Dark Hearted Moon
Chapter 2
She was right; Mr. Kamata was pleased. He was downright tickled, as a matter of fact. He played the tape three times over, his expression of delight growing a shade each time. After the third time, he folded his fingers together.
"I am extremely impressed, Miss..."
"Williams. Anna Williams."
"Ah! Of course, of course...how could I forget? The automotive business has taken more of a toll on my memory as of late." He sighed and chuckled in a bogus sort of paternity. As pleasing as he was trying to make his mindless banter to Anna, she was doing nothing but wasting her time. She began to say something, then quickly silenced herself. Self-control was one of her stronger points, especially in the company of men - though she did succumb to those stupid little candies.
"Are you interested in a follow-up, Miss Williams?"
Anna had rejected follow-up objectives so many times that she started to churn out her automated response of 'Thank you very much, but my agenda needs me elsewhere', but oddly there was an undeniable sense of necessity to this scheme. She blinked and nodded in silent agreement.
"Excellent, excellent! You've filled the hole in the field of espionage, Miss Williams." There was something about this comment that churned up rancid memories of her sister Nina. Not only had her blood type changed in cryosleep, but apparently her estrogen levels had increased by about 3000%. She used to get along relatively well with her sister, but there really hadn't been much contact between them as of late. There had been some fleeting comments like "Call a cab for me, Nina, I'm going to be late" or "Anna, should I wear the red one or the black one to the police ball?", but Anna simply wasn't having all that much fun socializing with Nina anymore. So much for Nina.
"Um...thank you, Mr. Kamata."
"Please, please! Call me Ken!" he said jovially, once again putting on that disgusting façade of false paternity. Anna saw right through things like that - in fact, she could rationalize basically everything, which was what made her such an exemplary spy. He ran his fingers through his wily black hair and grinned, flashing a set of unsettlingly white teeth. Anna realized in shock that despite his lapses into fond reminiscing, Ken Kamata couldn't have been more than 25.
"Anyway, here's what I'd like you to do for next Sunday..."
Anna loved formal occasions. It gave her an excuse to beautify herself, and while she usually dolled up even for reconnaissance missions, there was just something so empowering about using too much lipstick.
She didn't expect to spend too much time in Thailand, so her lodging was a rather grotty little apartment building. Though it had all the amenities she needed, it wasn't the Ritz. Being in the dumpy little flat made Anna hurt for her posh mansion in Ireland, but she didn't let it get the best of her.
Peering into the mirror, she gently dabbed a little bit of foundation on her cheeks. Seeing herself reminded her of a rather nasty altercation she and Nina had had regarding her profession. Nina tried to play the holier-than-thou card and exalt the coveted title of police officer, trying to coax Anna to 'turn away from the dark side'. Anna didn't listen, of course. She knew what she was doing wasn't wrong. In fact, she only took missions against parties that she felt were harmful or parasitic - for example, Touga Corporation's notorious reputation for embezzling from their less business-savvy clients had rubbed Anna the wrong way.
Again, Anna's target tonight was Touga Corporation. They were having a high-class ball and Anna needed to work her way into the complex in order to retrieve some automotive plans. Who would have known that corporate espionage was so complicated? One of Mr. Kamata's associates had so conveniently hacked into the guest list file and added a 'Rhea Johnson' to the list, giving Anna a little more leeway than in her last foray into Touga's depths.
She tugged out a loose thread in her black Gucci dress, slipped on a pair of black stiletto heels (she hated high heels, but she hadn't anticipated any corporate parties and had only brought another pair of shoes), popped another of the candies in her mouth (she discovered their name to be Konki Candy, something she found rather amusing) and opened the door to be greeted by...
CRACK!
...a loud crash of thunder. Anna jumped in alarm and her foot bent inside her shoe,
another much-hated danger of high heels.
"Ow!" she cried, slipping her foot back into the groove of the shoe. She looked to the sky - black clouds as far as she could see.
"Oh, God," muttered Anna as she ambled to her car. Her ankle was killing her and her pace was reduced to a mere limp. "Don't rain, don't rain, please don't rain..."
Raindrops whistled through the air and found residence in Anna's neatly trimmed brown hair. She gasped at the sudden coldness, then started limping to her car even faster.
"Crap!" she said. She finally reached her much-loved little white Mercedes and hopped in, the warm interior a welcome change after the cold Thailand air. She chuckled to herself and reached into her pocket to find...
"Gah! My keys!" Anna took off her heels, flung them in the backseat, then ran back to her apartment to get her forgotten keys.
A/N: Well, it's off to another mission for ol' Anna! ^_^ Yes, I wrote about Anna. I think she's kewl. ^_~;; Anyway, drop me a review, that's a good reader...enjoy!
Chapter 2
She was right; Mr. Kamata was pleased. He was downright tickled, as a matter of fact. He played the tape three times over, his expression of delight growing a shade each time. After the third time, he folded his fingers together.
"I am extremely impressed, Miss..."
"Williams. Anna Williams."
"Ah! Of course, of course...how could I forget? The automotive business has taken more of a toll on my memory as of late." He sighed and chuckled in a bogus sort of paternity. As pleasing as he was trying to make his mindless banter to Anna, she was doing nothing but wasting her time. She began to say something, then quickly silenced herself. Self-control was one of her stronger points, especially in the company of men - though she did succumb to those stupid little candies.
"Are you interested in a follow-up, Miss Williams?"
Anna had rejected follow-up objectives so many times that she started to churn out her automated response of 'Thank you very much, but my agenda needs me elsewhere', but oddly there was an undeniable sense of necessity to this scheme. She blinked and nodded in silent agreement.
"Excellent, excellent! You've filled the hole in the field of espionage, Miss Williams." There was something about this comment that churned up rancid memories of her sister Nina. Not only had her blood type changed in cryosleep, but apparently her estrogen levels had increased by about 3000%. She used to get along relatively well with her sister, but there really hadn't been much contact between them as of late. There had been some fleeting comments like "Call a cab for me, Nina, I'm going to be late" or "Anna, should I wear the red one or the black one to the police ball?", but Anna simply wasn't having all that much fun socializing with Nina anymore. So much for Nina.
"Um...thank you, Mr. Kamata."
"Please, please! Call me Ken!" he said jovially, once again putting on that disgusting façade of false paternity. Anna saw right through things like that - in fact, she could rationalize basically everything, which was what made her such an exemplary spy. He ran his fingers through his wily black hair and grinned, flashing a set of unsettlingly white teeth. Anna realized in shock that despite his lapses into fond reminiscing, Ken Kamata couldn't have been more than 25.
"Anyway, here's what I'd like you to do for next Sunday..."
Anna loved formal occasions. It gave her an excuse to beautify herself, and while she usually dolled up even for reconnaissance missions, there was just something so empowering about using too much lipstick.
She didn't expect to spend too much time in Thailand, so her lodging was a rather grotty little apartment building. Though it had all the amenities she needed, it wasn't the Ritz. Being in the dumpy little flat made Anna hurt for her posh mansion in Ireland, but she didn't let it get the best of her.
Peering into the mirror, she gently dabbed a little bit of foundation on her cheeks. Seeing herself reminded her of a rather nasty altercation she and Nina had had regarding her profession. Nina tried to play the holier-than-thou card and exalt the coveted title of police officer, trying to coax Anna to 'turn away from the dark side'. Anna didn't listen, of course. She knew what she was doing wasn't wrong. In fact, she only took missions against parties that she felt were harmful or parasitic - for example, Touga Corporation's notorious reputation for embezzling from their less business-savvy clients had rubbed Anna the wrong way.
Again, Anna's target tonight was Touga Corporation. They were having a high-class ball and Anna needed to work her way into the complex in order to retrieve some automotive plans. Who would have known that corporate espionage was so complicated? One of Mr. Kamata's associates had so conveniently hacked into the guest list file and added a 'Rhea Johnson' to the list, giving Anna a little more leeway than in her last foray into Touga's depths.
She tugged out a loose thread in her black Gucci dress, slipped on a pair of black stiletto heels (she hated high heels, but she hadn't anticipated any corporate parties and had only brought another pair of shoes), popped another of the candies in her mouth (she discovered their name to be Konki Candy, something she found rather amusing) and opened the door to be greeted by...
CRACK!
...a loud crash of thunder. Anna jumped in alarm and her foot bent inside her shoe,
another much-hated danger of high heels.
"Ow!" she cried, slipping her foot back into the groove of the shoe. She looked to the sky - black clouds as far as she could see.
"Oh, God," muttered Anna as she ambled to her car. Her ankle was killing her and her pace was reduced to a mere limp. "Don't rain, don't rain, please don't rain..."
Raindrops whistled through the air and found residence in Anna's neatly trimmed brown hair. She gasped at the sudden coldness, then started limping to her car even faster.
"Crap!" she said. She finally reached her much-loved little white Mercedes and hopped in, the warm interior a welcome change after the cold Thailand air. She chuckled to herself and reached into her pocket to find...
"Gah! My keys!" Anna took off her heels, flung them in the backseat, then ran back to her apartment to get her forgotten keys.
A/N: Well, it's off to another mission for ol' Anna! ^_^ Yes, I wrote about Anna. I think she's kewl. ^_~;; Anyway, drop me a review, that's a good reader...enjoy!