Tokyo, Japan. Late late laaaaate Monday Night/early Tuesday Morning.
Dōjima had a meeting to attend, and she had slipped out of a warm and restful bed to make it here at this time.
Not one at the STN:J, but one passed through her handler with a simple text message. Nothing anyone would understand if they read it, but it was clear enough to her. It would seem that curiosity had killed an Amon-shaped cat, and it was SOLOMON's Intelligence division that had brought him back as a turned agent, now working for Juliano instead of Zaizen.
Which was why she was alone in a dark alley, late at night, awaiting her newest contact. The irony did not escape her.
She was not, however, expecting to be thrown up against a wall by the angry Hunter the moment he appeared. //What the hell do you think you're doing?// she snarled in Japanese, glaring at him.
//Traitor,// was the only response, and fury boiled under the cold mask that Amon always wore. He knew, then. They'd told him the real reason Kate turned, and who had turned her. Or at least he knew enough about her mission at the STN:J to resent being on her short leash.
//That's the pot calling the kettle black,// Dōjima answered mockingly. //Tell me, Amon, I'd like to know; how is anything that I've done any different from what you're doing now?//
She would not look away, her blue eyes staring into his defiantly, letting all the steel she'd had to hide behind the silk glove shine through. And in the end, it was Amon who broke first, turning away and taking a step back as he let her go.
Vindicated, she adjusted her coat, settling the collar correctly when he spoke again. "Unlike you, I would never sell out a friend."
And the train passed overhead as she met his glare, drowning out any other sound from their conference. Clearly, this was going to be the best secret spy partnership ever.
[OOC: And the spam begins. NFI, NFB, OOC = Love.]
Not one at the STN:J, but one passed through her handler with a simple text message. Nothing anyone would understand if they read it, but it was clear enough to her. It would seem that curiosity had killed an Amon-shaped cat, and it was SOLOMON's Intelligence division that had brought him back as a turned agent, now working for Juliano instead of Zaizen.
Which was why she was alone in a dark alley, late at night, awaiting her newest contact. The irony did not escape her.
She was not, however, expecting to be thrown up against a wall by the angry Hunter the moment he appeared. //What the hell do you think you're doing?// she snarled in Japanese, glaring at him.
//Traitor,// was the only response, and fury boiled under the cold mask that Amon always wore. He knew, then. They'd told him the real reason Kate turned, and who had turned her. Or at least he knew enough about her mission at the STN:J to resent being on her short leash.
//That's the pot calling the kettle black,// Dōjima answered mockingly. //Tell me, Amon, I'd like to know; how is anything that I've done any different from what you're doing now?//
She would not look away, her blue eyes staring into his defiantly, letting all the steel she'd had to hide behind the silk glove shine through. And in the end, it was Amon who broke first, turning away and taking a step back as he let her go.
Vindicated, she adjusted her coat, settling the collar correctly when he spoke again. "Unlike you, I would never sell out a friend."
And the train passed overhead as she met his glare, drowning out any other sound from their conference. Clearly, this was going to be the best secret spy partnership ever.
[OOC: And the spam begins. NFI, NFB, OOC = Love.]