BTW, I realized today that I am special. Yes I am, Neo's Boss! I am the ONLY person on FF.net who has named the Twins! Ya! Go me! *heh* Well, the Merovingian calls them One and Two...
Antoine the Killer.
After lunch, they got back into the Twins' Escalade, and wove their way out of the pretty, upper class part of town into the dingy downtown area. They eventually, after taking a very circuitous route, ended up in front of an ancient, run down apartment building.
"You don't wear gloves?" Antoine asked, watching them prepare.
They looked at her as if she was slightly dumb. "Nooo... We're programs, remember? No DNA?"
She looked sheepish, and pretended to check her knives. As they entered the building, she amused herself by watching Aidenn's reaction to the filth that surrounded them. She had known that he was fastidious, but not to this extent. He looked as if he was about to pass out. He resolutely set his head forward and started up the stairs after his Twin. She followed. Suddenly, all three of their cell phones rang (Antoine had been issued one, along with some knives of her own, by the Merovingian.) They all cursed the noise, and picked up.
"Hello?" All three answered at once.
The Merovingian's voice came from all three phones. "One, Two. And Antoine," he added, as if it were an afterthought. "I'm calling to remind you, she does the killing. No guns. Either hand to hand or knives. And Jumeaux! No meat locker!"
Antoine, after turning off her phone, turned to them, a very questioning look on her face.
"It's a long story. The first person we killed for the Merovingian we, uh..." Aidenn finished by muttering something.
"What?!" She asked.
"We slit his throat, hung him in a meat locker, and left him there." Adrian continued. "Unfortunately, we," he nodded at his Twin, "got some hair stuck on the hook. Almost got caught our very first time..."
Aidenn blushed, but then seemed to remember something, "Oh yeah? How about that time, the same day, that we drove around for SIX HOURS and we wouldn't let us stop for directions?"
Antoine, sensing an argument, broke in "Um, do you really think that this is the time or the place to be doing this?"
"No." They answered, and, pausing only to glare at each other, continued up the stairs.
At last, on the eighth floor, the Twins stopped before one door. This door was so grimy that the number couldn't be read, but they shoved her forward.
"What, aren't you coming in?"
"No, but one of us will be ghosted looking through the ceiling so we can watch and help you if you need it." Adrian looked at her startled face. "But you won't, don't worry."
She swallowed once and shoved the door open. She rather enjoyed the sound of the cheap lock breaking. She allowed her momentum to carry her into the room, and found herself staring into the pale, startled face of a Caucasian man. She kicked the door shut behind her.
He looked at her for a few seconds before saying "Uh... I think you have the wrong room. You want next door..." Then he caught sight of the rage on her face, and stammered, "Oh... you're not..."
She shook her head, violently. "I am here on the behalf of my employer. The Merovingian."
He turned ever paler, and started opening and closing his mouth, like a fish trying to breath air. "I-I... What? He..."
"He is most displeased with you. I have been ordered to kill you... unless..."
"What? What! Anything! Do-don't kill me!"
"Give me one reason that I should not."
"What are the terms?" He appeared to be sizing her up, seeing if he could fight her. He appeared to have decided that he could, and was speaking more confidently.
"If you can give me the money you owe him, now, I will let you live."
"But that's outrageous! I'm not going to have two million sitting around my apartment!"
"Then, my friend, I believe that you have a problem." She watched him open his drawer, at what she was sure he thought was incredible speed, and pointed a gun at her. She had it out of his hand and in a corner so fast he hadn't even seen her coming at him. Drawing a throwing knife, she followed through with a smooth throw. She had turned back to the door before his body had even hit the floor. She jumped slightly as Adrian materialized in front of her.
"Well done. We think he'll be pleased."
She was shivering slightly. "Good for him. I really couldn't care less."
"Your first kill?"
She nodded.
"Do you still want the job?" This was Aidenn, who had just ghosted through the door.
"I think so. I think I can get used to it."
"Alright. That's good. Come on, let's get out of here."
Antoine the Killer.
After lunch, they got back into the Twins' Escalade, and wove their way out of the pretty, upper class part of town into the dingy downtown area. They eventually, after taking a very circuitous route, ended up in front of an ancient, run down apartment building.
"You don't wear gloves?" Antoine asked, watching them prepare.
They looked at her as if she was slightly dumb. "Nooo... We're programs, remember? No DNA?"
She looked sheepish, and pretended to check her knives. As they entered the building, she amused herself by watching Aidenn's reaction to the filth that surrounded them. She had known that he was fastidious, but not to this extent. He looked as if he was about to pass out. He resolutely set his head forward and started up the stairs after his Twin. She followed. Suddenly, all three of their cell phones rang (Antoine had been issued one, along with some knives of her own, by the Merovingian.) They all cursed the noise, and picked up.
"Hello?" All three answered at once.
The Merovingian's voice came from all three phones. "One, Two. And Antoine," he added, as if it were an afterthought. "I'm calling to remind you, she does the killing. No guns. Either hand to hand or knives. And Jumeaux! No meat locker!"
Antoine, after turning off her phone, turned to them, a very questioning look on her face.
"It's a long story. The first person we killed for the Merovingian we, uh..." Aidenn finished by muttering something.
"What?!" She asked.
"We slit his throat, hung him in a meat locker, and left him there." Adrian continued. "Unfortunately, we," he nodded at his Twin, "got some hair stuck on the hook. Almost got caught our very first time..."
Aidenn blushed, but then seemed to remember something, "Oh yeah? How about that time, the same day, that we drove around for SIX HOURS and we wouldn't let us stop for directions?"
Antoine, sensing an argument, broke in "Um, do you really think that this is the time or the place to be doing this?"
"No." They answered, and, pausing only to glare at each other, continued up the stairs.
At last, on the eighth floor, the Twins stopped before one door. This door was so grimy that the number couldn't be read, but they shoved her forward.
"What, aren't you coming in?"
"No, but one of us will be ghosted looking through the ceiling so we can watch and help you if you need it." Adrian looked at her startled face. "But you won't, don't worry."
She swallowed once and shoved the door open. She rather enjoyed the sound of the cheap lock breaking. She allowed her momentum to carry her into the room, and found herself staring into the pale, startled face of a Caucasian man. She kicked the door shut behind her.
He looked at her for a few seconds before saying "Uh... I think you have the wrong room. You want next door..." Then he caught sight of the rage on her face, and stammered, "Oh... you're not..."
She shook her head, violently. "I am here on the behalf of my employer. The Merovingian."
He turned ever paler, and started opening and closing his mouth, like a fish trying to breath air. "I-I... What? He..."
"He is most displeased with you. I have been ordered to kill you... unless..."
"What? What! Anything! Do-don't kill me!"
"Give me one reason that I should not."
"What are the terms?" He appeared to be sizing her up, seeing if he could fight her. He appeared to have decided that he could, and was speaking more confidently.
"If you can give me the money you owe him, now, I will let you live."
"But that's outrageous! I'm not going to have two million sitting around my apartment!"
"Then, my friend, I believe that you have a problem." She watched him open his drawer, at what she was sure he thought was incredible speed, and pointed a gun at her. She had it out of his hand and in a corner so fast he hadn't even seen her coming at him. Drawing a throwing knife, she followed through with a smooth throw. She had turned back to the door before his body had even hit the floor. She jumped slightly as Adrian materialized in front of her.
"Well done. We think he'll be pleased."
She was shivering slightly. "Good for him. I really couldn't care less."
"Your first kill?"
She nodded.
"Do you still want the job?" This was Aidenn, who had just ghosted through the door.
"I think so. I think I can get used to it."
"Alright. That's good. Come on, let's get out of here."
