Washington DC.May 18
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The bubbling club was darker than usual that night as bodies moved to the beats of the song. The strippers were doing their jobs well, moving up and down the poles like serpents, curving and showing off their shaved pussies. Their breasts jiggled and some walked up to the men in the crowd, grinding against them and sucking them off. Maze sat at her usual spot, smoking, and drinking while feeding her eyes to these horny humans. She detested their kind but there was nothing she could do.
She'd lived among them for so many years she'd even begun to smell like them. She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she made to grab her bag but another person was quick to grab her bag. "Not so fast, vixen."
"Our time is up. I've got another client to run off to." She replied, snatching her bag from her as she scoffed. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Kris replied, smiling devilishly.
"What is it? I've got no time to waste and to joke around. Be fast about it."
"Tommy Hanks reached out to our agency and guess who you're killing," Kris asked, clicking her tongue as she gloried in the look on Maze's face. Maze never loses a target, once she sets her mind on killing a person, she does it without a backward glance but this particular case was sweeter.
"You're not trying to play with my emotions, are you?" Maze asked, her left hand going into her leather pocket. "You seem to love threatening me, focus on the job ahead of you maze, maybe, just maybe this time you could be the daughter your father wants you to be and for the record, you stopped having emotions a long time ago."
"I grew tired of waiting for his admiration and seriously I've moved on from being dependent on him. I'm grown now." she took the last swig at her drink and winked at Kris before walking away.
"I can feel the zeal to be credited by him, kill them, and get on his good side." Kris taunted.
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HANKS HOTEL & SUITES***
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"what's the outcome of your visit to the J&J agency? I hope we got what we wanted, I hope we weren't late in getting her, I heard she works with you on impulse." Tommy said, swirling the drink in his cup with a little smile playing on his face.
"We got to her first." Ryan, his right-hand man replied and he almost shouted for joy. Tristan would die one way or the other. Too bad it wouldn't be by his hands, curse fate and prophecy.
"Set up a meeting with her, I want to know what she looks like, what her abilities are, and every other little detail about her. you can track her if you want." Tommy walked over to the shelf of drawers, caressing it slowly. "Tristan has a huge deal coming for him, he won't know what hit him. Did you get a message from my darling father?"
Ryan stood on his feet, nodding negatively. "He's out of town, currently with the red-haired," Ryan replied. "I'll see if I can find any dirt on your newest employee, I'll see you tomorrow." Ryan walked out of the penthouse as Tommy smiled.
Finally, he'd be able to finish his brother and put an end to their age-long dispute. He caressed the drawers, a dark smile covering his face. To any normal human, the drawers were cute properties but to him, they housed a huge part of him. He'd created these shelves with his own hands to keep the ashes of their mother. She'd died in cold murder and the killer had left no trace, not even a scent. Closing his eyes, he moved away swiftly, holding Tristan swiftly at his neck with his sharp nails digging deep and drawing blood.
"You son of a bitch! how did you get in here?" Tommy asked, refusing to let go of his neck. "It's not a nice way of greeting your brother, come on man we've not seen each other in two years," Tristan said, laughing as he patted Tommy's hands on his neck. "But it seems you've gotten weaker since our last encounter." with that, he turned Tommy around and had him lying flat on the floor with his knee on his chest.
"What do you think you're doing?" Tommy asked, erupting a silly chuckle from Tristan. "I'm just turning back your deeds on you. Just get this into your damn skull. I came out first and so, I'm smarter."
Tommy chuckled, digging his fingers with force into Tristan's thigh as the latter groaned. "You keep on doing that, you'll lose those fingers in there," Tristan warned as he stood up.
"Give me a drink." he walked over to the bar and shrugged before taking three bottles. "I'm gonna dawn all these before leaving. you should treat me to lunch one of these days, it's not every day you see my handsome face." he continued as Tommy folded his hands, watching Tristan.
"You didn't just come here to drink yourself to a stupor, did you?"
"Oh come on, don't be a bore. it's fucking boring in here. who's your new whore?" he asked, clicking his tongue. "You hate Blondies, so it must be a brunette 'cause you'll hate redheads because of our darling father." Tristan continued, closing his eyes.
"it tastes real good but guess what? your death would be sweeter than any fine wine, and of course, you won't know when that'll be."
"Are you threatening me?" Tommy asked, walking towards his brother. He placed his hands on the rim of the chair, sighing loudly.
"Too bad I grew up from the weakling you once knew. I'm grown now and so you should be the one watching out. who knows who's on your tail?"
"Ahhh I finally got you," Tristan said, jumping to his feet.
"You've always been a big mouth but I never knew you could be so precisive about your plan, I've heard what I wanted. let's see who gets who first. we're on each other's tail so watch out."
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*******J&J AGENCY*****
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"Good morning Mr Felix, you sent for me," Maze said, shrugging her shoulders. She loved working undercover and also loved slitting the throats of her target slowly. She never rushed a death, not even with a gun pointed to her head.
"Maze, you're the best we have that's why we're trusting you on this project. It's an undercover project, Kris will fill you in on the details." she scoffed and wondered why her father trusted Kris and barely trusted her, his daughter. She resented Kris during her childhood and teenage days but not anymore.
she'd yearned for his love for several decades and now? it was time to forget all about that. "Why am I killing Tristan Hanks? he seems to be a cool guy," she said, looking at the picture displayed on the projector. Just then, Kris walked in half naked in just a short denim and what Maze called a scarf.
"You'll be going over to his house as a bodyguard that'll be the most trusted position you could hold in his household but there's something fishy here." she placed the files on the table and looked at Maze.
"He suddenly appears after two years and boom his unknown estates come to the public and trust me he's got nothing bad in his record I checked with the security agencies in the state and beyond.
"It just states something, there's something wrong with this guy or he's smarter than his brother," Maze replied, chewing her gum noisily.
As Maze walked out, Mr Felix and Kris sighed. Finally, they'd be able to return to the air where their palace is. Maze's father ruled the air while Tristan and Tommy's father ruled hell. Both kingdoms had always been at enmity and it had intensified over the years because of the mysterious deaths of people from the air(Aeras). Maze had also lost her mother to the cruel hands of Tommy and Tristan's mother so her father sent his most trusted man Felix to open a security agency and recruit as many humans then initiate them.
He was gradually forming an army that would lead into the battle in no time...