LICENCE TO KILL...

A bit of prefiew on the scene about to unroll on your computer. We have a man and a woman ,no names they are on the service of killing people for your majesty the Queen, we find them where i left them in a hotel room after a mission gone wrong, they are about to talk...

" I know i was wrong,you dont have to tell me, you can give the cold shoulder attitude a rest as well." She sat at the hedge of the bed barely in almost out of it,waiting for a cruel word perhaps?

He looked at her without talking (harshly or any words at all),and just allowed the silence to thicken until...

" I cant stop and allow you to do things that may one day kill you , I could not live with myself if anything happen to you. That is why i was so mad, not because i dont believe you are able. Understand that much and give me the benefit of doubt before going in with just your anger and no preparations..." All of this she heard and her heart shunk low,she had misjudged him he seemed almost disappointed and that was harder to face.

"I am sorry." And she stands up  and goes to him, who has been leaning against the door. " I trully am. That i cause you to worry when we had bigger things to do."

Holding on to his fiance, his world settled, it was time to start preparing this mission at hand.

It was time to kill...

The End

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