Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)
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				Title: <strong>Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 04:33:45</strong>
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				"The Syndicate only employs the best." Simon Kincaid looks through the file in his hands slowly, thoughtfully. His cold blue eyes examine you closely. His short brown hair is neat, a businessman's style like his black Lauren suit, tailored to conceal a pair of thin shoulder holsters. He is a little over thirty, probably - his file doesn't say - but his eyes make him seem older as he studies you.<br><br>"So you must be the best handler they could suggest. Keep my operation running smoothly. Keep my clients happy. Keep me happy." He smiles, the smile of a wolf running its prey to ground. "Just remember, you'll be working for me, not them. Doing what I say. And in return, you'll be very well rewarded. What do you say, Mister...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 08:33:50</strong>
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				I took it all in rather blase. It was an unusual job to end up in - assistant to assassins but I'd somehow gotten very good at it. Years in the CIA before I went independent, my last assassin had just retired, quite comfortably I might add, and had told me he would call some of his 'associates' who might need help. Mr. Kincaid here was supposed to be the best.<br><br>"Smith." I said in a neutral tone. "I say it sounds rather fun." I smiled, and I meant that. It was a great job, I got to be involved in all the shadiness and connections of the hitman industry without actually pulling a trigger. "Do you have any current needs or shall I set up shop and find you some money?" I said with a confident smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 15:17:49</strong>
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				Kincaid stands, showing how tall he is, and moves over to offer you his hand. It's large and strong, with small scars - not quite callouses - on the first two knuckles. No rings on either hand. Well polished shoes, as well.<br><br>"That would be the start of making me happy." He smiles more casually, but still wolfish. <br><br>"Now, if we're going to work together, a few things that aren't in the file. What do you like to eat? We'll be hiding out together at times. I'm fairly flexible, although I do like red meat and wine to match, preferably Italian."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 22:12:03</strong>
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				I take your hand about the only way I can, by placing my hand in yours palm down. I feel somewhat embarrassed doing it but you don't seem to think it's unusual as you lift me up to my feet. "Well, I actually prefer Indian food, and French." I say with a smile. "I love rice and curry." I grin. "Easy to get in a lot of parts of the world and very delicious. Would you like me to find us an Italian place to eat at tonight, sir?" I say, hoping to impress you with how eager I am to get started. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 03:10:56</strong>
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				"Absolutely. Although I appreciate good French cuisine as well, and I like a little spice too." He smirks. "And by then you'll have made arrangements to travel to our first order of business..." It sounds like a statement, rather than a question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 21:59:54</strong>
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				"Yes of course sir." I say and get out my pda. A few moments later. "Sir, we have reservations in fifteen minutes at the Ivory." I say, hoping to impress you with how easily I got those reservations. "We have two hours until we are to be at the docks for the boat trip to your meeting." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 01:50:19</strong>
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				"Good thing we're dressed for it." He smirks. "Although if you could find a woman to take your place that would look even better." He straightens the cuffs of his jacket. "I did interview a few, but you had the best credentials." He shrugs idly as he walks to the door. "Shall we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 06:33:39</strong>
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				"Would you like me to find you a woman sir?" I say nuetrally. "I can find you an exquisite one for the evening if you so desire." I have several such numbers in my phone. I see no reaction so I follow you out the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 02:33:32</strong>
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				"Well, not tonight. Perhaps once the mission's over... Hm. What would you consider 'exquisite'?" He smiles slightly as he holds the door for you. "Blonde, brunette, redhead...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 06:32:28</strong>
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				"Well it's not really the packaging, that can change overnight. It's the skills of the woman underneath. Her class, her charm, her sex appeal, her skills." I smile. "Such women are what men who kill for a living deserve." I say simply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 04:33:12</strong>
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				"Absolutely. Of course, it's hard to find a woman who can be as relaxed about the work as I'd really need in the long term. Hard enough to find a <em>man</em> who is," he adds, glancing at you as you exit the supposedly-abandoned warehouse where the interview took place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 03:03:56</strong>
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				I follow you out of the warehouse to where a limo waits to take us to to the restaurant. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 23:05:43</strong>
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				Kincaid looks over at you as the limo prowls through the dark city streets.<br><br>"Something I forgot to ask. I presume you don't, or the Syndicate wouldn't have sent you, so I just want to make sure. You don't have any dependents, do you? No-one my enemies could use to turn you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 06:02:08</strong>
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				"None...I'm an orphan, I bounced around from place to place, that's how the Syndicate found me." I say calmly, not really feeling that bad about it. It is what it is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 01:44:23</strong>
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				"Good. Never hurts to be too cautious." He glances at you, judging your response, before looking back to the window and the darkness beyond.<br><br>"No-one close now? A woman? Or a man..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 04:53:36</strong>
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				"Nobody at all sir, I don't have anyone important that I tell secrets to or call late at night or anything like that, you have nothing to worry about."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 04:13:03</strong>
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				Kincaid smirks. "No need to be bashful. You should have someone. This business is stressful enough without denying yourself life's simple pleasures. And I can't expect you to run after me at every hour like a maid."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 02:32:29</strong>
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				"Yes you can." I say quickly. And it's for a good reason too. Some killers use entire teams...but they have to split the pay. I do it all by myself, and I'm worth every penny. "Whatever helps get the job done fastest, the faster you do your job, the faster we all get paid."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 03:19:35</strong>
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				"True..." The taller man half smiles. "Although of course if I want a <em>maid</em> you don't quite look the part."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 04:33:35</strong>
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				"Well if you needed a maid I would get you a maid. The best quality for the best price I could find. Using me to perform menial tasks like that would be a waste of money. Leave it all up to me, everything but the kill."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 03:00:41</strong>
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				"So a secretary, then," Kincaid suggests with a wicked smirk. "You don't quite look the part there, either. But I'm certain your abilities will compensate..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 07:09:46</strong>
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				"Assistant." I say feeling a little unappreciated. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 08:44:07</strong>
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				Kincaid half smiles. "Of course. 'Secretary' does rather suggest you should look the part..."<br><br>He's still smiling at this joke at your expense when the car purrs to a stop outside the Ivory. The driver gets out, glancing around suspiciously before opening the door for Kincaid and holding it for you.<br><br>"Shall we?" your employer asks, still with a trace of a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 19:07:16</strong>
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				"Of course Sir." I say, getting out ahead of my boss and making sure all is okay with the reservations and where they have us seated before I return for Kincaid. I have to admit I'm pouting a little at his jibes. My last boss didn't care at all for small talk, he preferred me to be invisible. Maybe this is all a test to make sure I have what it takes? I return to the car. "Everything is ready for you inside sir." <br><br>I take you in through the side entrance and we find ourselves in a booth so private most of the regular patrons don't know it exists. There is a spread of your favorite foods to the side with a waiter standing ready to give you the ones you want tonight. I sit down one side of the table with some spaghetti and meatballs and wait for you to start eating before I do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 00:36:42</strong>
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				He strides on in, the way he glances around to case the restaurant being the only sign that he doesn't own the place. "This is very good," he says with a slight nod as he takes his seat. He points towards the gnocchi first, and the waiter brings it over. "Don't worry, I won't make you taste everything for me first," he says as he takes a first bite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 00:49:59</strong>
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				"Too bad, it's all completely safe and excellent." I smile taking a bite of spaghetti. "I wouldn't have you eating it if it wasn't." <br><br>"So," I try to talk business, hoping he won't start calling me a maid and secretary again. "Our boat leaves in an hour and a half. Any instructions for the voyage there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 01:25:41</strong>
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				"Well, I'm sure I can spare a piece." He chuckles. He leans back as he eats, listening to you try and change the subject. "Nothing springs to mind right away. If&nbsp; need anything I'll let you know. I can't expect you to know without being asked just yet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 03:18:14</strong>
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				"I suppose not." I say, feeling slighted. "But you can rely on me for anything sir, I hope you know that." I put another mouthful of spaghetti in my mouth and chew it as I watch your moves, hoping for some cue as it what it is you want from me. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 07:21:29</strong>
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				He finishes his gnocchi, considers his options for a moment, and points to some pollo cacciatore. He watches you eat as it is served, then starts himself as the waiter steps back. "Mmm. You're right, this is excellent." Then he smiles. "And since you offered, try a piece." He extends his fork towards you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 07:50:57</strong>
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				"Thank you sir." I say meekly, waiting for you to put it on my plate. You don't though, it just hangs there in the air. I pick up my fork and think about trying to take it off of yours but clearly that isn't your intent. This man seems very obsessed with power and control. Very well, I'll pass his tests. He has nothing to worry about. I'm the best assistant a killer can have. I open my mouth and eat the food off of your fork. "Thank you sir." I say. "That was delicious." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 08:01:50</strong>
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				"I'm glad you agree." He leans back, smirking as he withdraws the fork. "After all, if we're going to be working closely together, it's best if we share some of the same tastes and foibles."<br><br>He cuts another forkful of chicken and chews it thoughtfully. <br><br>"Oh... on that note, you overlooked one of the points of one of my earlier questions, when I asked if you're seeing someone... you didn't specify if the person you might be seeing was male or female."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 04:23:42</strong>
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				"I'm not seeing either one." I sigh. "Look you really have nothing to worry about, all these little tests and jokes are just going to distract you from getting the job done and I would advise we get serious about making money." I say a little harsher than I intended then give you a soft look. "I'm sorry sir, it's just...I'm used to a less talkative employee."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 04:37:18</strong>
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				Kincaid smiles thinly. "This is my operation. Any changes we make will be my decision. Clear enough?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 04:44:42</strong>
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				"Clear enough." I respond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 13:49:13</strong>
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				His smile brightens and he relaxes. "Good. I like to keep things light. I don't want to be all about the work. If I wanted that I'd still be in Special Forces. If I can't enjoy life, why go freelance? Why go after the big money?" He chuckles. "And don't worry, I <em>am</em> big money. You'll be very well taken care of. Dessert?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 04:23:44</strong>
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				"Maybe some chocolate cake..." I say, realizing that I really want some.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 04:40:06</strong>
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				Kincaid smirks, then nods to the waiter to bring over the dessert cart. Its two levels are loaded with options, both traditional Italian and more general. There's a double chocolate gateau on the upper level.<br><br>"Whatever you'd like. See, did your last boss buy you chocolate cake?" he adds with a chuckle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 04:54:10</strong>
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				"I guess not." I admit sulkily putting a bite of the cake in my mouth. My last boss never really talked to me at all, I was invisible to him. All of this attention has me a little off balance. I glance up at you, not sure what to say, it's been a very long time since I've had a conversation with someone and I wasn't trying to bribe them to do something for me. "This is good cake." Is all I can think to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 02:17:29</strong>
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				"Good." He smiles. "You should really relax. We're in this together, and we should try and get on. Look after me and I'll look after you." <br><br>He looks at his draned wine glass. "Drink?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 23:02:20</strong>
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				"I guess I'm just not used to my boss being friendly. I suppose I'll have a glass of umm..well I don't really know drinks that well to be honest. What would you suggest?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 11:14:49</strong>
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				"Since you had meat I'd say a red. Maybe a Promessa," he suggests, and the server nods, turning on a heel to go. <br><br>"And hopefully you'll get used to it before long. Considering what we do, friendship is a thing to value."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 19:37:03</strong>
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				"I suppose that's one way to look at it," I say, taking a sip of the drink when it appears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 02:18:36</strong>
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				"Certainly the way I look at it. If I can't enjoy life between jobs, it makes the work the be-all and end-all." Kincaid smirks. "And it should only be the be-all and end-all for the <em>other</em> guy," he adds with a wicked grin. <br><br>"Good?" he asks as you try the wine. It balances with the lingering flavour of the chocolate cake quite well, although it might have worked better with the meat itself. "And don't worry, I'm not plying you with drink for some evil scheme. This time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 06:02:33</strong>
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				I can't help but laugh. It's been a long time. "My last boss was all business. I suppose you like to have more fun with things?" I say, taking a bigger sip of the drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 14:02:53</strong>
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				He smiles brightly as you laugh, and nods to answer your question. "Well, not the work itself, but I like the whole 'international travel and fine living' side of things. I like to think I'm more a Pierce Brosnan Bond than the new guy," he chuckles, then pauses as you take a longer sip. "I take it that it is good, then."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 02:04:55</strong>
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				"Well if you're Pierce Brosnan who does that make me?" I smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 02:33:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you pouted when I suggested Miss Moneypenny." He smirks and takes a sip from his glass. "Anyway, we've eaten, we should retire. We can begin working in earnest tomorrow."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 03:28:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well. Lead on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 04:05:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kincaid straightens up, stretching and cricking his back with a satisfied smile. "My compliments to the chef," he says to the waiter, who nods and backs away as your employer holds the door for you. He strolls along as he leads the way back to the limo. "So, where can I drop you off?" he asks as he opens the car door. "And another drink as we ride?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 02:09:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, thanks." I say smiling a bit loopily. I usually don't drink much at all so the few drinks are going straight to my head. "I'm at the Marriot downtown."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 03:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gestures to the driver, who nods. Once you're seated, he car pulls away from the kerb. <br><br>"I suppose we'll have to get you a permanent base of operations, won't we?" Kincaid asks as he pours something from a hip flask into two cups, looks at them both, and offers the second to you. It smells strong and sweet. "Bottoms up," he says, taking a swig from his glass.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 05:51:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure." I laugh wiping my mouth. "You drink a lot more than my old boss." I say a bit sloppily, feeling rather under the influence. "I haven't drank this much in awhile." I watch the bright city lights fly by the limo's window. "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 06:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, it's a celebration. To a new partnership."<br><br>The city lights flare and streak in your vision as the alcohol takes effect even more.<br><br>You are only dimly aware of the rest of the journey, of being helped to your room by Kincaid and his driver, of being dropped on the bed... you faintly feel him ruffle your hair and press... is it a hand?... to your forehead.<br><br>The next thing you really know is the wake-up call at 7 a.m.<br><br>Your body aches, apart from your backside and chest, which feel strangely numb... your bottom feels almost swollen like you've been sittng on a wooden chair for hours, even though you were in a comfortable bed, and your chest feels oddly sensitive as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 19:19:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ugh..." I groan as I get out of bed and put a hand to my head as if anticipating a hangover. Then I raelize my head doesn't really hurt and I don't have the throbbing associated with a night of drinking. But my chest feels very...soft and my ass well..it doesn't itch or feel bruised, what's wrong with it? I can't waste time seeing a doctor when I just started a new job!<br><br>I shower and do my morning preparation, my pants, which are usually a bit snug but not too tight, seem to barely fit over my rear end today and I find myself adjusting my shoulders to try to keep the cloth off my chest as I wait for Kincaid's call.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 21:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The call arrives some time after ten. "Thought I'd better let you sleep in after last night." You hear him chuckle, then he continues. "How are you feeling?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 00:28:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not so great." I admit. "Like I took on water or something. Where do you want me today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 01:26:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Travel arrangements. An island off the coast. Up to two weeks to prepare if we can leave today. And the longer the better. I'll need you to bring across my gear as well - I don't fancy doing this job barehanded. Pack for warm weather."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 02:05:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few minutes later your phone rings.<br><br>"Mr. Kincaid? It's me. We're booked for passage under assumed names on the cruise ship <em>Maria Theresa</em> which pass within ten miles of our destination, at which point we will proceed via a lifeboat that I've arranged in advance the ship won't miss. All of your equipment is being moved onto the lifeboat as we speak. I'll be there to pick you up in fifteen minutes."<br><br>And sure enough I pull up in the same limo just on time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 02:48:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kincaid stretches lazily as he sits in the limo. "Prompt. I like that. Coffee?" he adds, offering you a second paper cup as he points to the one he's sipping from. "For the record, steamed milk, two sugars."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 03:23:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you sir." I say, taking a sip. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Killer's Kiss (RedPhoenix and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 00:20:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watches you drink, then nods and smiles slightly as he looks over the booking form. "So, we'll have an overnight on the ship, get off on the second night. Hope you've packed your jammies. And something to wear to dinner. We may as well enjoy the amenities. I believe in travelling in style." He takes another gulp of his, encouraging you to do the same. <br><br>The coffee has a sweet undertaste, easy to take more of. And the leather seat feels comfortable under your soft, sore backside. It feels almost numb now, like it's swollen from bruising, like you landed on it hard last night. Maybe you fell on it on the way to the bed?
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