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"C'mon, let's get moving." C4 realized neither of them were going to get any rest sitting there. Deciding they may as well spend their time doing something more productive, she decided to track down the couple before they reached the intended target area - the Hart's hotel room the following night.
C4 and the Soldier found themselves at a large concert hall. Of course, they did not go inside - they did not have the proper attire for that. However, tall paneled windows gave ample view from their position on the roof of a neighboring building. It was just past dusk and the light pouring out of the concert hall held a golden tint. The full length dresses and freshly pressed suits of couples and individuals made it seem like a scene out of an old movie. Not that either of the two assets could relate, not having seen (or at least remember having seen) a movie like that before.
A few moments passed before a faint echo of music caught in the breeze, and their eyes were soon met with the sight of dancing. C4 turned her head as another orchestra caught her attention. Her partner's eyes were glazed over, his mind clearly far from the sight before him. The new music came from his own memory.
C4 saw a crowd of people. So many people. So many colors. Blue dresses, red dresses. Long hair in curls. Men in suits. Clean shaven men. Perfume. The dresses swished. Low chandeliers. Crystal. Shimmering... But that all disappeared in the background at the sight of one woman. He finally reached her. "May I have this dance?" Brown curls bobbed at her shoulders. Her dark blue dress cut modestly around her neck, but her pearly shoulders were bare. Those eyes, so large. They twinkled. Then her hands were on his shoulders and his hands on her hips. And they swayed to the music. So gently. There was this feeling. They didn't understand it, but he felt it. She looked at him from under her lashes, and then all he could focus on were her rosy lips. They were so close, and she was offering them. He only need to lean in a little...
C4 was suddenly faced with his gaze. There were so many emotions. Confusion, sadness, longing. But then suddenly he was looking at her. Really looking at her. And his eyes were soft. The weren't dull, or emotionless, or hard. They were soft. And then it was over.
C4 saw the nothingness, the asset, the Soldier in his eyes again. And she didn't like it. She wanted to see the softness again. But why? It didn't matter.
A black limo pulled up to the entrance as two young Americans exited the building. Her black heels brought her to the height of his eyes, but she looked shorter leaning on his arm. Her feet wobbled a little, and he laughed so carefree - grabbing her hip, making her skin tight dress slide up her thigh. They were drunk. Good. It would make things easier.
"That's them, we need to move." The Soldier didn't reply. Just followed her obediently, noiselessly.
"Mrs. Hart," he practically sung the name. "You are the most delicious thing I have ever laid my eyes on." She giggled, backing into their hotel room, leading him by the hand.
She tripped though, again. But he caught her, swinging her around, closing the door by pushing her against it. He double locked it. Derrick always kept her safe. Always. She giggled, again. "Derrick," she whispered so sweetly. "Take me to bed."
He didn't hesitate, but picked her up, snogging her soundly as he himself stumbled around the room. She lost one shoe already, and kicked the other off as he set her on top of the comforter. The shoe flew hitting something in the corner of the room. That's when she let out a quiet shriek.
Derick sobered up immediately at the look on his wife's face, pulling out and aiming his pistol. "Who are you?" He demanded. It wasn't something in the corner. It was someone.
There was no time to reply as the Soldier snuck up from behind and disarmed him.
Remember Umbrellas. Every Moment, Oh Love, I miss Everything. Reminiscing Everything. Never forget. I Cannot Ever.
The telegram was quite meaningless, even gibberish, to the common eye. But to C4, it held significance... "We're going to France." The Soldier, as always, stared blankly, but she knew he heard her.