She turned slowly and arched a slender, sculpted, silver brow at the tall, blond sniper, meeting his intense, electric, diamond-blue gaze. An edge of a smile curved the corners of her burgundy lips. "Mr. Light how nice to see you again...I thought I kept seeing you all day."
He nodded to her, coolly. "Why, thank you, Ms. Frost. It's quite a town for that...have you enjoyed your trip so far?"
Maxwell gave a careless shrug, looking around casually, feeling the 'tzing' along her nerves that always underscored their dealings. "Is it then? I always thought one could get lost here." She replied, continuing to look up at him, her smile slightly amused before answering his question. "New York is always good for a laugh."
MacBride got a slight shiver...an icy cool feeling ran through him like snowmelt. It happened, whenever he spoke to her. "Mmmhmm. You never know what you'll see..." Looking back to her, his eyes flare for a moment... "Looking forward to dinner?"
The silver-haired assasin smiled a bit more. "It is just a briefing. Nothing to be all that upset about." She pointed out as she spotted the driver for the limo signaling her and her companion. "It is time then." She stepped ahead, leading the way to the car...
He nodded to her, giving a fairly nonchalant acceptance and following her over to the limo. Opening the door for her, he gave a nod to the interior. "After you."
She slid into the midnight-black, velvety interior. A stark white envelope rested on a table along with a small, crimson, velvet box. A bottle of wine chilled in a silver ice-bucket joined by a pair of crystal goblets...She took her seat, leaning back and crossing her legs with casual elegance. She picked up the envelope, tore it open and began reading the contents
Raising an eyebrow as he slipped in, he looked at the envelope, box, and the wine. "Good news...?"
Silvery brows shot up as Max passed the letter over to him for inspection, she then lifted the lid of the box. "Tends to depend on how you view the situation."
Cooper's normally deadpan face went a bit pale in surprise.... "Yeah. That's an understatement..."
She looked at the pair of rings resting on a bed of charcoal-grey satin. Each ring bore a two carat, Marquis-cut, black diamond set in gleaming platinum. There was a silken rasp from her crossed legs as she adjusts her seating position. "Disguise effective immediately." She sighed as an unreadable expression flickered over her normally serene features.
He nodded, taking his band. "Well...with this ring..." He shook his head. "So much for me being a good Catholic boy." He quipped as he slipped the ring on, looking over to her...
She slipped the matching ring on the appropriate finger and arched a brow at him. Her expression torn between amusement and exasperation. "You are Catholic?" She asked, her soft, melodic voice laced with mild surprise, before continuing on with their orders. "The cover is that we're meeting father for dinner to announce our recent engagement."
MacBride grimaced a bit. "Theoretically. I was Baptized that way, at least." He nodded. "Always good to check in with dad." The statement was said a bit too quickly, he did not want to say too much on the conditions of their latest assignment. It was safer that way.
Max nodded and smirked. "Considering he's the deputy director of the NSA, very good." She poured herself a glass of wine leaning forth a bit....
"Mmmm..." He took a glass as well, raising it. "Well, here's to our engagement, dear."
Her smirk deepened as she lifted her glass in turn. "Indeed? Will wonders ever cease?" She asked looking him over, approving of his suit and how he filled it out... Finishing the toast, his eyes ran her down as well...yes, this should be quite interesting.
Max shivered a bit as she sipped her wine. She was acutely conscious of his eyes on her body, flushing a bit as her leg lightly brushed his. She took a slow, deep breath, silently cursing herself for her attack of nerves. Frankly, it disturbed her, this never happened with anyone else, till he came along.
He can't help but think about all those little fantasies...his finger found her's after her leg slipped against his...biting his lip lightly... this could be very, very good or very, very bad.....
Stiletto (aka Maxwell) leaned a bit into her new 'fiance', slipping into the role of 'fiancee'. She cursed herself mentally as her pulse jumped when contact was made. She took another sip of wine, hoping to distract herself from her sudden attack of nerves. She thought ahead to what her father might have in mind for the assignment......
As the limo ride went on, Low Light didn't even notice it as he adjusted in his seat so that Maxwell could set a bit more comfortably against him. Feeling her adjust in, he sighed a bit. Maybe it was the wine making him feel this lightheaded. Setting the wine glass back on the limo's sidebar, he simply attempted to relax and enjoy the ride, and wait for their briefing with Maxwell's father.