<b>Location:</b>The Gramercy Plaza Condominium Bar.<br/><b>Tag:</b>No one yet.<br/><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Irina's hands leaned on Michael's muscular chest in search for something to lean her feeble feverish form on, weakened by her own poisoned lipstick when she had bitten into her own lower lip. The plan had backfired, and how, as she couldn't expect that the ambassador she was supposed to kill was the same man that she met the night before. She was trained to leave her personal desires away, locked in a box, buried under the ice in the far and cold tundra of her homeland. But his sky blue eyes showed that he cared, his warm wide smile accepted her, his worried voice enveloped her body before even she started to collapse on the firmness of his arms. "Michael-" she pleaded, if she was going to die she wanted his name to be the last thing it grazed her lips. Through hazy eyes she watched him retrieve a small glass flask from his jacket, drinking the clear liquid without swallowing and leaning, closer and closer. It turned out that the last thing that would caress Irina's blood red lips, at least in her life as a loyal Russian spy, would be the tender lips of the American ambassador.</span></i><br/><br/>"Hrmmm-" Arthur groaned, retiring his hands from the laptop keyboard, drumming them restless on the table he was sitting at. He would normally avoid working in a public space, but since his daughter had gone away to college, being at his apartment felt painfully lonely, sometimes even resorting to let the television on just to have a human voice as background noise. Scratching his beard with one hand, picked up the coffee cup with the other, sighing. It seemed that the moment of most activity of that place would be during the nights, but at least there was enough noise to keep Arthur distracted from himself.<br/><br/>Perhaps he should go, after all he had shopping to do, although there was no hurry and he had the whole day ahead of him. Doubting if he should pick her steel gray jacket and monochrome camouflage scarf from the nearby chair, he ended up being lazy and deciding he could stay a little bit more. Shopping for one was going to be terribly boring after all. Wondering how he should continue the scene, if it was proper to have Irina naked on the ambassador's bed with the pretext of a doctor visit or not, Arthur just sat pensive, looking at his surroundings until an idea popped on his mind.