Islands and Chains

[Silver]

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More of the same, she thought in the beginning. But then again, she had felt the pull, something that was missing for the better part of the last two years. Even when the Royals crashed down, and the guns went silent, she wasn't content as she expected. And now this. What seemed as your run-of-the-mill contact for yet again another sweetened words and blood money to kill in the name of, the pull was instant. And she did what she always has done when it happened. Going for it, eyes open, smile in her lips.

And boy, did she smiled when she saw Heinrich's name.

"I don't know the second one. But I do know the first."

She leaned back in the chair and placed a finger in the air. Less than five seconds, a very clean, sharp waiter appeared. She started to talk in french to him, ordering some appetizers by their local names and as the waiter appeared, he went away quickly. Looking back at the man and the files, she took a smoke from the cigarette, letting the smoke enter her lungs.

"Queen of the Omegas. Loved her work with them Brets. Ass fucked them like a slut on prom night, and left without leavin' a number or a dinner date afterwards."

The smoke lazily rose up in the air, as her eyes slightly lost focus as she was remembering something from her past. With a smirk, a very lovely yet almost malicious smirk, her eyes rose to the man.

"And a heck of a pilot for that shit hole they call the 'Megas. A frickin' devil. I take it then she's a test tube? Pitty."

The waiter returned with a glass of whisky and two plates filled with different delicacies, ranging from shaved truffles over a small piece of warm pasta to what it seemed small fish garnished with herbs and garnat oil. Putting the cigarette away, she nodded at the waiter and smelled the aromas without removing her eyes from the man.

"Guess you can say, experiment successful, bub. She's doin' quite the number. So..."

That smirk flared up again.

"What's in it for little, little ol' me?"

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop