Natalya Vasilyev

[He almost spat coffee which the barista just handed to him. Coughing a bit, Charlie lets out a nervous chuckle.] I— I don’t think sex is never a factor for me. I-I had to work, decoding some data.

I’ll take my chances.

The sound of the chair being kicked towards the wall startled Ashley, and she spun in the direction of the movement, instinct guiding her hands as she quickly drew the bow back fully and let loose an arrow which whistled through the air and hit the backrest of the chair, pinning it to the wall. 

The girl blinked a couple of times, a brief look of confusion flashing across her features before she realized with a sickening start that the chair had merely been a diversion. Shit! Ashley cursed mentally, whirling around to face the desk and pulling out another arrow at the same time, only to find the slim profile of a woman standing there. In the darkened room Ashley could not quite make out her face, but there was an odd air of familiarity about the woman. Whoever she was, the glint of the blade she had been twirling in her hands informed Ashley that this person was not to be trifled with, and she held off on firing another shot until she could be sure of her target.

“My my. The girl from City Space, huh? The eh, restaurant girl, no? Who would’ve known. Not me, that’s for damn sure.”

The tall brunette rolled her eyes and made a point out of sighing loudly, as if she was so bored and annoyed with her company that she was just about ready to throw herself out of the window. "Jackpot, well done, love, you're the regular old Sherlock Holmes, congratulations." This was truly and unfortunate turn of events, especially because despite her cynical ways, Natalya had taken a slight liking to the blonde who had offered her a seat at her table one particular crowded night at City Space. Honestly she had found the girl quite pliable and had never suspected she would run into her on a mission, and definitely not like this.

"Well, sweetheart you're too late. You snooze, you lose and all that, so why don't you just scurry on back home to wherever you came from, and tell your "superiors" that you simply couldn't find it, alrighty?" She said in an obnoxiously light tone of voice, clearly mocking her and clearly fed up and annoyed. "And you're damn right no one has to get hurt in all of this, but believe me, Ash, I will not hesitate one second to fill your head with lead if you as much as think about Robin Hood'ing me, comprendé?" Every word she spoke was the honest truth, and she was pretty sure it came across as that as well, giving Ashley no false sense of hope.

When your back starts to creak and you get stomach after a all-nighter. Think it’s the body’s way of saying “You’re old, go to bed”.

Yeah,everything seemed to slow down, lately. Eh, it could be worse. Considering the things I’ve done, I’m still alive so I’m pleased with the results. 

[He orders with a faint smile, before returning to his zombie mode.] I’m too old for all-nighters now…

Ah. You know you can talk about something other than work, right?

Anything to keep chivalry alive. [Raises his hands to call the bartender over] A drink for my friend here, Miss….?

Will do, sugar. God, let’s just stop the conversation, it’s getting depressive. I’m so not in the mood for this.