Chapter Four
Meow Mix
The long hall with its freshly polished floor seemed to go on forever as Xander and Hell Cat made their way towards the equipment area to pick up all the toys and gadgets they required for their secret mission.
Phones were ringing, voices could be heard over speaker telephones, and the smell of coffee wafted about, filling the air with a pleasant early morning aroma.
Neither one spoke as they walked side by side down the lengthy hall, their leather boots in stride with each other, both lost in their own thoughts. Cat paused for a moment to pull out a cigarette and then light it with her Zippo before she continued walking down the hall.
"Those things will kill you," Xander pointed out, looking as if he were speaking to just about anyone in the hall.
Without saying a word, she looked over at him. Feeling her eyes on him Xander added, "Yeah I know, piss off."
"You have a good memory," Cat replied, looking pleased. "You have more brains then Gibbons' assistant."
"I should hope so." They once again fell silent as they continued walking.
"You know, you don't look like a hacker," Xander observed.
"And you don't look like a secret agent," Cat cut in. "I guess we make quite the team." They both cracked a smile.
"So, is this your first assignment in Russia? These guys had me working in Prague. Beautiful place. Great clubs, even their-
"Look, save the chit chat, alright?" Cat interrupted somewhat politely, "I'm not here to make friends. I don't care where you've been, what you've done, or who you've done. Do I make myself clear?"
"Relax pussy cat, the feeling is mutual," Xander put on his sunglasses and straightened the fur collar on his leather jacket, appearing to give the impression he could care less.
"What the hell took you guys so long?" Was the greeting they received from secret weapons agent Mahoney as they entered the authorized area.
"Because princess here had to stop every two minutes to light up a cancer stick," Xander responded.
"Bite me," Cat replied.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
Cat hissed like an alley cat, receiving strange looks from agent Mahoney. "Lover's spat?" He sarcastically remarked. "Can we drop this and get down to business? Please?"
Xander and Cat both cooled down before Mahoney took over and preceded to demonstrate everything they would have at their disposal on this mission. When he was finished he asked, "Any questions?"
"I live for this shit," answered Xander behind his sunglasses.
"Let's do this," was Cat's final words as the two left for their jet headed to Russia.
Meow Mix
The long hall with its freshly polished floor seemed to go on forever as Xander and Hell Cat made their way towards the equipment area to pick up all the toys and gadgets they required for their secret mission.
Phones were ringing, voices could be heard over speaker telephones, and the smell of coffee wafted about, filling the air with a pleasant early morning aroma.
Neither one spoke as they walked side by side down the lengthy hall, their leather boots in stride with each other, both lost in their own thoughts. Cat paused for a moment to pull out a cigarette and then light it with her Zippo before she continued walking down the hall.
"Those things will kill you," Xander pointed out, looking as if he were speaking to just about anyone in the hall.
Without saying a word, she looked over at him. Feeling her eyes on him Xander added, "Yeah I know, piss off."
"You have a good memory," Cat replied, looking pleased. "You have more brains then Gibbons' assistant."
"I should hope so." They once again fell silent as they continued walking.
"You know, you don't look like a hacker," Xander observed.
"And you don't look like a secret agent," Cat cut in. "I guess we make quite the team." They both cracked a smile.
"So, is this your first assignment in Russia? These guys had me working in Prague. Beautiful place. Great clubs, even their-
"Look, save the chit chat, alright?" Cat interrupted somewhat politely, "I'm not here to make friends. I don't care where you've been, what you've done, or who you've done. Do I make myself clear?"
"Relax pussy cat, the feeling is mutual," Xander put on his sunglasses and straightened the fur collar on his leather jacket, appearing to give the impression he could care less.
"What the hell took you guys so long?" Was the greeting they received from secret weapons agent Mahoney as they entered the authorized area.
"Because princess here had to stop every two minutes to light up a cancer stick," Xander responded.
"Bite me," Cat replied.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
Cat hissed like an alley cat, receiving strange looks from agent Mahoney. "Lover's spat?" He sarcastically remarked. "Can we drop this and get down to business? Please?"
Xander and Cat both cooled down before Mahoney took over and preceded to demonstrate everything they would have at their disposal on this mission. When he was finished he asked, "Any questions?"
"I live for this shit," answered Xander behind his sunglasses.
"Let's do this," was Cat's final words as the two left for their jet headed to Russia.
