Bonjour, folks! This is a completely different story to my other one and the two are not linked in any way.(Though this one will also eventually include Remy)

Please forgive my terrible writing skillsxxx

The coffee was wonderfully bitter. A dark, thick brew to remind her that life was bitter and cruel, and she had to be ready for it.

She sank back into her chair and took a drag from her cigarette, clasping her coffee and eyeing the man facing her. He was expertly tied to a cold, metal chair, his wary eyes darting from the women in front of him, the front door and the sleek, black gun resting upon the kitchen counter.

"Don't you just love the smell of coffee in the mornings?" Her voice was cool and clipped, pronouncing her British accent. The coffee burnt her tongue as she raised a thin eyebrow.

The man, named Etienne, licked his lips, "I've always been more of a tea-man myself ma'am."

"Shame." Another mouthful of scalding coffee and another drag from the cigarette.

"Excuse me Madame, mais, I was wondering whether you were going to be shooting me, because I couldn't help but notice, you have the loveliest looking gun over there." Etienne was babbling; unnerved by the cold raven headed women and the shining automatic weapon mere meters from were he sat.

His job had been simple; to deliver a message - and look where it had got him!

Tied up and shivering, in the apartment of a woman who clearly had no qualms about putting a bullet through his head.

"That depends." She cocked her head and gazed at him through mirrored sunglasses, "On why I found you in my apartment."

"Ah well, oui, erm; y' see I'm only the messenger…" Etienne watched as his captor swallowed the final grainy dregs of her coffee, clearly unimpressed with his explanation. He panicked when she rose from the armchair and strode towards her kitchenette…and her gun.

"Who's messenger?" She was getting impatient; she placed her empty mug on the polished marble surface and picked up the gun. Cigarette between her lips, she assembled the weapon in quick, sharp motions before snapping it off 'safety' and pointing it at the intruders head.

"Jean-Luc's! I…I am delivering a message from Jean-Luc!" He was desperate, struggling wildly and praying for god to have mercy.

"Jean-Luc?" Her voice was as cold and indifferent as before, but inside her mind was reeling. "And what is the message?"

"He…he wants to see you, he wants you to come and see him, he wants to talk." Etienne eyed the gun nervously, regretting taking the job. This wasn't what he had signed up for.

"Why didn't he come and see me himself, why did he send you?" She didn't understand and it made her angry.

"Je ne se pas! I do not know! Please don't shoot me!"

"Okay."

"Huh?" He watched confused and suspicious as she put her gun down next to a bowl of fruit and picked up a knife.

She idly took another puff of her cigarette and played with the knife, flipping it up and down and up and down.

"I said, 'Okay'."

Etienne screwed his eyes shut as he heard her stilettos approach him, praying that the end would be quick and painless. But his eyes snapped open in surprise when instead of cutting his throat; the mysterious woman sliced the rope connecting him to the chair.

"Leave, and tell Jean-Luc that I will not be summoned like a dog." He opened his mouth to question her before snapping it shut again when he saw her face. Etienne backed out of the apartment slowly before sprinting down the stairs, away from the scary, cold woman and her cigarette and coffee.

What do you think? Should I continue? Pretty please review!