Espionage

She was on her way to get some coffee in her simple disguise of a trench coat, a scarf, and sunglasses ---a disguise that made her feel practically invisible, as silly as it would be to mention out loud--- when she saw a man boldly attempt to hold a woman at knife point. Before Ada could finish her thought about how terrible men could be, he was already thrown flat onto the pavement.  

Clearly, the woman he tried to trifle with wasn't just a pretty face. Clearly very charmed by the way she handled the man, the spy walked up to voice her admiration.

Oh, she liked to play rough? Good, that was just how she liked it.

It took a split second for Harley to realise where the other woman had disappeared to. However, that second’s hesitation was a second too long and before she knew it, her legs were kicked out from under her and she fell to the floor with a thud. Still, though it had been a mistake on her part, she wasn’t frustrated with herself– she was having way too much fun with her new friend and part of her wanted let her get her own way just to see what she’d do to her later.

“I changed my mind! Baby, take me back I promise I’ll change!” She rolled onto her side and picked herself up quickly, the manic grin still plastered upon her face. She took a small step back though she made no move to run or attack again. She wanted to see what the other would do next.

Once again, the other woman slipped through Ada's fingers. There were a precious few people who were a match for the trained assassin, and most of them weren't entirely human. Deciding to hold off her next assault for a moment, she eyed the blonde with curiosity.

"You're good. Most people would be dead by now, not to brag." She was totally bragging---just a little bit. "It does make one wonder how you were trained. Care to indulge my curiosity?"

Jewel-encrusted necklaces came and went, but this was something much more worthy of Ada's attention. Nothing about the way the woman dressed would have made her guess that she was anything more than some member of an outlandish street gang, but now her mind quickly went through all of the possibilities: mercenary, spy, CIA, a fellow assassin. Or perhaps something else entirely.

It was difficult to find her focus amidst the chaos and the noise — Edelgard hadn’t been here for long, but she’d already assessed that it was perhaps too overwhelming for her in ways. Or perhaps it was only because she was unused to it? No matter how long she had lived here, it was still difficult to discern whether the details of her environment or the overall culture shock caused discomfort.

Alone at the bar, she’d simply been interested in trying a variety of drinks. It wasn’t that she hadn’t ever consumed alcohol — she’d certainly determined a baseline for her tolerance by now — but the numerous options far exceeded anything she’d been familiar with in her own realm. The fruitiest concoctions, sugar around the rim, bright in color… Those were here favorites thus far.

When someone approached her as she took another sip, she didn’t hesitate upon telling them to go ahead and take the seat.

“Not lost, no,” she responded, unsure of the stranger’s intentions. “It’s certainly not a usual night for me, though I hope to change that. I assume you’re more familiar with such a scene?”

Ada thoughtfully sipped from her glass of red wine while she listened to the woman reply, even her voice made her sound like someone important. And yet there was none of the egotism; a big improvement from the company she usually kept.

"You could say that. I once worked as a cocktail waitress ---you know, just to get myself through college." The woman replied casually. That was, of course, a lie; while everyone else her age was in some lecture hall, she was subjected to torture resistance training. "Oh, sorry, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ada Wong."

It felt almost nice to chat with someone with no real ulterior motive in mind. There was never any room for friendship of any kind in her life, maybe she had time for the things she missed out on now. Or maybe she just had a bit too much wine.

She certainly sounds confident enough in what she’s telling him. Then again practically anyone could if they tried hard enough. It’s times like this where the Boss wished he had some sort of means to read people better than solely relying on whatever gut instinct he may have. Would definitely save him a lot of trouble.

“ That much trouble, huh? Well would you mind if I asked just what exactly ya had t’ do? ” He’s not exactly sure how far he could push for information. For all he knew this woman might be legit and be just as suspicious as he is. If that’s the case then it’d make for a real hilarious impasse.

“ Money is nice and all, but there’s a helluva lot more worth in what someone’s abilities might be; especially if you got some kinda idea on just what they could do. ” She might not let it out just yet, but whatever vague answer the woman brings up it could definitely lead him into making some sort of assumption.

It would seem that her gamble was paying off, but it was still too early to tell for certain if this negotiation would end well. He was certainly asking the right questions. Before she answered the man, Ada eyed one of the buildings nearby; too many windows, too many places for prying eyes.

She looked back to her potential business partner and chose her words carefully. “Your organisation is impressive, judging from what I’ve seen and heard. And yet it’s missing something, isn’t it?” The woman let him puzzle at what she could possibly mean while she fished a flash drive out of her bra.

illyana hummed softly to herself, head tilted to the side as she inspected the other woman.

“are you going for beautiful yet capable of murder?” that was the look magik usually went for. “if so, it is very appropriate. a necklace, perhaps a bracelet, and very sharp heels.”

“As if I would settle for anything less!” Ada chuckled in amusement. “A mixture of alluring and dangerous attracts desperate men like flies.”

Tarot questions

the fool: do you have any nicknames?

“People call me many things, only some of them aren’t insults. But Ada serves me just fine.” It’s not even her real name. Her real name is [REDACTED].

the high priestess: what is your dream date?

“I’m an old-fashioned romantic. Dinner at a five-star restaurant, expensive food and wine, then we make love under the stars.” Translation: She covers you with a sniper rifle while you fight off a horde of walking corpses.

the hanged man: favourite movie soundtrack?

Tarot questions

justice: favourite colour of rose?

Tarot questions

the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms?

“I do if it’s accompanied by a heavy rain. It’s nice weather for some light reading at home.” What she wouldn’t mention aloud is how a heavy rain is really useful for concealing the sound of her footsteps.

 the sun: do you believe in magic?

“I was literally cut out for the real world~! I’m like Pinocchio~! ‘I’m a real girl, I’m a real girl~!’ Ehehehehe~! Did my maman do a good job~?”