The Burning [PG-13]

CrimsonIzanagi Sáb Mar 29, 2014 8:43 pm

Chapters
Chapter 1 - Operation gone Bad ................................. Page 1
Chapter 2 - Frozen Over ............................................ Page 1
Chapter 3 - One Way Down to Despair ......................... Page 1
More to come!

Prologue

It is only 2015. Not much has changed since 2013. Everyday citizens carry on their everyday lives, not knowing the other half of the story.
The Black Ops have expanded quite a bit from 2013, some assassinations, more item retrieval jobs, other jobs that are better left unmentioned. Some spies do if for their country, some of the money, some for the major amount of frequent flyer miles. Some have fifty different covers and have to remember every one, while others have barely reached two covers. No one that has had a happy family becomes a spy, all of them have a horrible history in one way or another. Some also have their own enemies, and the list of people wanting to kill them gets longer.
Though that’s not the tale to tell.
There are those that the agencies, the CIA along with main other organizations, that have to decide if an agent is still functionable or uncontrollable.
Because spies don’t get fired, they get burned.

CrimsonIzanagi Sáb Mar 29, 2014 8:45 pm

My name? My real name? That has died several years ago. But I guess I can unbury the old thing. I’m more commonly known as “Demon Lord” as the agency wanted to get rid of me on a suicide op though to hatred I came back, alive. On that op no one else came out alive. “Reaper” as I seem to be to one that takes a large amount of assassination missions and us a upgraded version of a scythe, the reaper’s tool. Then there’s “Mortem” the Italian word for Death, as I seem to cause a lot of it and it seems to follow me as well. Other than that it is all classified.
Personality, let’s keep it simple. Quiet, Dark, and Cold. Now stop asking questions.

The Burning [PG-13] 4ik7ex

My real name, sorry that’s need to know for now. I’m known as “Loki” because of my silver tongue and charm, and “Changeling” because of my thousands of cover ID. My past is a broken family, other than that is classified. The Ops I’ve been on, classified.
Personality, I’m quiet though I can be talkative as well. I can play well with others… I’ll stop there.

CrimsonIzanagi Sáb Mar 29, 2014 8:46 pm

-Chapter 1- March 22nd, 2015

It was rather windy that day, as the black haired spy stood on the corner of a busy street in Saudi Arabia. Some sand brushing up in her blue-purple eyes, and the wind slightly shifting her hood back on her head. Her foot impatiently taped against the stony sidewalk, as a black car slowly pulled up next to her and stopped. Two men got out, one op.en.ing the door on the side of the car close to her and motioning for her to get in. The girl smiled slightly though it quickly vanished as she moved pulling her cloak around her to climb into the car. Right after she climbed in did the two men renter the car pinning the girl in the center of the seat.

“You know they now make a bigger car, with better seats.” The girl stated with a sigh, keeping her cloak close around her. Her eyes scanning over the inside of the car, slightly cursing to herself that the target wasn’t here at the moment.

The two men smirked as they looked at each other. Their guns in clear view of the gun, clearly to see the safety was off. “CIA…” One of them stated still with a smirk in his face. The girl couldn’t help rolling her eyes at that, as it always got harder to tell idiots like this that she didn’t exactly work for the CIA. The car rolled to a stop in front of a large hotel name Berkic. The guy sitting to the right of her got out of the car, the girl looked at the other guy as he motioned with his gun to get out of the car. She cl.os.ed her eyes as she moved to get out of the car, her cloak following behind her. The girl silently followed the one, who was already out of the car, and followed him inside the hotel. The two entered into the brown toned elevator as the door closed behind them, with one brisk motion from the man did he hit the button labeled four.

“What room are we going to?” The girl asked as her cloak surrounded her. So no one could see what her arms were doing underneath. Her blue-purple irises locked on the elevator door.

“417…” The man replied annoyance sinking into his tone. His gun firmly held in his left hand, the dim light from the only working elevator light glinting off it. He clearly didn’t like escorting this girl to the boss’s room, he sighed slightly as the elevator finally hit floor three.

“Well, then you are relieved of duty…” She said no emotion entering into her gaze as she turned towards the man, quickly pulling out a pistol with a silencer attached and pointing it at him. In a matter of second did she pull the trigger, watching as the man’s eyes widened as he dropped his gun then dropping to the floor. The girl watched as he hit the floor, blood pooling underneath him, she reached for his gun unloading in looking at his bullets. “Wrong type…” She muttered throwing them to the ground of the elevator as the doors started to op.en on the fourth floor. Her eyes locked back on the door as no one was standing there waiting for them. She then calmly stepped out of the elevator, scanning the area ahead of her, so she didn’t have to take out someone else. Those blue-purple eyes glued on the hallway, only looking away from the hall to check room numbers only stopping once she spotted room 417. She tensed slightly as she moved one hand off her gun to knock on the door, then quickly moving it back to the gun.

“Finally you guys make it!” The brown hair man said as he op.en.ed the door. “The boss is starting to get…” He started to say as he noticed the girl’s gun.

“Get what?” The black haired girl questioned pulling the trigger, watching him hit the floor. Then carefully she started her way inside as another guard came down the little corridor towards the door, she quickly force fed him a bullet as he did. She quickly made her way into the main room, as the boss’s blue eyes looked at her.

“So are you here to kill me?” The boss questioned looking at the girl, his blue eyes rather calm for someone about killed. A single white hair falling in front of his face as he looked at her. “Isn’t that it, ‘Demon Lord’?”

“So it is.” The girl replied her hood falling off her head, letting her black hair show more that it was before. “Say hello to Hel for me…” She curtly said before pulling the trigger of her gun once, leaving a hole in his chest and the chair he was sitting in. The ‘Demon Lord’ stepped away toward the window and the sound of the corpse behind her now hitting the floor. With a sigh she put her gun back in its holster and pulling out a cell phone and quickly pressing one key as the phone started to dial. “Yes, “Demon Lord” reporting target cleared. I would like to….”

“I’m sorry, you’ve been black listed.”

“What?!” The girl said rather astounded as her eyes widened. Those blue-purple irises shaking as on the other side of the call hung up. She quickly redialed the number once again.

“Ian Sibels office.”

“Put your boss on the phone.” The ‘Demon Lord’ said starting to get very annoyed at this horrid joke. She gripped the phone tightly almost on the verge of breaking it.

“I’m sorry I can’t do that.”

“I have the target dead, and in need of a cleanup crew.” The girl shouted into the phone as once again it was hung up on the other side. “Ugh!!! “ She muttered as her attention went back to the hallway, briskly did she start moving back towards the door as she could hear something down by the elevator. “Blast it.” The girl muttered as that had to be the backup team. Her cloak fluttered behind her, while she pulled her hood back over her head as she headed for the stair well at the end of the hall. She could hear them at the other end of the hall shouting as their heavy footsteps quickly followed behind her. A muffled sigh escaped from her crimson lips as she sprinted down those stairs, she personality wanted to make another corpse though her instincts told her not to. She was almost to the bottom as the sounds of her pursuers’ footsteps clanged again the somewhat metal steps of the stairs. A growl was rising in the back of her throat as she hit the bottom floor and dashed out the door to the back alley behind the hotel. Once she stepped out she grabbed the large wooden staff by the door, as she hand placed her scythe back here just in case of a problem and this definitely was a problem. Sprinting down that alley with the wooden staff with the blade still withdraw now leaned against her shoulder as it usually did as she jumped over a few piles of garbage before coming out on the street. Her hood still keeping her face from view and her cloak dancing around behind her as she sprinted down that road, hoping to get to the airport before those idiots could follow her. Her eyes widened at the sound of a car engine roaring to life behind her, she quickly ducted into another alley way as the roar started to get louder and louder until the car past by her. The shouts of those angry men in Arabic were almost worth it now, as they were shouting at citizens on the street. With a sly smile did she quickly leave her alley way and start sprinting towards the airport as she could see it from where she was. Relieved to almost be out of this horrible mess, as the two guards at the entrance to the airport strip let her pass by without any question. That was what struck her as odd. She didn’t care at the moment, as she climbed into the airplane that sat on the strip waiting to take off. The ‘Demon Lord’ managed to take a seat as the adrenalin started to take its toll as her eye sight blurred. She blinked once as there was now a guy, probably the captain, standing in front of her asking if she was alright though she didn’t have the strength to answer as everything started to go black.

~<><>~

The brown haired boy sat waiting in a room, with a bag over his head so the spy couldn’t tell where he was, but he already knew where he was. The Grand Sycamore hotel, right off of the main street about fifteen minutes from where he was picked up from. He blinked slightly as the bag was removed from his head so the spy could finally see the room. The boss sitting in front of him with his legs crossed, his eyes looking directly at him.

“So your proposition, Mr. Resian.” The boss said looking at the brown haired boy. A slight smile on his face as he waited for the boy to talk to him. While the two guards stood by the door.

“Alright.” The spy said reaching into his jacket as the guards pointed their guns at him. “It’s alright, it’s alright.” He said showing them that it was a piece of paper and putting it on the table. “The deal, you proved security for this factory…” He said pointing at the circle on the map paper. “No one gets shot, no one gets blown up, no one falls into a hole and gets eat by a pack of wolves…”

“Coyotes.” The boss corrected him.

“Right…” The boy replied as he cl.os.ed his eyes so no one in the room for see him roll them. “Now do we have a deal or not?”

“My money first.” The boss said placing another piece of paper on the table.

“Alright.” The boy replied as he looked at the guards in the room. “I am now reaching into my pocket for my phone…” He said reaching into his jacket once again as he pulled out a phone as he grabbed the piece of paper from the table and walked over to the window. The he quickly dialed a number then putting the phone to his ear once again. “Yes, I have a Kaman Island bank account number…”

“I’m sorry you’ve been black listed.”

The spy didn’t say anything as the call was hung up on. He quickly redialed the number. The slight fear showing in his eye as he did, waiting for someone on the other line to pick up.

“Evan Rengans Office.”

“Put your boss on the phone, now.” The boy said looking out the window, trying to make an escape route just in case. He remanded rather silently as from the other end came the famous ‘I’m sorry I can’t do that’. “I have a Kaman Island bank account number, four nine seven two three eight nine two.”

“I’m sorry it’s over.”

The spy froze looking out the window, as the phone hung up once more. He slightly turned around towards the boss once more. “Well this is award...” He muttered as he backed up towards the op.en window.

“What do you mean, where is my money!?” The boss started shouting as he looked at the spy. “No one steals from me!”

The guy sighed slightly as the two guards started coming towards him. Once he was close enough to the op.en window and once he was close enough to it, he launched himself out of that second store window. He groaned as he rolled while he hit the ground. “This was not what I was planning on doing today…” The brown haired spy growled as he got up from the ground as the sound of gun fire came from above. He started sprinting as the adrenalin started pumping, he quickly ran over towards a tourist and his motorbike. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave it at the airport.” The spy said grabbing the helmet as he jumped on the bike and taking off on the bike. Racing through the streets towards the airport, hoping that those guards were not following him, making pretty good time by speeding through the farmers markets that were there. He jerked slightly as a bullet just barely grazed his arm, which was now starting to bleed. He looked behind him seeing a car following him, though he quickly rounded a corner as the car crashed into a stand. The spy smiled slightly as he kept going on the motorbike driving through the streets only stopping as soon as he reached the airport. Getting off the bike and leaving the helmet with it as he ran towards the plane that was sitting on the runway. He quickly climbed on to the plane then taking a seat, the loss of blood started to take its toll on the spy. He had barely noticed that someone else was knocked out on the flight, though yet he did really care as his own eye sight started to blur. Then as things started to go black, he could swear he heard someone saying something.

“Great, another one?”

CrimsonIzanagi Dom Mar 30, 2014 7:57 pm

-Chapter 2- March 23rd 2015

The black hair girl sat rather impatiently in the chair next to the cheap motel bed, where the brown haired boy was still out for the count. She recognized his rather easily because she meet him one before as Markic Brown. She sighed as her hood was once again on her back, while the blond haired girl Rose stirred in the chair next to her.

“Will… brother be alright?” Rose asked looking at the girl rather concerned as she looked at her brother laying on the bed.

“He will…” The girl replied as her foot moved and quickly kicked the boy as he gave a sharp inhale. “Welcome back to the land of the living, ‘Loki’…”

“What in the…” ‘Loki’ muttered looking around as he struggled to sit up right.

“Alexander!” Rose shouted jumping from her chair and death hugging the boy. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“Rose!” Alexander said rather surprised as he looked at his sister and then to the girl how had kicked him. “No it can be, ‘Demon Lord’.”

“Great…” The girl muttered as she had a firm grip on her scythe’s staff. “With that look you must have heard the stories…”

“Where are we?” Alexander croaked pushing his sister off him as he actually sat up this time.

“Miami…” Rose replied looking at her brother. “Welcome home, mothers been trying to get word to you for ages.”

“Oh, no.” Alexander replied with his hand running through his brown hair as he got up from the bed. Then he looked out the window looking right at a black sedan with two men wearing shades inside.

“FBI. A two man surveillance team.” ‘Demon Lord’ replied gripping tightly to her scythe’s staff. “They were here when I woke up.”

“Great. Could you go run interference?” Alexander asked looking at ‘Demon Lord’, how gave him a you-have-to-be-kidding look. “Maybe bite one of them and set the other one on fire.” He muttered as he walked into the bathroom to change.

“You should probably change out of that.” Rose muttered looking at ‘Demon’s clothing. “As you’ll stick out here.” She sighed then tossing a bright summer dress at her with the shoes to match.

“Please, tell me your joking.” The girl replied, though knowing unfortunately she wasn’t kidding. With a sigh did she duck into one of the back rooms to change. Coming out moments later with her original cloths stashed in a bag she found in the back. With a reluctant sigh did she put on a pair of sunglasses she had pilfered from one of those ‘guys’ back in Arabia.

“Perfect.” Rose replied her blond hair slightly moving as she did so, at the same time Alexander stepped out of the bathroom in a new grey suit. “Good you two are ready, now I’ll go run interference.” She said as she quickly exited the hotel room.

“Rose. Rose!” Alexander shouted though to fall upon deaf ears. With a slight exhale did he go for the back door and ‘Demon’ followed behind him. “Why are you following me ‘Demon Lord’?”

“One, either just call me ‘Demon’ or ‘Mortem’. Two, because I can.” Mortem bluntly replied as she followed.

“Fine, just don’t slow me down.” Alexander replied looking back at her as the two made it out of the alleys and on to a street without the FBI waiting for them.

“Alright, Alexander.” Mortem replied with a smirk, as Rose had used his really name several times over.

“Then what’s your?” Alexander questioned as the two walked. His eyes scanning the street and sidewalk ahead of them.

“That old thing? Somethings are best left buried.” Mortem muttered, putting her hands behind her head so they were now hiding under her black hair.

“So did you leave the stick for a reason?” Alexander questioned once again catching a reflection view of behind them and two men were walking up the street behind them, two guys in black suits with sunglasses.

“Because I have a better one in a stash house here.” Mortem replied easily. “And that’s the FBI.” Noticing the look in his eyes. “Looks like the interruption didn’t last long.”

“Great… just great.” Alexander muttered stepping up his pace. Wishing Mortem wouldn’t follow him this time as he turned a corner and Mortem just walked straight on. That’s when he picked up the pace and started running down the street, his arm still throbbing with pain from the wound though it was either mind that or start answering the FBI’s questions. He looked slightly behind him seeing that they had not come after him. “Well if she’s as good as she sounds…” He muttered as he noticed a hotel across the block, that would be good to lay low in for a while. The spies quickly walked in and up to the front desk.

“How can I help you, sir?” The blond haired lady asked as he approached.

“I would like a room…” He said as he was not standing next to the desk minding the pain from his right arm.

“Well, we have a room with a great view…” The lady responded looking at the computer screen.

“Well, I don’t want a view, facing a wall if you have it. Away from the elevators and the stairs.” He responded sliding the one card he had on him to pay from the room.

“Alright…” The lady said looking at the screen one again and something buzzed. “I’m sorry, sir, but do you have another card as this one was denied.”

The spy was a little stunned at that. “Never mind then…” He said bluntly taking the car and walking out the door to head to the bank down the block. He walked in, rather enraged but he didn’t show it, and walked over to one of the desks.

“Can I help you, sir?” The grey haired man replied standing up from the desk.

“Yes.” Alexander replied hand him the card.

“Alright.” The man said sitting down and swiping the card to get the account information. “Well, the account is frozen and the code is government related…”

“I don’t care about that. I just want my money.” Alexander replied as the man got up and when over to talk with the manager. The man came back a moment later and sat down once more.

“I’m sorry, sir, but you can take it you with the police.” The man said as a friendly suggestion, as Alexander sighed getting up from the chair and leaving once more. As he walked out he eyes gazed on a costume shop down the block.

“Looks like I’m giving Greta a visit…” He said walking down to the costume shop and stepping inside. Just to come out moments later with a messenger outfit that he bought with the one money he had on him. He ducked into an alley and quickly changed into it and managed to find a not to beat up cardboard box to sell the bit. Once that was done did he step out of the alley and started towards the Welcords Building. “Eh, I’ve got a package for Ms. Rexels.” He said stepping up to the main counter of the building.

“Ok, follow me.” The guard standing next to the counter said as he started walking down the corridors with Alexander following closely behind him. “You have a messenger, Ms Rexel.” The guard said pocking his head into the office.

“Alright sent him in.” The black hair lady sitting at the desk said. “Then leave us.”

The guard nodded backing out as Alexander walked in and cl.os.ed the door after he did. Alexaner then took of the brown messanger hat and looked around the office. “Wow…”

“Alexander.” The lady replied looking at him standing up from the desk. “You should have called.”

“Would you really have seen me if I did, Greta?” Alexander questioned looking at her.

“Of course not. You’re out Alex.” Greta replied looking at him fiercely with her green eyes. “And you’re not the only one to do this to me today.”

“What do you mean by that?” Alexander asked rather startled but at that response.

“Mortem dropped by here first.” Greta replied easily though hiding a sigh that was underneath. “So what do you want?”

“I want to know why I was burned. If I could look at the notice then maybe I could do something about it.” Alexander stated looking at her, being all serious about it. “Though I need to scrounge up a little money first.”

“You never make it easy, Alexander.” Greta sighed sitting back down at the desk. “There are some jobs that the company deems to low in pay and I usually send them off to Drake went he’s in between jobs.”

“Drake? You’re working with him?” Alexander said rather surprised at that.

“Not that I’d like to. He’s already has the information on the latest job.” Greta replied bluntly as ever. “There’s this guy dealing with a theft and the company deem it as ‘too low’ but he’s cracking op.en his piggy bank for it.”

“Alright.” Alexander replied, then wondered about it for a moment. “Did you send Mortem on that too?”

“Yes. Now…” Greta started to say as she threw about fifty dollar on her desk. “Take it as you look dreadful.”

Alexander kind of stiffened at that, taking the money and walking out of the building. With a muffled sigh, as he could hardly stand working with Mortem, at least Drake might be a little more sensible at least. With that did he duck into another alley, changing back to his normal wear of a brown-grey suit before walking off towards the meeting place.

CrimsonIzanagi Dom Mar 30, 2014 7:57 pm

-Chapter 3- March 23rd 2015, 2:14 PM

Alexander sighed to himself as he looked ahead, he could have guessed that Drake wouldn't be anywhere else except for a bar. His gaze landed on the sign saying Carleto out front with Drake sitting at an out door table and Mortem, who had managed to change on the way there, siting across from him.

"Well, look who's late." Mortem scoffed as she looked at Alexander approaching the table. "Did you get lost between Greta's and the bank?"

Alexander stayed rather quiet at that as he sat down at the table as well. Showing plainly on his face that he didn't like that at all.
"Well, the good thing about being a wash out. Is that I can talk to anyone burned or not." Drake said with his drink in hand as he looked at the two burned spies.

"Good to see you, Drake." Alexander said easily as he looked at Drake. "So what's the details on the job?"

"Well, it's this guy name José Martenias. Up on 84th." Drake replied simply. "You two going to make the meeting or do you need me to hold your hands?"

Alexander looked at Mortem as Drake said that, as there was a hint of anger in her eyes. "No, Drake, we've got it." He said then getting up from the table and walking over to a car on the side of the street and pulling the door handle to find the car unlocked.

"How do you think I got here? Walked?" Mortem questioned as she came up behind Alexander, as some of the hairs raised on his neck. "First get a napkin..." She stated pulling on her gloves to show the meaning of it. "As that one is very hot."

Alexander quick led ran back over to the Carleto grabbing a napkin from the table they were at, then running back to the car and op.en.ing the passenger side door.

"Good, now we can go." Mortem easily said as she started the car and the engine roared to life. Starting to roll so they could get to their destination.

"How do you know to do this?" Alexander asked looking at Mortem, as he hadn't stolen too many cars over his pre-teen years though he wouldn't have pinned Mortem like that.

"You really want to know?" Mortem asked looking at him slight as they drove. Passing buildings, hotels, bars, clubs, and other things as well.

"I guess not..." Alexander said backing off of the topic as the car began to pull over into a gated house's driveway. A sigh escaped his mouth as he looked at the place, guessing things in a moments notice could get ugly.

The car slowly came to a stop as Mortem got out, slowly followed by Alexander and the two walk around the house and out into the backyard. Seeing the sea line not to far away, and the pool just inches away from the two. Alexander sighed again, and Mortem just rolled her eyes at him as she approached the one guy standing out there by the table. "Hello, are you José Martenias?"

"Yes, I am." The man said with a Mexican accent as he did so. "And you are?"

"Mortem Alazar, and he's Alexander Manwell." Mortem easily said, as Alexander looked at her, which could have been a glare but wasn't fully, though Mortem continued on easily. "So, we were told you have a situation."

"Well, I'm the keeper of the grounds for my boss, Mr. Blackwood. I tend the staff, manage the staff, among other things." Mr. Martenias started to say. "Though two weeks ago some one stolen several pieces of art work from Mr. Blackwood..."

"Well, according to this..." Alexander finally spoke up looking at the newspaper clippings in the file on the table. "The police are talking to persons of interest."

Mr. Martenias stayed rather silent at that.

"Your a person of interest." Mortem said, as she didn't have to guess as Mr. Martenias's silences told it all.

"I wasn't here when the theft happ.en.ed, I was at home watching T.V with my kid." Mr Martenias started to say once again. "Though the code they used to get in is the Master code, my code. The police have already taken my passport and told me not to leave the area..."

"How about we talk with your boss about this?" Alexander suggested as Mr. Martenias nodded and pointed to the house. Mortem smirked slightly as she started for the house though Alexander ran up to her and grabbed his wrist to stop her before she went in.

"You know the last guy that did that ended up dead." Mortem stated looking back at Alexander as he quickly let go of her wrist.

"You do know what happ.en.s in things like this. Change a lightbulb here and the next day your in the Caribbean being shot at." Alexander said looking at Mortem.

"So? We need the money if we're ever going to find out who burned us. Anyways we can't really leave him like this." Mortem said starting towards the house once again. The two of them entered into the house as it was very expensively decorated inside the house, with Mr. Blackwood talking with one of the cooks by the look of it. "Mr. Blackwood."

Mr. Blackwood turned around at the sound of his name and looked at the two. "Yes, and who are you?"

"She's Mortem Alazar and I'm Alexander Manwell. We'd like to ask you some questions." Alexander said easily rather than having Mortem speak for him once again.

"Yes, of course. So Mr. Manwell and Ms. Alazar are you two private detectives?" Mr. Blackwood asked as he started in the direction of his office and motioned for the two to follow him.

"Off and on, though we just thought we could help." Alexander replied following Mr. Blackwood with Mortem right behind him.

"I don't know how much help I'll be. As I was out of town when this happ.en.ed..." Mr. Blackwood said said as he walked over to a finger scanner safe, pressed his thumb into the scanner as it op.en.ed seconds later. He reached inside the safe and grabbed a file from it filed through it and then put it back. "As some cash and a good amount of art work were stolen from me. The cash isn't a worry, but the artwork in unreplacible. Two Dicksons, a Clark, and a Monye."

"Have you told the police about this?" Mortem questioned her eyes slightly on the safe.

"You know when a crime like this happ.en.s the police blame the closest Haitian or Mexican." Mr. Blackwood said sitting down in the chair behind the desk as he looked at the two. "I'm sorry I'm not much help, though how about you talk to the head of my security, Dren. He should now more than I do." He said as he pointed to the blond haired guy standing outside of Blackwood's office.

Alexander nodded as both he and Mortem left his office and walked over to the desk surrounded by televisions showing different places around the house. "So... Did you see anything the night of the robbery...?" He asked looking at Dren, who was now behind the desk looking firmly at the two of them.

"We both know who did this, just Mr. Blackwood has a soft spot for José." Dren said firmly as his stare were firmly on the two spies.

"Of course, Mr. Blackwood has a ton of expensive items and that's why he hire a body guard... I mean head of security." Mortem said rather bluntly as Dren's look hardly made her flinch.

"José did it, end of story." Dren said firmly as he pointed to the front door indicating it was time for the two of them to leave. He forced the two of them out, Alexander looked back as the door were sh.ut behind them.

"Well, now what?" Alexander sighed looking back forward.

"I know, and its about four minutes from here." Mortem said easily as she ran back towards the car and got in. Alexander shrugged, not knowing what in the world she meant though it was better than nothing as he followed and got in the car as well.

"Now hold on." Mortem said as she pressed on the gas and the car jolted forward and sped off down the street.

~<><>~
The two of them got out of the car in front of a club, empty now as it was still day light as the owner came out to meat them. "I would have believe it if you told me, that the Demon Lord is actually here." He said rather admiring Mortem while somewhat ignoring Loki. "The place in behind back, a hundred a month. Though no one wants to live back there because of the club going Boom Boom..."

"That's not an issue." Mortem said taking over most of the talking on this on as the owner lead them behind and towards the loft. "Not an issue at all."

"I never thought it was true..." The owner said looking at the two of them as he walked up the metal stairs and once at the top did he proceed to unlock to door going into the loft. "As I only though Demon Lord was a tale told around a camp fire to scare Russian operatives."

Mortem dropped into some Russia, as it was something Alexander really didn't understand.

"Why nice to meet you, Mortem." The owner said happily as he gave Mortem the key and managed to get past them and let them explore the loft at their own desire. The two entered the loft as there was something for the club downstairs though there were a mattress on the first level and another on the top. Mortem started up the metal stair for the bed up top with a desk at the end of the mattress's reach. Alexander had just managed to get his two down from leaning against the wall to down on the floor as...

RING!

Alexander took his phone out of his pocket and flipped it op.en and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Alexander!"

"Mother!?" Alexander stuttered to say as he sat down on the mattress in utter shock.

"Alexander! Its good to here from you! I need you to stop by my house and pick me up for a doctors appointment that I have in twenty minutes."

The called ended with Alexander sitting on the bed. "Drop me in the middle of the rain forest, bury me in a **** hole on the moon. And yet she'll some how find a way to call me for a favor!" He shouted into a pillow, though Mortem could make it out for the floor above.

Mortem shrugged laying on the bed, as she knew it would be better if only Alexander went for that one. As that was one mission she would never take on, going and picking up a love one for something.

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