him, before taking out another guard. I looked back at Tuck, and he nodded at me, signalling another play. I kicked off my shoes, managing to flick them in the air, hitting one guard in the stomach, and breaking another's nose.
I went to take on Heinrich, with Tuck as my back-up, and I punched him in the face, and kneed him in the stomach, before I let him 'over-power' me. It was the damsel in distress routine. The bad guy gets lulled into a false sense of security, thinking that because I'm a small, dainty woman that I'm not as equipped at handling myself as the others, especially in a small, studded black dress.
"Drop your weapons or I'll make a hole in her pretty little face," He threatened. Tuck and FDR made a show of hesitating, before lowering their weapons but not dropping them. "I said, drop them."
I took that as my cue. I slammed my elbow into his gut, grabbing his hand and wrenching the gun out of it, before I took his legs out from underneath him. Apparently that pissed off his younger brother, who, after being kicked out of the helicopter by Tuck, picked himself up and charged at me. With Tuck distracted by Karl, the eldest brother, and FDR distracted with the remaining henchmen, Jonas and I fought near the edge of the building and when he stumbled, he grabbed hold of me to steady him which resulted in me taking a tumble of the edge. I grabbed onto the ledge, and attempted to pull myself up, but couldn't. I looked up and saw both Heinrich brothers looking down at me. Tuck must have gotten distracted by some of their bodyguards.
"Kill her." Karl ordered his younger brother, passing him a gun. After that, he leaped off the building and pulled his parachute open, gliding away to safety. I noticed Jonas was holding the black case in his other hand. The one with the device inside. The silver case with the money must've been dropped, because money was floating around me because of the helicopter blades causing a breeze.
He seemed hesitant to kill me, maybe because I was a woman, maybe because he thought I was pretty, who knows, but it would work out in my favor. It would buy me time until either Tuck or FDR came to my rescue, which really knocked my inner feminist back a few pegs.
"Rach!" I heard FDR yell, hopefully working his way towards me. I heard gunfire still, which meant that they were still busy. Until it suddenly stopped and Jonas was half-way to falling to his death and I had to let go of the ledge with one hand to catch the case, before we lost the device. FDR was trying to reel Jonas back in, but Jonas ripped FDR's jacket pocket off and he fell. I winced as I imagined the impact of his body hitting the pavement, and closed my eyes for a second to get rid of the mental images.
Tuck's face appeared above me, and I tossed FDR the case, so that Tuck could help me up.
Once I was standing on solid ground again, we watched the scene unfold on the ground below as we caught our breath back. Jonas' body had fallen on top of a car, and people were swarming it now. I winced, before we turned away from it. I tugged off the brunette wig, tossing it away, before shaking my blonde hair free so that it fell naturally around my shoulders. Now my head was a lot less hot, and I felt more like myself again. Being brunette had been fun, but blonde was better.
"Heinrich is not gonna be happy." FDR remarked.
"I'm more concerned about the boss." Tuck replied, and I found myself nodding, kneeling down to grab my heels. Tuck held my hand as I slipped them back on, so I didn't stumble over, and then tucked my hand into the crook of his arm as we walked away. FDR wrapped his arm around my waist, and I did the same.
"Definitely." I said, as I made sure one of the guys had the case. FDR still held it in his spare hand, and I felt myself relax a bit more. At least we still had something to bring back to Collins. We weren't totally screwed.
"Hey, you think that girl is still here?" FDR questioned. Tuck and I exchanged a smile, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Franklin, I love you, but think with your head for once. Not with what's in your pants. It has led you wrong far too many times for it to be the voice of reason. Need I remind you about Kandahar?" I answered him, earning a laugh from Tuck and a swat on the behind from FDR. I nearly socked him for that, but that was what happened every time I was 'sassy' to him, and when he was sarcastic to me, I slapped him on the back of the head. We had a system.
"What happened to 'Permission to come aboard, Captain?', huh?" FDR questioned.
"That was my character, Britta, talking, dear. I have no intentions of climbing aboard your vessel in the near future." I said.
"So there's hope in the far off future?" FDR joked.
"Sweetie, shut your mouth before I shoot you."