Double the Trouble (attn: Roland)

Hands slipped inside the pockets of her coat, her fingers tapping the slim metal box inside one of them. In it, there were resting shots with a powerful sleeping substance. As Slate had said in the briefing of the mission, the less casualties, if possible none, the better. Alexandra had felt the urge to snort at this. She did not resist it. Damn. No fun tonight, it seemed.

"Every death will be deducted out of your paycheck." he said. Again the urge. She might lose some money tonight. Her new boss had some strong beliefs.

Her mission, and her partner, Roland by his name, was to bring a druglord named Jose Paco and as many of his lackeys to Slate. Hence, the sleeping substance in her pocket. Injuries instead, were greatly encouraged. Well, that was better. She was beginning to wonder if he didn't want them to lure the drug lord and his lackeys with chocolate chips cookies.

Alexandra removed her hand from her pocket as she glanced at her watch again. 10:12. Twelve minutes late. Maybe Slate should do something about punctuality too? Taking a deep breath she eyed the guards again.

" Expecting someone? Check your ten o'clock position."

The sound of the male voice took Alexandra by surprise. But only a moment later she realized she has been wearing her watch as a communicator and not for the sole purpose of timing. Blame a secret organization member for not wearing it sooner. Turning around, a blue light appeared in the alley behind her then disappeared in the darkness. Hmm. She wondered what was wrong with the place she was in but shrugged it off. Eyeing the guards again for the last time, she turned around and followed the light. Her frame moved silently across the distance (but cursing her high heels all along) and stopped in front of her partner. Her lips rose in a half smile as she spoke. "Ronald, I presume?"

So that’s why he was late. Alexandra considered telling Slate to work better on the details. Because she has been told to meet him. Was it wrong from her side to assume that she was supposed to meet him outside? Before the mission could actually start. She nodded at Roland, letting him know that she acknowledged what he had said. The ‘they don’t need to see me until it is too late’ part had her amused for a second there. She had this slight impression that this man wasn’t a fan of modesty. Certainly, she wasn’t a fan of modesty either, in certain areas and in a different way. She mentally chuckled as she was beginning to think of a mantra she would say in front of the mirror every day. ‘Baby, you’re the super spy. You totally rock! Go Circe!’

Concerning about the fact that she actually did think that and that she was talking about herself in third person, Alexandra shifted her weight from a leg to another as the heels were killing her. Oh yeah, send the super hot spy chick to fight in high heels. Hell, she’s the super spy, she can do anything. She decided to smile at his last comment. Well, let the man think what he wanted about himself. She wasn’t much of a person that actually cared about others had to say either. Excepting the ‘girl that snoo snoo-ed Steel in the pool’, that is. That was constantly getting on her nerves but with this mission in Colombia and her not being around the mansion, she actually hoped that that part will fade away.

And then the moment of truth. His joke, she hoped, about letting her kill him and the joy of the struggle, made her close her eyes for a second. She was now under the belief that she had ‘shameless’ tag on her forehead, one that she wasn’t aware of. What was happening to men lately? From having her ‘booty’ smacked by a sixteen year old teenager, hormones, she told herself, she was going now to having an older man telling that he’d let her kill him? Okay, she was dressed in a swim suit then, for she was at the pool, and had the hooker-look now, but seriously, WTF? Heh. Men are the hormone driven part of the species.

But she let it go. Mission, she reminded herself. Instead she watched the man showing his powers. And actually smiled at his tricks. All mutant men she had met until now were show-offs when it came to demonstrating their powers. The image of a peacock suddenly appeared into her mind. You’re starting to have some wild imagination, she told herself as she snickered.

“Very nice. You’d do great at a birthday party.” She said with a joking smile. No she couldn’t stop herself from doing it. “You teleport them?” she added on a more serious tone. “I’m able to do so myself, unfortunately harder and not with every object since I’m not specialized on that. I’m a molecule manipulator.” she informed him. She wondered if he should be informed about her weaknesses. That was one thing she hated doing. Admitting she actually had weaknesses. However, she had been scanning the area while waiting for him. There weren’t too many objects she couldn’t manipulate. That was the part that she loved more about her powers. She could work with anything that was given. And she was going against humans. What could go wrong?

“I’ll tell you when to come in over the communicator.” she said. Her hand slipped into her pocket as she retrieved the metal box inside. Opening it, she removed three of the shots then handed the now closed box to Roland. “Keep this at hand.” she said. Taking a deep breath, she began to take off the coat she’s been wearing, part of her happy that she wasn’t overdressed, the other feeling that she was being way too naked for her own comfort. The dress didn’t do much to cover her body, but then again, it was a part of the mission. “I know how it looks.” she said glancing back at Roland. Looking like a hooker wasn’t that funny and she was worried how she would fight dressed and with shoes like those she was wearing. “Hold this.” she added, tossing her coat at her partner as she proceeded to hide the three shots she retrieved inside her bra.

Taking another deep breath, she tried to get herself in character. Alexandra was a good actress, that was quite right, but until coming to America she wasn’t aware that she could be considered attractive. Back in Romania she was more the geek type, even wearing glasses. Her interest for books and the self imposed solitude had her catalogued as unpopular. The run from the Registration Act had requested from her part a major change of looks. She remembered the surprise she felt when Seth told her she was pretty. And now she was considered attractive by boys and men alike. She certainly wasn’t used to this thing but none the less she was using her newly discovered beauty to lie and deceive people. Good.

“Well, off I go. Wait for my signal.” she said. As she turned around and began to walk she tried to remember every movie she had seen that might have brought inspiration for this role. As she began to sway her hips from side to side, her hand found a lock of hair and began playing with it. Her eyes narrowed a bit while she tried to get that ‘dirty look’ and the corner of her lips rose into a ‘not-so-innocent’ smile. From her point of view, the walk to the building she was infiltrating took forever. The damn heels were killing her but she had to keep her smile and the playful attitude on.

She considered she was doing it right because as soon as she got into the light and the two guards laid their eyes on her, they didn’t stop looking. Here we go, she told herself as she stopped in front of them. “Ola! (Hello.)” she said to the two guards that were smiling like idiots at her and mumbling a reply to her greeting. “Vengo a ver el señor Paco. (I’m here to see mr. Paco.)” she added as she continued to twist her hair around her finger. Both men checked her out, looking at her from bottom to top with shameless glances. That’s where she would normally hit someone. Instead she bit her lower lip as she also looked them from bottom to top. Gross, she told herself but continued to scan the men for any visible weapons besides their guns. They certainly didn’t know she was analyzing them for any useful information if she actually had to fight them. “Claro que si, señorita. (Of course, miss.)” one of the guards said with a wink as he stepped aside and opened the door for her. Alexandra couldn’t wait until she could actually hurt them. Throwing another smile, she got inside, hips swaying again as she moved. “Suertudo hijo de perra!(Lucky son of a bitch.)” she heard one of the guards saying as the door was closing. Alexandra smiled at the idea. She wasn’t so sure that he should be considered lucky after she and Roland were done with him.

The lobby wasn’t such a big room. She glanced around carefully, acknowledging the materials inside while she made her way to the receptionist. He was inside another small room, half of the frontal wall of it being glass. His eyes were checking the multiple security monitors on another wall. Or at least he should have, for he was reading a newspaper. Alexandra coughed lightly to get his attention as she leaned on the small border and spoke in the microphone there. “Ola! Vengo a ver el señor Paco.” she repeated to the receptionist. His head turned around slowly, a look of boredom and slight annoyance on his face because he was being disturbed from his reading. Well, that was before his eyes popped out from their sockets for he was now starring at her breasts. “Ssss-seguro, senorita.(Sure, miss.)” he said as he coughed, his eyes moving to her face. Alexandra smiled. “Tengo que avisarlo que usted estas aquí.(I have to tell him you are here.)” he added.

Now, that won’t do. Alexandra nodded and turned around pretending she was checking out the room. But as she turned, she faked her tripping and soon found herself on the floor, holding her ankle. “Caramba!” she said, louder than usual. She heard the man dropping the phone he had probably picked up while she was falling. Soon the man was rushing to her side. “Usted esta bien? (Are you okay?)” he asked as he began to check her leg. Well, touching a bit more than necessary, that is. Her eyes changed again colors as her power focused on the area his head was in. “Me duele. (It hurts.)” she replied. It didn’t take long until the man began to feel the effects of the oxygen lack. He fell to his knees, as he brought his hand to his neck, desperately grasping for air. “Hmm.”

Getting up, Alexandra straightened her dress as she took one of the shots from their place. Removing the protection from it, she glanced at the needle with a deep sigh. She really wasn’t a fan of needles. But it was a part of the job. Rolling up the sleeve of the now unconscious guard, she injected the sleeping substance into his veins. The substance would take effect before he woke up from the unconsciousness caused by the oxygen lack. She placed the empty shot into one of his pockets then rolled back his sleeve and got up “Sleep tight.” she wished him as she patted his forehead and proceeded to the second part of the mission.

Taking yet another deep breath, adding it to the list of long deep breaths she has taken trough life, Alexandra’s face became a mask of worry as she rushed back out to the guards outside. “Por favor, ayúdame! Algo le paso a el guardo de adentro!(Please, help me! Something happened to the guard inside.)” The two men looked confused at her, as Alexandra gestured toward the door she was keeping opened. Both rushed inside to see what was wrong. Smiling, Alexandra didn’t run. If the guards would have looked better, they would have seen that the young girl’s eyes didn’t have the same color. But, like she had previously thought, humans were stupid and completely unaware of how this stupidity would get them in trouble.

The young molecule manipulator walked slowly toward the three men. The guards that only seconds before were outside, were checking his pulse. Too bad they’ll soon find themselves in the same situation. Her heels clicked against the cold marble as she was now manipulating the oxygen out of their area. “Que paso?(What happened?)” one of them asked turning around to her. Alexandra raised her shoulders in a non-caring manner as she smiled, no longer in the flirty way. A mean smile, one that should warn the human in front of her that she was up to no good. The man looked confused at her, but Alexandra glanced to the other as he was already chocking. Her eyebrow rose and she glanced back at the man who had spoken to her. “Que---que estas haciendo?(What, what are you doing?” he asked in fear. His voice was small now as he, too, was beginning to feel the oxygen deprivation. Oh, Alexandra enjoyed foolish little humans being afraid. She wasn’t forgetting anything, she wasn’t forgiving anything either. The camps during the registration act were very well known for the ‘nice’ treatment applied to mutants. Luckily, she didn’t get to experiment that, nor she wished to but she didn’t hate her kind. She just hated humans and every little thing she did against them would only mean payback.

The guard reached for his gun and almost managed to get it out. A resistant human. Too bad it wasn’t enough to help him. Well, too bad for him anyway. Finally, he went down. Alexandra shook her head slightly. She liked ‘her men’ weak and non-resistant but a struggle was fun none the less. It was quite enjoyable to see them trying to escape. That made her think that she actually liked Hunter for the part where he was letting her to kill her targets rather than delivering them safe and sound. She sighed. Well, she was loyal to whoever paid her for the moment. Good thing she was easy to adapt. Taking the two remaining shots, she repeated the procedure, choosing the resistant one first. Maybe if he was that resistant to lack of oxygen, well, kind of, he’ll come around faster than the other. “Well, you go first, honey. Since you like me so much.” she said with a chuckle. As soon as she was finished with both, she got up and pushed a button on her watch. “Roland, you can come in.” she spoke then looked at the time. Counting, she smiled satisfied. Job done in only 7 minutes, including the trip from the alley to the building.

Soon after calling Roland, Alexandra returned to the body of the first security guard she had taken down. Searching his pocket, she retrieved the syringe she previously tucked there for hiding. Getting up, she began to play with the three empty shots and started to walk around the three bodies.

The soft clicking of Alexandra’s heels on the marble floor was soon accompanied by her humming. Her glance shifted from one unconscious body to another as she waited for Roland to come inside. She was glad that this part of the job was done; the role of seductress although she played it well, was not a comfortable one. As Roland came in, securing the doors and started doing his job in the security’s guard room, Alexandra continued humming Madonna’s ‘Die another Day’. With a frown, the young female made her way to what it looked to be a very comfortable couch. Upon seating on it, she admitted that not only it looked comfortable but it also was.

She threw the empty syringes on her side and putting her left leg over the right one, Alexandra took off the heel letting out a relieved sigh. She repeated the process with her other leg and as soon as the instruments of torture that some women liked to call shoes were off she let herself smile while carefully rubbing her aching feet. Placing the pair on the couch next to her she let herself to lean on it and glanced at the wall while letting the pain to be washed away. Well, she won’t need those, now that the fighting part came. Pulling her head up, she looked over to Roland.

She got up, even if the comfort of the couch was still very appealing. Alexandra convinced herself that after this mission was finished she would have plenty of time to rest. A comforting hot tub image appeared into her mind and even the throbbing ache in her feet began to fade away. Her finger traced one side of her dress, and where her finger had passed a slit began to form. It wasn’t a long one, just enough to let her move because the dress was too damn tight to let her fight. And being hurt because of a dress… no, that’s just not gonna happen. Hopefully, the dress tearing apart because of her doing won’t happen either.

As her feet began to feel better, Alexandra made her way to the room Roland was in. Her eyes scanned the reinforced glass door and moments later their color changed. The glass parted away, letting the mutant in. Well, handy gloves like Roland’s didn’t fit inside the dress and she wasn’t about to scratch the door with her nails so Roland would come and let her in without any traces being left. Each person had its ways, she thought with a smile. Her eyes looked to the monitors, carefully scanning each one of them while Roland was still doing his job.

“There are 10 more persons in the building. 11 with our main target.” she said looking at Roland then back at the monitors. “Two of them don’t seem dangerous. Cleaning woman and secretary.” she said pointing to one of the screen then to the other. On the first monitor was shown one of the hallways, and some fat, short woman mopping the floor. The second showed the entrance to Paco’s office, and a middle aged brunette woman chatting with one of the two guards outside of it. “Those two would cause trouble.” Her finger moved to another monitor that showed the outside of the secretary’s office and the two guards at the doors. “Those two as well.” Sighing, she took a seat on the desk and continued to look at the monitors. “These are on the top floor where Paco is. I can’t see his office on the monitors so I suppose the man likes having his privacy.” Alexandra let out a small laugh as she began to imagine why the drug lord wouldn’t want a camera on his office. Shaking her head slightly she looked at the last monitor. “The last four are guarding the vault on another level. We’ll deal with them later.”

Her body turned around as her attention was now completely focused on Roland. “You’ll do most of the harming Roland. Remember, Slate said something about giving as much injuries as we can.” Letting out a small laugh she looked at the three bodies laying on the polished marble floor of the lobby. “I think I’ll have to take a knife and make sure those three are as injured as possible.” Not that she liked that messy business. Alexandra preferred suffocation as a killing method. Clean and very efficient when it came to humans. And most of the mutants, too. “Well, I’m ready whenever you are.” she said with a theatrical breath as her feet dangled in the air.

Alexandra sighed. And then rolled her eyes at the older man in front of her. She was so tempted to mouth ‘blah blah’ as he talked but decided against it. Instead her head tilted to her left side, her eyes on Roland. She was amused, and that was clearly shown by the half smile on her face. Men. She waited for him to finish everything that was inside his head then bit her lower lip and took a deep breath.

“Well. You can go and face armed guards in those shoes if you wish to. As far as I am concerned, they are staying there” her hand moved up and showed the couch behind the thick glass “along with the syringes and are going to be retrieved when we finish up the mission. I highly doubt that someone would be able to come inside and take them since the guards are laying unconscious and the doors are closed. By you.” Alexandra rotated her shoulders slightly letting out a deep sigh. “And don’t worry about tracks. I am young but I’m not that reckless. I can perfectly wipe out any trace of me being here.”

Of course she was being underestimated. Her control was quite admirable in her own opinion. If not on Kabal mission she would have probably shouted everything at this point instead of her calm statements. She let out the part where the man said not to mention his name if she got caught. She didn’t consider she had the necessary control to speak about her loyalty, not to him, but to her employee and her money.

“And as we speak, a van should drive to the back of this building with a teleporter as a driver. I think that should solve our unseen unconscious cartel employees problem. I shall summon him when everything is ready.”

As the man went trough the hole she had created, Alexandra got down from her seat on the desk and followed him. A medium to large sized blob of what it looked like melted glass was floating outside, waiting for the molecule manipulator to decide what to do with it. With a slight wave of hand Alexandra dismissed the floating matter to its original place, solidifying it as soon as the molecules were back into the window shape. She glanced at the elevator doors then to Roland.

Her first reaction was confusion. Then her eyebrow rose skeptically as she folded her arms. The slight impression that Slate should really check better his employees was lingering on the youth’s mind. And there she was, thinking that she works with professionals but the man in front of him seemed less professional than everyone she met and worked with. Even in her Underground days, although they didn’t have the money and clearly not the same purposes as the Kabal, members were more organized than this.

Alexandra rolled her eyes again at the mutant in front of her. “Geez, are you having PMS or something?” she asked half amused, half annoyed, with the slight tendency of annoyance to take over. “What other details can wait you upstairs … or in the elevator? With me?” she snorted.

“Look…” the molecule manipulator rubbed her temples for a second, as a headache started to appear. “You can do as you wish. I am not stopping you. I am not paid to persuade you in completing this mission. I am paid to complete the mission. So I don’t care. I still don’t understand why are you acting like a 5 year old boy. You have your mission, I have mine. Things like how all these people are going to be taken to Slate is not your problem. Your problem is to get them unconscious and that would be everything you should care about.”

Alexandra looked over Roland’s shoulder and to the couch behind him. She glanced again at Roland, clearly not a nice look, more of an annoyed and disappointed one. Her small frame moved without even looking back and she took her seat in the couch again. Folding her legs she her eyes turned to Roland, in a cold and uncaring manner. “Your call Roland.”