AN: Assassin!verse.
Agent V
As her assigned mark, she watched him. Studied him. His mannerisms, his likes and dislikes. With assistance from her IT friend, she knew which websites he looked at – what turned him on, that he kept in regular contact with friends, that he was apparently planning an elaborate trip to Nepal. Meticulously going through his trash, she knew he secretly fancied himself a gourmet cook and would spend hours on perfecting recipes.
She let him watch her, planned which parts of her personality he would be allowed to see. Drew him in to a fantasy world of hers that didn't really exist.
With a telephoto lens, she had a catalogue of hundreds of pictures of the man she only knew as Agent K. With full transparency to her superiors, she could admit his face was one of the most handsome she had ever seen – it didn't impact her work, but it did make the long hours more enjoyable. In private, she learned what the most subtle changes in his chiselled features meant. Now and then she wondered what it would be like to have those perfect lips on her own.
When she was finally given the greenlight to make contact, she felt as nervous as a schoolgirl. Letting herself into the apartment she had visited previously, she marvelled at its pristine nature – so unlike her own dishevelled shabby chic. How did one person maintain such order?
Hearing him approach, she took her position and held her breath. Hand on her trusty Smith and Wesson, she calmed herself as the door sprang open.