#bringwar

         ❝  kiss  me  on  the  mouth  and  set  me  free,  but  please  don’t  bite .  ❞

Kitae was used to that question; it was the one most asked of him by anyone within the organization – both in the United States and back home in Busan. Normally, it was an easy one to answer. His cards spoke, and they never lied – either success or failure, fate set in stone one way or another. This time? He sighed heavily and shook his head, eyes searching out the other man’s face so that he could make eye contact. 

There was blood all over his gloves and he could feel some of it on his face. This was the sort of thing he loved and why he'd embraced this life. When he'd accepted this job he made a point of only finding out what he needed. Anything more and it would be risking too much for both himself and whomever it was that hired him. Something else he made a point of doing; anonymous sources. Jace knew if he didn't know who hired him neither would the authorities should they find him. Not that they would but it was another layer to his already complex life. What was odd was the other there with him. He preferred working alone and he wondered if maybe he shouldn't take this one out and dispose of the bodies together. It would make any investigation more complicated. "Maybe you should be next. No witnesses."

@bringwar​ said: ❝ i can’t move on. ❞

HISTORY HAUNTS US. It’s the ghost breathing down your neck. It’s the monster lurking in your closet, gazing at you while you sleep. You never escape it. It immerses itself inside of your core. Diana understands; she, too, has phantoms that taunt her in the dead of the night. In the clarity of the day, too. Sympathy softens her gaze. Diana places a gentle hand on his shoulder, hoping he can find a modicum of comfort in the soft touch. 

Nicholas Peters ( though his given name was not UNKNOWN to her, due to the chattering in her implant that told her all the pertinent information she needed to know ) was useful.  Maybe not quite a friend yet, but someone she’d grown to trust as a contact---  But that also meant she was meant to help him when the time came.  That time was now,  apparently.  Slipping away from the rest of her own team was always easy.  She came and went as she pleased,  completing her tertiary operations,  anyways.  What’s one more..   personal    mission?

The BOSS MAN is in town; gossip always filters through the cracks from up above - the world loves to talk, and Toni’s ever only happy to hear about it. There’s a tired little smirk on her face as she pours one out for the man she knows will stop on by, a fly boy out to visit his favourite toy. She knows these things well enough, knows that her existence here is not a revolution, but instead is meant to solve particular problems, the kind that require someone without a name, an identity... and lucky for them, she’s a parentless mongrel that they’ve heaven up from the depths of hell to help them play assist to the issues that happen to threaten them, as quietly as they want her to.

Smoke circles around the circling, she watches through the haze with a tiredness that comes after her morning workout. The body is a machine and she applies oil every day, dark hair pulled up and away, coffee poured out from a machine that looks more CHROME AND MECHANICS, the right kind of start to her morning with coffee and cigarettes, a towel left around her neck to mop off the residual sweat. Outside glass windows within the warehouse style of her place, she knows the city is waking up, the world, is beginning to start for all those who knew better than to slip and fall down the same rabbit hole that she had.

It’s a waiting game now, but patience is key in these moments. Nikolas Petran rushes for no one, not even his number one hitwoman.