Disclaimer: this is 90-ish property of tecmo inc and I'm might invent a word or two. Deal with it.
Sorry about the lag, I have been busy playing with the girls as opposed to writing about them (doaxbv eye-candy fest and doa 2 ultimate lets ya fight in bikinis)
"Bonjour Cayenne" the radio turned on at 0630 "(incoherent French slop)"
"ohh, bloody hell!" Christie sighed, waking up after an insufficient amount of sleep "would you turn that damn thing off Ayane?'
"Christ woman, keep your shirt on, wait, no take it off, heh heh. Just gimme a second I just woke up." She swung blindly for the snooze button, finally hitting it on her third attempt. "this place serve breakfast? I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday."
"There isn't any variety but…"
There was a knock at the door, and a voice in Japanese with a heavy French accent called out "Room service!"
"I'll get it, then," Christie said, moving to the door "5 pounds says its from Donovan."
"wont find anyone in this room to take that bet. The briefing said there'd be a package today with "your orders regarding the location and… blah, blah, blah… target overdue for elimination." Ayane replied while Christie got the parcel from the hotel maid.
The assassin unwrapped the box from its shipping paper, "either donovan's pissed at your sist-"
"half-sister" she corrected
"As I was saying," Christie continued, "either kasumi p.o.-ed Donovan or, more likely, we're being sent after 'Mistress Helena.'" she ended in a mock respectful tone.
Hmmm. "A shilling says its Miss Frenchie" Ayane interjected in a fake British accent. "what's in the box, love?"
"well, even though your accent has gotten worse…" she chided "The target is indeed Helena. Last known location is Charles De Gaulle international airport, seen boarding a plane headed no stops for Guatemala. Damn, my Spanish is terrible. Local destination is unknown, and she only had one bag. Presumed visiting a private rain-forest hideaway."
Taking it all in, Ayane noticed the brit's face suddenly drop. "are the identities that bad?" she asked.
"Worse actually. I'm 'Laura Craft: brunette female Indiana Jones type archaeologist, specializing in Mayan artifice."
"Ha, ha" Ayane laughed "you're not serious!"
"No, really Laura Craft." She insisted. "But yours is a real treat…"
"oh, God. Here it comes" ayane muttered
"Ayane is to take the role of "chauffer and body servant" whom Ms. Craft recently employed on a museum visit to your current location" Christie read verbatim from the note on top of the box's contents. "As always, garb, id, and all essentials are herein."
"Ouch, but yours is still worse" the maid-to-be taunted, stretching her final word to two syllables
"Nope, wrong again, m' dear. I'm not the one who has to wear the 'French maid' skirt and blouse." Christie replied coolly removing a vacuum-sealed plastic bag containing the relevant costume. Flippint over so they could both see the skirt she commented "damn that's a short skirt. You'll be bending over often on this mission, I believe."
"Scheisse," she used the German expletive "the looks like it'll barely get passed my cheeks, and that's only if I try to sag it."
"Well, well, well. How the mighty have fallen. Bet you'd love walk around in public in a lime green bikini and tan cargo shorts instead!"
"yeah? Well fuck you. When's the plane leave?"
"we've got two hours, which means we have twenty minutes to dye our hair, shave our pubes, and get into costume." Christie said.
damn its been a long time. I'm taking next week off, so after Friday or so there won't be anything till the 18th-20th depending upon how soon I write once I'm back and what time-zone you're in. reviews are always welcomed, and encouraged, now read the next chapter. Its back to Hitomi and the good doctor john. (heh, I just realize I knew a doctor named john. That's purely a coincidence. I named the main char after my middle name. hey, if you suck a naming oc's use middle names of people you know its easier that "hmm, is "Patrick Stewart" a good name for a balding English actor?" peace out