TARGET ACQUIRED // FEMME FATALE 🔫

     _{irene  knew  her  mark .  gaze  dropped  from  the  blonde  agent  as  she  payed  attention  to  the  amber  liquid  in  her  glass ;   forever  making  a  show  of  herself ,  in  every  slight  &  graceful  movement .  but  she  knew  what  she  was  asking  of  lorraine .   something  that  would  surely  only  be  granted  by  sentiment ;   by  someone  who  was  forced  to  ignore  their  own  better  judgement .  irene  was  good  at  making  people  do  that .    ❛        i  have  something  they  want .   and  i’m  not  willing  TO  SHARE  .        ❜    sticky  gaze  flitted  up  to  meet  the  blonde’s  own  again  through  dark ,  long  lashes .   her  voice  was  like  honey :  a  promise  within  it  that  everything  would  be  okay .   she  tried  not  to  let  desperation  seep  through .   state  secrets  whispered  fervently  against  her  skin  by  lovers  who  paid   (  and  paid  well  )   for  her  to  spend  her  nights  with  them  were  both  irene’s  greatest  protection  &  a  loaded  gun  to  her  temple .  the  only  thing  keeping  her  alive ,  and  what  would  surely  be  her  downfall .  the  truth  was ?   the  woman  was  dangerously  out  of  her  depth .    ❛        come  on ,  lorraine .    ————-  for  old  times’  sake ??        ❜    irene  held  the  woman’s  name  in  her  mouth  with  a  sudden  tenderness ,  eyes  wide  &  sweetly  locked  on  the  agent ;   COY .}

A GOOD SPY KNOWS WHEN THEY’RE BEING PLAYED _{but there was much to be said for Irene’s skill of persuasion. It wasn’t just sentimentality that urged Lorraine’s desire to help her; nor was it merely a solidarity between two women of a kind. She actually believed there was truth beneath the flirtatious lashes and honey coated words; and few people knew the dangers of such situations better than Lorraine.} ❛ FINE. ❜ _{She relinquishes in stoic compromise. ❛ But this time I make the calls — ❜ an edge of warning frosts over her words as she briskly walks past the woman, glancing subtly from behind her curtains. A car outside looks easily to be a lookout. Sighing, she turns sharply to face Irene. ❛ Some bloody good timing you’ve got too. ❜}

_{In a moment the gun pressing into her light was in her hands and she nodded towards the back exit – ❛ Get your coat. ❜}

TARGET ACQUIRED // FEMME FATALE 🔫

     _{a  velvety  kind  of  laugh  tumbled  from  the  brunette’s  lips ;  soft  &  sweet .   (  unlike  her  )   ‘  c  would  have  my  head  ’  ———-   irene  hummed  in  acknowledgement ,  amusement  lingering  at  the  corners  of  her  lips .     ❛        i’m  familiar  with  the  feeling .        ❜     secrets  got  you  killed  where  they  came  from ,  of  course .   but  playing  it  safe  ??   got  you   nowhere  .   the  woman  knew  what  she  preferred .   a  certain  twinkle  lit  up  irene’s  dark  gaze ,  to  see  lorraine  concede .   wickedness  sprung  to  decorate  painted  red  lips ;   an  accessory  she  wore  well .     ❛        i  seem  to  have  gotten  myself  in  a  spot  of  trouble  with  the  british  government .        ❜     well ,  wasn’t  that  an  understatement  ??     ❛      … that  would  be  your  area  of  expertise ,  wouldn’t  it  ———-   ms.  broughton ??      ❜       cue  a  fluttering  of  her  eyelashes .} 

SHE STARED FOR A LONG WHILE, _{debating whether or not she could be bothered enough to get involved. It wasn’t as if Irene’s requests were the sort to go off easily — if they went off at all. Scrutiny glazed over her icy cerulean gaze as she watched the woman, knowing full well that she} WANTED _{to help, ( a terrible habit of hers really, she just couldn’t seem to pass by a chance to stick to the cocksuckers upstairs — ) but there was far more at stake here than just the other woman’s needs. She’d worked too hard to blow it all now; so it had better be good fucking story}. ❛ What SORT _{of trouble? ❜ she finally replied, dubious and droll — her cigarette becoming as intimate as a lover might, with her lips wrapped around it, gaze not leaving Irene for a second, despite the haze of tobacco-scented smoke between them. Any good spy worth their bloody own weight would say it: you never take your eye off the target. And Christ only knew what sort of trouble Adler had waiting for her this time.} 

TARGET ACQUIRED // FEMME FATALE 🔫

     _{❛        ————  haven’t  you  heard  ??   it’s  a  MAN’S  WORLD ,  lorraine  …   us  girls  have  got  to  stick  together .        ❜}

SHE SCOFFS; _{a small little noise, full of begrudging mirth. She hates it when she finds herself charmed by others – most especially when they’re someone so sodding disastrous. ❛ C would have my head if he knew about this; ❜ she says it with pride, amusement growing the longer she sits in the other’s presence. Then again there was quite a lot C didn’t know, wasn’t there? It has almost become a personal game, seeing just how much she can get away with. Someone with a more keen sense of awareness might even speculate she} WANTS _{to be caught. ❛ Well let’s have it, then. What’s the bloody proposition this time? ❜}

TARGET ACQUIRED // FEMME FATALE 🔫

     _{❛      what’s  WRONG ———-  …  you  don’t  trust  me ??      ❜}  

_{@coldestspy  /  src .}

_{❛ And why would I do something so mad as that. ❜}