On the Fence.
Looks like Fass is back with a brand new invention. And this time he's in Assassin verse! For the sake of an ever evolving timeline, let's say this is after the initial meeting (Agent K walks in to see Agent M has him in her sights).
Who? M/K
Knowing she has well and truly captured him, he mentally curses himself. When asked by HQ if he needed backup, he denied the request, falsely thinking the blonde would be an easy target. Not taking her gun off him, she nodded and said, "The knives."
As he slowly removed the weapons from his wrists and ankles, carefully placing the deadly blades on the floor, he asked, "Where did you train?"
"Here and there. I'm a girl who likes to get around." Her blue eyes flashed a challenge.
"Clearly. You're very difficult to track down details on."
"Oh, those? I've let you find a few things, but trust me when I say you know nothing about who I really am."
"For example?"
"For example, former Navy SEAL Kenneth Cunningham, I speak three languages, make a perfect madeleine, am gluten intolerant and am quite adept in the art of fencing."
"You bluff."
"I can assure you, I'm not."
"How good?"
"Junior Olympics. Sabre."
"Who taught you?"
"No one. From the time I could walk, I favored a blade. I found a fencing school and began training." She looked down at the pile and said, "You must have a wire or some sort of binding mechanism on you, be a good lad and line up whatever you're still holding on the ground."
Wordlessly, he complied and she continued, "Where was I? Oh yes, sources tell me fencing is how you blow off steam from time to time. Personally, I would've pegged you as a pugilist or perhaps one of those guys who gets up too early to work their frustrations out by rowing. On your knees."
As instructed, he knelt, wondering if this was how his life would end. Given his accumulation of sins, he certainly deserved worse than a clean shot to the head.
Licking her lips, she held his gaze and asked, "How were you going to do it?"
"Shoot you upon entry. Clean, instant. Make it look like a robbery."
"Not very creative, are you?"
"It would get the job done."
"What if I offered you a deal?"
"I'm not giving you any information. You might as well shoot me now."
"I expected nothing less. I'm suddenly feeling sporting today and haven't tested my skills in some time, how about a match?"
"The stakes?"
"Your life."
"You'd let me walk away?"
"So sure you would win?"
He looked down and said, "I don't have a weapon."
"There's a secret closet in here you know nothing about. I have equipment. What do you say?"
He considered a moment longer and then answered, "En garde."
Did you guys know I fenced in college? At some point I'll write the fight scene. As for now, I need to get back to the OC's.
Who? M/K
Knowing she has well and truly captured him, he mentally curses himself. When asked by HQ if he needed backup, he denied the request, falsely thinking the blonde would be an easy target. Not taking her gun off him, she nodded and said, "The knives."
As he slowly removed the weapons from his wrists and ankles, carefully placing the deadly blades on the floor, he asked, "Where did you train?"
"Here and there. I'm a girl who likes to get around." Her blue eyes flashed a challenge.
"Clearly. You're very difficult to track down details on."
"Oh, those? I've let you find a few things, but trust me when I say you know nothing about who I really am."
"For example?"
"For example, former Navy SEAL Kenneth Cunningham, I speak three languages, make a perfect madeleine, am gluten intolerant and am quite adept in the art of fencing."
"You bluff."
"I can assure you, I'm not."
"How good?"
"Junior Olympics. Sabre."
"Who taught you?"
"No one. From the time I could walk, I favored a blade. I found a fencing school and began training." She looked down at the pile and said, "You must have a wire or some sort of binding mechanism on you, be a good lad and line up whatever you're still holding on the ground."
Wordlessly, he complied and she continued, "Where was I? Oh yes, sources tell me fencing is how you blow off steam from time to time. Personally, I would've pegged you as a pugilist or perhaps one of those guys who gets up too early to work their frustrations out by rowing. On your knees."
As instructed, he knelt, wondering if this was how his life would end. Given his accumulation of sins, he certainly deserved worse than a clean shot to the head.
Licking her lips, she held his gaze and asked, "How were you going to do it?"
"Shoot you upon entry. Clean, instant. Make it look like a robbery."
"Not very creative, are you?"
"It would get the job done."
"What if I offered you a deal?"
"I'm not giving you any information. You might as well shoot me now."
"I expected nothing less. I'm suddenly feeling sporting today and haven't tested my skills in some time, how about a match?"
"The stakes?"
"Your life."
"You'd let me walk away?"
"So sure you would win?"
He looked down and said, "I don't have a weapon."
"There's a secret closet in here you know nothing about. I have equipment. What do you say?"
He considered a moment longer and then answered, "En garde."
Did you guys know I fenced in college? At some point I'll write the fight scene. As for now, I need to get back to the OC's.