sunisa.
âSorry Iâm not some famous bastard whoâs made a run for money they donât deserve.â Sunisa grins at Samir before turning the mask over in their hands. They arenât sure what its purpose is, especially in such close quarters. Had the truce said anything about snipping the buckle? About letting it clatter to the floor? Probably not, and there were other members, like Emil, who provided those around them with honesty. Or, at least, as much honesty that was allowed, given the circumstance.Â
Sunisa raises a brow and nods, a soft chuckle leaving her before she peels herself away from the wall. âYeah, never been to one, but I guess it could be a bit like that. âS fuckin hot is what it is, though.â Sunisa wipes at their cheeks, their neck, and sets the mask to the side, forgotten. At least for the moment.Â
âIn your experience? Youâre not very shy, are you?â Sunisa tilts her head to the side and watches her company for a moment before inhaling sharply. âOh, my name?â It was only fair, was it not? To tell her name, especially when she knew the pieces of Samir that were written on paper. Then again, not everyone was what was written about them. âSunisa.â They smile at him, this time more polite than the last. âAnd yours?â For good measure, at least, they think. âHowâre you liking this mini fucking vacation these assholes got us into?â
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âIf it makes you feel any better, I probably wouldnât know who you are if you were famous.â Possibly if it was infamy for a crime of some sort. As long as it was committed in Britain. He didnât spend a lot of time studying foreign crime, that was MI6âs job. It was, however, nice to know another face behind the mask. Though, it seemed more and more of Death were ditching their masks making them identifiable for future atonement. Even if he was able to be civil with some of them, they werenât ones he would want to get close to. Not when he saw first hand the pain and grief the Wardens were still feeling over the loss of a family member. War would go for blood, even if it took time, he didnât doubt for a second that they would wipe out the entirety of Death and then some.Â
The Power nodded in agreement. She wasnât wrong about the heat. Somehow, he was still excited for the moments he would get to escape outdoors and let the sun soak into his skin. Find a place where he could be alone. It was a far-fetched dream with all the people around and how demanding some of them were. âCertainly it is warm, they could have chosen a place with air conditioning or better ventilation.âÂ
An unintended laugh fell from Samir at her comment. Boy did he have her fooled. âI suppose I am just a very good listener. Pick up on tips and tricks along the way.â He shrugged. Not many would likely describe Samir as unshy, it actually seemed to bother some of his superiors that he didnât have all the boldness and ambition as his counterparts. If only they knew just how ambitious he really was or the constant war he battled to keep his identity and thoughts concealed, even with those whoâd grown to call him a friend. The resistance to go rogue and continue his journey with War versus going back to MI5. âSamir.â He returned her smile. âIâd say nice to meet you, but I donât think weâre supposed to.â They were enemies on many levels, after all. âNot much of a vacation. Canât get much sleep and I think the tension is so thick it can be cut with a knife.â He shook his head. âItâs exhausting.â














