Ino listened carefully to the noises outside of the van as they drove on. There was nothing but the sound of the wheels on the road, a smooth road too, which told her they were still on the interstate or at least relatively close to it. The farther away they were from the interstate and city streets, she knew, the bumpier the ride.
There was nothing though, wherever they were going was not some secretly closed off safe house in the backwoods of the state. Which only gave her a small comfort; she didn't want her body to be dumped in some forest.
Especially when she didn't even know if she was captured by the right people yet.
She smiled a little, knowing the two men in the front seat believed they had captured her with their skill and element of surprise. True, she didn't expect them to use knockout gas, believing they would have simply put a bag over her head and throw her into a van. Honestly though, she would have laughed at the male arrogance. She was not amateur enough to be captured in such a way. Ino knew the moment she had entered the museum that their mechanisms had been tampered with. That the jewels were purposely placed in an easy to crack safe in order to lure her in. Ino had planned for this to happen, even kept her techie/watchman, Sin, on the sidelines. He already had orders in case she was killed or was unable to contact him in 72 hours.
She wondered how many it had been already.
Asuma could feel her in the back of the van. Her scent allured him, called him, like a siren calling a sailor to his death. By God, he knew, he was more than eager to take that dive. He rubbed his eyes in frustration. Drawing on the control he was so famous for, he turned his thoughts to the woman waiting for him back home.
He recalled Kurenai's long black tresses, and red bow mouth. He forced himself to remember the hot looks she constantly sent his way with her bright red eyes. She was a beautiful woman and though their relationship was rocky at best, he was not an unfaithful man.
No matter how much the siren in the back called to him.
"Hey." Kiba called to him, interrupting him from his inner battle.
He turned his gaze to Kiba, glad to focus on someone other than the two women.
"You alright there, Boss. Seem a little tense." Kiba noted with a knowing grin plastered on his face.
A smile that made Asuma want to immediately smack it off. He reigned his impulse in however and stole a glance at the small multi holed window of the back of the van. She was thinking back there, calculating- of what he didn't know-, he could feel it. Feel her.
"Boss?" Kiba nudged him and Asuma met his eyes.
"Focus. We have a job to do."
Asuma nodded, if he wasn't so frustrated he would have laughed at the fact that his probe partner was telling him to focus. It spoke loudly on how his external image was affected by the presence of this woman. This thief.
That's right, Asuma...keep that close. She's a thief... and you hate theives. He nodded again, assuring himself as he turned his eyes back on to the black strip.
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Ino forced herself to stay awake; from pinching herself to biting her shoulder to playing songs in her head. They weren't even good songs, oh no, the only songs she could remember that would keep her up were from Miley Cyrus and All time low.... and... Madonna, it made her shudder. She HATED Madonna. No woman over the age of 45 should be allowed to dance around in a leotard with her legs spread wide... Gah... The stray thought had her wide awake again. At the exact moment she felt the wheels slow down.
Only a few minutes later did the van roll to a full stop and her instincts flared. Wherever they had brought her, she was ready for it. Torture, interrogation, probably a string of days of sitting in a chair in a hot, dark room, with a single light and no water were waiting for her. She rolled her eyes at her imagination, too many episodes of Law and Order.
At that moment the double doors flew open and the bright light seared her eyes. When they had adjusted to was staring into the face of "Boss" as the rowdy one called him. The light behind him cut sharp shadows on his cheekbones, but god he was still beautiful. Too bad he was still the enemy.
Too damn bad.
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Asuma wanted to groan at the look she was giving him and when her small pink tongue darted out to wet her lips he was ready to throw himself under a bus... or under her. She was a temptress and every time her jade green eyes met his he felt she could see into his soul. See his needs and desires. For her. This woman intrigued him and he respected her even. Most female captives either burst into tears and beg for mercy or they try and seduce him. No, he knew neither would come from this one. She was a fighter and should she survive the questioning, the agency would have their hand fulls. He allowed himself a small admission to the fact that he wouldn't mind the seduction if it had come from her. However, as her eyes switched from heated to calculation, taking in the background behind him, he refocused. She was a thief. She was an enemy.
And he was her interrogator.
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Sorry this is short and that its late, but I'm working on the next chapter (which you'll love..i hope). To keep you hooked I'll just tell you that well.... who's your daddy is going to play a role...... and who knows? Maybe Ino does get hired by this secret agency and gets caught in a web of lies and deception as they try to find a traitor? I don't know..... someone might even killed....
Or not.
Just gotta read and find out dontcha?