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Chapter 4: Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy – but here's my number, so call me maybe!

Meanwhile, Hunter was still closely observing Ms Edvardson, trying to make it look like a casual checking out. May was right, he was experienced in that, though he if he was honest, he couldn't say if that was only a good thing: Most of his flirts and one-night-stands had been a result of a fight or a break-up with Bobbi. Whatever he did, he would probably never get over that woman. She had his heart. Yes, she would hurt it, break it, crush it, but in the end, she would still not give back the pieces. Hopefully, this time he would be the one to keep her. He didn't care if with or without a ring on her finger, just her.

At one point, Edvardson shot him a glance over her shoulder, smiling and raising an eyebrow. No doubt had she noticed his interest in her. Two dances later, she whispered something in Paul's ear and patted him on the arm. Then, without hesitation, the woman walked straight towards Hunter, pinning him down with a look out of her blue eyes. The colour was so clear and striking that one would notice it even behind her glasses in this dimm light. Surprising, really, that she hadn't switched to contact lenses for dancing.

"Mark approaching", was the only thing he could mutter into his microphone before she was already standing in front of him.
"Hey", she said, grinning mischievously, "hast du mich oder meinen Freund die ganze Zeit angestarrt?"
"Uhm, hi, unfortunately I don't speak German", the agent replied.

It was probably not the cleverest thing to say but it was the truth. His mark laughed.

"No worries mate, I just wanted to know at whom you have been staring: Me or the friend I was dancing with?" One could hear the years of expensive education and studying in Oxford in her very melodic voice, her English was as natural and British as Jemma's or Hunter's.
"Who would I have a chance with?", Hunter gave back a question.

It was answered immediately.

"No chance with Paul, sorry to disappoint you, he isn't free and I know neither he nor his partner are into threesomes, sorry."

She didn't even attempt to fake pity but went on with a sparkle in her eyes.

"But you can buy me a drink and I'll think about it."
"Awesome idea," he confirmed, surprised the whole thing went so smoothly.

Since he was sitting on a barstool and she was standing, the height was a bit odd. With a shrug she pulled out the last free chair, squeezing it in next to Hunter and the bar before climbing on top of it.

"That's better." She sounded mroe than happy with ehrself, making him laugh.
"Great! What would you like?", he asked.
"Sex on the beach", she replied, sounding totally innocent.
"Wouldn't we all like that?"

Hunter could literally hear Skye facepalm herself at the other end of the line. But well, this was his kind of humour, maybe it would work here as well.

"To sandy for my taste", Edvardson shrugged, keeping her face absolutely blank.
"That was smooth", Skye remarked in the background, definitely approving.
"By the way, what's your name?", the woman in front of Hunter asked, just as he flagged down the barkeeper, "I'm Xandra."
"I'm Lance, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. I guess I left my good manners in the US. Xandra, is that short for Alexandra?"
She nodded. "Alexandra is so long and Xandra is just a bit more inspiring than Alex or Lexa I reckon."
The man nodded thoughtfully. "Inspiring, just as you are."
She made a slightly gagging sound into her drink. "Lance, if I got a dollar for every time a guy told me that..."

It was hard to say whether she was being serious or ironic.

"Get her to talk about special interests, job, or family", May ordered via earpiece.

But before he could ask any question, Alexandra already started: "So what is an Englishman like you doing here?"
"I'm in Munich on business and I didn't know what to do tonight, so I figured I should try out this club."

Technically, it was only half a lie, he told himself. It surely shouldn't bother him, he had worked as a mercenary for a long time and had lied so often he had lost track, but now somehow he felt bad about not telling her the truth. Even though Hunter couldn't quite say what it was, there was something about her that made him like her straight away. It was magnetic, made him want to get to know her.

Xandra leaned forward, bringing her face closer to him. He followed her move, successfully keeping himself from looking down her dress. White and coloured lights were illuminating their faces, a moment still as a photo, both just looking at each other in silence. Under different circumstances, he might have been in danger of falling for her, he realized. She was pretty, cheeky, and witty, exactly what he liked. Even her hair colour... blonde was just so his type. He never had thought of glasses as especially attractive, but that girl just nailed it with her Guccis. Xandra's head was tilted slightly to the left when suddenly a mysterious smile spread over her face.

"I'd have an idea what we could do tonight…"
"No Hunter, you are NOT screwing that girl for information", May protested right away.

He pretended not to hear her.

"And that would be?", he asked the woman with a cocky smile. He was really interested in what she would offer him.

Would he sleep with her? Probably not, given the current situation and how things with Bobbi were developing. He wouldn't risk that. Not for a bloody code!

"You could tell me who you are working for and who is on the other side of that nice little earpiece you are wearing. And maybe, just maybe, I will tell you what you'd like to know."

Skye and May looked at each other dumbstruck. In all their eventualities, they'd never imagined that this could happen, that their asset could suspect something. Or that anyone would notice Hunter's little earpiece.

"Play dumb", May ordered curtly.
"Uhm sorry sweetheart, but I have not a bloody clue what you are talking about. What are those earpieces anyway?"

As far as he could see in the disco lights, Xandra was rolling her eyes.

"Lance, your deception skills and charme might work on an average woman, but I'd like to think that I am not average. And I do know what a super-hightech earpiece looks like. So again, who are you working for? MI6? FBI? CIA? Or somebody from the private sector? I'd guess SHIELD or even HYDRA - but no, they are all crumbled down, never to rise again. Therefore, not an option."

Just for a moment something flickered over Hunter's face, a mixture between anger and amusement. Ordinary people wouldn't have noticed anything, but as Edvardson had said, she was far from ordinary.

"Okay, so either SHIELD or HYDRA it is", she stated matter of factly, just as if those things happened to her on a daily basis. Somewhere on the other side of Munich, two agents sighed in unisono.
"Hunter get her in. But I want to talk to her before I make the final decision", May barked through her comms.

The British agent shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"SHIELD sweetheart, and my boss would like to talk to you. No trust in my negotiation skills..."
"I thought it from the beginning on", she smirked, "that you are SHIELD, not the thing about your skills. And I am happy to meet your boss. But I also have a life, I'd like to do this on, let's say, unsuspicious terms. So no nightly kidnapping or sudden disappearing. But I am free tomorrrow, what about meeting at Dalmayers for tea?"
"That girl has style", Skye murmured, "but when is damn teatime?"
"What kind of tea would you propose? High tea? Or later?", Hunter asked, while Skye mouthed "British" at her SO.
"4 o'clock would be suitable", Xandra replied, "I'd give you my number but I guess you already have it anyway. So what are you going to do now? Staying or leaving?" "Drinking?", he offered, smiling flirtily.
"If you are paying Lance."

It wasn't surprising that a woman like her, grown up somewhat in high society, knew how to do smalltalk, but it was surprising how good she was at interrogating. Behind each question he could feel a thought, a plan, she was asking nothing just for the sake of it. He didn't give her any relevant information though and she kept digging charmingly. In return, she only told him things he already knew because of Skye's research. It was like a game, but not a frustrating one as anybody would have thought, no, it was a funny, a pleasant little game. A civilian would have just seen two people talking and smiling to each other while drinking more and more Scotch. After their fourth round of drinks and some really annoying vocal harassment by his team, Hunter declared it was time for him to go and stood up. But before he could move away, Alexandra grapped him by his arm. Her playful expression became deadly serious as she looked at him.

"You are not taking the car, okay? Get a cab, but don't drive!"

In her determined, hard voice, Hunter could hear something else, even in his slightly intoxiated state: Fear.

"No worries Sweatheart, I've got a ride", he said, meaning it.

The others would pick him up, he wouldn't drive around with a stolen car more than he had to. Even though this Aston Martin was so so beautiful...
"Alright", she said, finally letting go of him, "see you... maybe. It really was a pleasure Lance."

When Hunter made his way to the exit, he walked past Paul who gave him a funny look.

"Is that the point where you tell me not to screw it? Or her?", the agent wanted to know.
"No, that is the point where I tell you that if you screw it, she will kick your ass. That woman can take care of herself."

Translations:
Hast du mich oder meinen Freund die ganze Zeit angestarrt? – Have you been staring at me or at my friend the whole time?