The hurling like storm that oddly went over the county name Torquay, based in the rainy reign of England, blew into the trees with its strong giant-strength wind, and hurled Poseidon angered sea water and rain across the beach and town. The thunder rattled like crashing metal across a pavement of cement, the lightning flashed like claws in the sky. Nearly everyone was inside their homes, hoping for their bed to keep them to some sort of homely comfort. Only the stronger hearted though stood for the storm, not many of the civilians stayed up to watch the storm progress over the steady like town. The people who stayed up mostly were men, who of course were either working in their cubby like offices, or also of course fucking their mistresses while their wives were at home.
 
Not all though, were men of course. One woman decided to embrace the rain and storm; as she sat on her window ledge. Perching almost like a comfortable feline while the rainy storm washed through the town. Her bright sea green eyes, that many said was inherited from her graceful mother, never left the sight of the sea in front of her. She was lucky that she had the money and the time to spend on her accommodations, without such luck on her home she wouldn’t be so blessed with such a view. Also very much blessed with a very much needed amount of space, of which of course she also possessed with ease.
 
She was sitting in the dark, knowing all too well that storms including lightning could cause power cuts if electric was left on. The only thing she kept on in her house was her kitchen attire, and her landline phone. She didn’t mind too much about the dark, it gave her an easier satisfaction to snoop like she always seemed to do. Snooping on her lower down town was something she enjoyed, it soothed her to see who could walk up to her apartment building at any time she wished. Seeing the town below her, as her apartment building was set on a cliff-face like structure, was almost like a necessity. The more she saw around her, the more she could then have time to rout her plans if necessary.
 
Her eyes wondered across the dreary coastline, seeing people running towards any shelter they could possibly find. She smiled a ghost like smile, feeling no sympathy for an idiot like person to be outside at this time of night and weather. Her fox like features was almost giving off an ice-like feel to the people who couldn’t see her. Her eyes were cold, showing no emotion for anything she saw. She knew how to hide her emotions, through her facial expression and through her sea like eyes.
 
In the short distance of her living room, she heard her landline go off. She didn’t answer it; she never did unless she knew who was calling. She would only usually then answer if it was someone she trusted. As the phone kept ringing, she continued to absently stare out of her window. As the rings stopped suddenly, and the sudden click of the answer machine, she suddenly heard a familiar type voice fill her ears.
 
“Good morning Nikita, this is Sid speaking. I have personally set a mission, and I expect the normal results as you usually pull off. The usual things will be put into place, as it is another mission abroad. I have sent you plane tickets, first class, of course. You will receive them at 6 AM, on the dot. You will then have your fellow accomplice, code named: Ilejay, drive you to your accommodations. Your usual standards as usual are in play, of course. The file contributing your next stage of game play will be there, on the kitchen counter, behind the coffee machine. This will also be alongside your new identity for the mission, and your credit cards and ID. Ilejay will stay with you in your accommodation; he will help you with anything that you need of course. Pack your things Nikita, do the job and you’ll be paid double. You will learn why when you get to your accommodation.”
 
She sighed deeply and stood up from the window ledge, she bare-footedly walked to her landline phone. Her feet tapping against her laminate wood flooring as she did. She rewound the message and listened fully to it again, making sure she understood everything she was hearing. She then clicked the button to delete the message, turning around to then walk through the door to her bedroom.
 
She knelt to the floor, looking under her bed to find her black suitcase. Pulling it out and putting it onto her bed, finding her underwear that she needed. Not knowing how long she would be on her mission, she put in every thong and bra she owned. She packed the makeup she owned, her hairbrush, her clothes, which she kept minimal. Three pairs of jeans, black, navy blue, faded blue. Her army boot heels, her normal Gucci black heels, and her converse. She threw in some jumpers, and a cardigan. And finally her band shirts, which was one of the things she admired through life. One they were mostly black, and second she liked rock music.
 
She quickly found her wash bag, making sure everything was inside that she needed. Finally zipping up the main zip of her suitcase, she found her passport with her usual fake identity she used. Throwing it inside the front pocket of the suitcase, she then sighed deeply to herself.
 
She didn’t mind that she had only hours to prepare herself, she was used to it by now that her job brought out the most annoying circumstances ever. But in the end she found that she didn’t mind, she sometimes took the time after doing her missions to sight see the places she was sent too. Though it was never long enough to get the full scenery of the places, she went too that was the only part that truly annoyed her.
 
She pulled out another pair of jeans, black on black as usual as she wore most of the time. And using underwear from the suitcase, she put up her raven black hair and looked at the time. 5.55 AM, as the LED red lights off her clock told her. She was around on time, as usual of course. Letting herself progress a small smirk, she then moved into the kitchen area of her apartment.
 
She didn’t bother with much food; she learned to live off minimal food as a child. She made some toast and coffee before, proceeding to wait for the front door to knock. She looked up to the microwave clock, seeing the little LED lights slowly add up their numbers of the time. As soon as it hit 6.OO AM, she smirked as she heard the front door of her apartment knock lightly.
 
She went to the door and opened it, a man in a suit she was sure she had been introduced too before stood there. He passed her the tickets without a word, and then giving her an envelope that she wasn’t expecting. Though it wasn’t a surprise that she got something she wasn’t expecting, so she took it and nodded, closing the door and opening the envelope.
 
Inside the seemingly very padded envelope, was money. A few thousand English pounds, to possibly just get her by at the time she spent in England before boarding the plane. She nodded to herself softly, it would do for the time being.
 
Next she snapped on the lamp beside her, looking at her plane tickets. Even she was mildly curious of where she was going. The tickets as usual were first class, she had her own cubby to herself, and personal stewardess whilst flying. That was she was pleased again to receive, but the only thing that bothered her was, where she was going to in her first class seats.
 
Huntington Beach, Orange County, California, USA.
 
She scoffed to herself, in no way possibly anyone important was there in Orange County. Maybe it was just a snitch that needed to be dealt with, of course she didn’t mind that sort of job, it was just they were too short in time to do it in.
 
Sighing deeply, she found her handbag and put the stuff she needed inside it. Finishing her coffee and toast before finding her car keys. She found it easier to think if it was a short job, just to get it over and done with as soon as possible.
 
*
 
She sat in her little cubby seat on the quiet first class section of the plane. She rested her head against the headrest and sighed deeply, she was starting to feel some sort of exhaustion. Though she knew in her Insomnia type state of mind, she wouldn’t get much sleep on this plane. She closed her eyes for a few moments, regaining some human strength of sorts before opening them again.
 
She watched the outside view that was clouds and sky, letting a ghost like smile cross her lips to familiar outlook to this view. She must have been on hundred of flights, all of which still make her to this day feel at home. Flying in a plane over the years has become something she enjoyed. Though it was a part of her job, she still very much enjoyed her travelling that came along with it. Many after a while would lose pleasure in it, but she still got the slight twang of adrenaline that rushed through her.
 
Looking away from the view, she looked towards the isle of the plane. A couple, obviously a honeymoon couple, were happily making out together in their middle row seats. She winced lightly and tried to look away, though it was one of the hardest things to do. Seeing people happy like that always brought back memories, memories she would much rather never have again. She closed her eyes peacefully, trying to block away the memories, but failed. Soon enough the images of the memories she had turned into a replay of what happened those years ago.
 
“You know you’re very beautiful,” he purred into her ear, spinning her around on the dance floor professionally. He pulled her into him and purred again, “I bet your body is even more beautiful with those pretty clothes off,” he breathed. “Am I right Nikita?”
 
She nibbled her lip, she was innocent, and she’d never had sex before. And here she is, getting hit on with the intention of sex after it. She gulped and turned to him slowly, her eyes hopefully telling him that she was nervous about this possibility. He caught on quickly, and she was silently thankful that he did. He nodded lightly and said to her over the music, “Don’t worry Nikita, I will be gentle... at first.” He nodded in consideration, “but tell me beautiful, do you know what a man looks like underneath their clothing?”
 
“Yes,” she whispered. Her throat catching, making her sound like she was choking on something. She whimpered lightly and said shakily, “I’ve had one boyfriend once... he showed me how to- err- pleasure him.”
 
“Good,” he played his smile on his lips. “Come with me.”
 
Her eyes widened once she’d opened them, realizing someone had been shaking her and calling her ‘miss’ for a while now. She looked at the young woman in front of her; she realized it was her personal stewardess so she smiled kindly. “Sorry I was miles away.” She said calmly, “What was it you were saying...” she trailed and looked at her name badge. “Samantha?”
 
Samantha smiled fully towards her; she obviously didn’t mind Nikita’s slight absence through her daydream. Probably for the reason she probably had many of her own. She said in a very professional but calm, and American voice, “Well ma’am as your stewardess, I was just wondering if you needed anything? Like maybe some Champagne, complimentary of course.” Her award winning smile never faltered.
 
Nikita considered it, and nodded with another ghost like smile. “That would be lovely, thank you Samantha. If you could though- bring the bottle, I think I might need it.” She said gesturing to the still, heavily making out couple in the middle isle.
 
Samantha giggled and nodded, “Of course ma’am.” She wondered off behind the curtain, closing it behind her.
 
Nikita sighed deeply, yet again closing her eyes and frowning at the honeymoon couple. Couldn’t they keep it down until they get to their hotel room? Not that she would usually mind such play in front her, but since she was rather exhausted, and not so sure what to expect in Orange County, she really wasn’t in the mood.
 
Samantha came back with a bucket of ice that had the champagne bottle inside; she gave Nikita the glass and poured the golden liquid inside. Smiling and said to Nikita, “I hope you enjoy ma’am, call me if you need anything else.”
 
“Of course,” Nikita said.
 
Once she left, Nikita drank her champagne in one huge swallow. Sighing deeply, she poured another glass out quickly. Drinking it just as quick, she was thankful she could handle a lot of alcohol in her system. She was much used to it with her past, she drank most days, and on the job she was on she usually found herself having to drink. So downing two glasses of champagne and on her way of a third, wasn’t causing much effect as she would have like too.
 
Once she’d swallowed the third glass with ease, she yet again poured more. Turning quickly annoyed by how quick the substance of alcohol was going.
 
She sighed in an annoyed manner, deciding to slow down on the alcohol. No matter how annoying the seeming happy couple in the middle isle were, she shouldn’t consume such amounts of alcohol on a plane, and also when she was on her way to a mission. She sighed no very bored in the manner of waiting on a plane; she looked back out of the window, deciding whether to ask for some headphones. They were playing a movie right now, Scream, was just starting on the screen in front of her.
 
She decided to watch the film, knowing that the time would seemingly pass by quicker if she did. She looked around the first class cabin, spotting Samantha and motioning her to come over. She nodded and came over with the trolley she was pushing, smiling her smile down to Nikita with no intention of it withering. “Yes ma’am?”
 
“I was wondering if I could have some headphones? I would like to watch the movie.” She asked kindly and softly to Samantha’s award winning smile.
 
“Of course ma’am!” she grinned wider, were it possible, and handed Nikita the headphones. “Need anything else ma’am?”
 
Nikita smile deciding to treat herself a little. She needed it. “Another bottle please, I will of course pay.” She got out a few notes, giving them to Samantha. She nodded and smiled back to her, and walked back behind the curtain.
 
Nikita sighed, putting in the headphones and clicking the station to watch the movie. She watched a long, smiling and thanking Samantha when she came back with more champagne. She drank the rest of the other bottle, and started on the second one. She soon got bored of the movie she had seen many times before, closing her eyes and hoping to get some of cat nap. Though it didn’t come.
 
It might have been the alcohol affecting her brain, or it might have been because she couldn’t control her memories as much anymore. But as soon as she closed her eyes, memories started flooding into her mind, flickering through the night she’d spent with that man. The tenderness he had shown her, teasing her with his mouth and fingers, entering her. She remembered suddenly the pain, her first time ever with a man hurt like hell, though she remembered he was gentle at first. And then he picked up the pace, becoming harder with his movements. Hitting her G-spot, making her come, and making her scream his name. Though she wasn’t sure if his name was his real one, he didn’t tell her his real name, but at the time she could honestly say she didn’t care.
 
And then, the memories of the aftermath.
 
“That was pretty awesome,” he breathed heavily and groaned. “You’re so tight Nikita.”
 
She blushed heavily, remembering quickly that they had just had their second time just half an hour after her first. She was now sore, aching in her thighs and her lower back. Was it worth it? She thought, waiting all this time? She mentally nodded to herself and smiled, yes it was, most defiantly worth it.
 
She turned to him, “I better go.” She said breathlessly, “I need to get back to work soon.”
 
He smirked to himself and nodded, “so do I, though my works not so far away.”
 
“Really?” she questioned softly, nodding softly to herself. “Lucky you.” She slowly got up, wincing at the shooting sore pain that went through her core.
 
He chuckled darkly, “yeah, my job isn’t too far away.” He said while watching her slowly change into her clothing. She smiled and nodded towards him, looking into the mirror and sighing deeply. Her eyes were bloodshot, her head was muggy, her hair was out in different directions, and her cheeks were in a blush. She look truly and utterly laid, and she loved every moment of it.
 
She bent down, now fully clothed, and picked up handbag. “Thank you,” she told him. “I had a good night.”
 
“Yes, so did I.” He smirked amused.
 
She raised a brow, “Is something funny?”
 
“No. Not at all Nikita.” A smile that was almost daunting was still on his lips; she frowned towards him and spotted it then.
 
He was sitting up on the bed, and holding between both of his hands between his knees was a gun. She widened her eyes, realizing she had been found out. She pulled out her own gun, taking the safety latch off.
 
“Gates,” she smirked. “Good to see you aren’t stupid after all.”
 
He chuckled lightly, standing up. “Oh sweetie, I’m in no way stupid.” He growled, “If you give in, I’ll make it quick.”
 
“If you give in... oh wait... No I will still make it painful for you.” She sneered, “Thanks for taking my virginity by the way, been meaning to do that for a while now.”
 
“Too busy?” he cackled, “working too hard haven’t you, using your hands a lot though I bet.”
 
“As you can see, I got by long enough without your help.” She winked, “now, let me kill you now and I get to go home by tomorrow morning, and have a nice time in a soaking bath to myself.” She said in a sugar sweet tone, her eyes shining at him with her sneering remark.
 
He laughed loudly, “Nikita, I will kill you before you even pull that trigger.”
 
She laughed loudly right back at you, “Like to see you try.”
 
He narrowed his eyes, “You’re not making this easy Nikita.”
 
She cackled herself, not saying anything as she moved quickly. She kicked her leg upwards, kicking his gun out of his hand. Then using the handle of the gun, she hit him over his head. He grunted falling to the floor, grabbing for her ankle and latching on. She hissed and fell to the floor, punching him in the jaw and kicking away from him. Rolling backwards and standing up before kicking him square into the nose, he fell back and coughed. She grabbed her gun again and aimed at his head, “Gates.” She breathed, “It’s been fun, and you sure made me earn this...” she sneered, “Sweetie.”
 
Just at that moment, he kicked at her legs, causing her to jolt downwards. Shooting into his chest, he gasped loudly. She growled, and heard voices outside. “Damn it Gates!” she hissed loudly, and breathed heavily. Seeing that the shot had caused him heavy bleeding, she growled happily and muttered. “See you in hell,” she smirked towards him. Grabbing her bag quickly and made it for the window, opening it and looking behind her. Just as the door opened, she had gotten away without anyone seeing her.
 
“Ma’am?” Samantha whispered, “Ma’am?”
 
“Mmm?” Nikita woke up suddenly, surprised that she’d fallen asleep.
 
Samantha smiled kindly, “Ma’am we’re here, at Orange County’s John Wayne airport ma’am.”
 
“Ah,” she said with a smile. “I must have fallen asleep, thank you Samantha.” She stood up slowly and smiled again, “You’ve been amazing.”
 
“Oh!” she grinned, “Thank you!”
 
Nikita gave her a few hundred, “for your help,” she said happily, the girl deserved it. “Hope you spend it well,” she put on her leather jacket. “Goodbye.”
 
“Have a nice holiday!” Samantha squeaked happily.
 
Nikita smiled to herself, not saying anything as she left the plane. Going through the airport, grabbing her bag and going through the security and customs. She soon realized she needed to get to her accommodations, and have a nice soak in the bath. Her heels now bothering her slightly after wearing her none stop for nine hours, and standing around in them for two extra hours whilst getting everything sorted in the airport. She was feeling suddenly exhausted, she needed to sleep before going on the job properly.
 
She walked through the airport, seeing people behind the railing of the gate opening with signs. She looked for her name, seeing it quickly. A young man, probably actually no younger than herself, holding a sign with her name on it. She gave him a ghost like smile, muttering softly. “Ilejay?”
 
He nodded towards her, “Nikita?” he asked back.
 
She nodded and said, “Nice to meet you.”
 
“And you,” he said casually. “Want to get going? Oh, please let me take your bags.” He smiled a dimpled smile, which of course gave him a sudden type of allure.
 
She nodded, giving him another unsure ghost like smile. “Of course,” she said.
 
He chuckled lightly, leading her through the airport. He didn’t say anything else until they got outside, the sunlight that Orange County held was a sudden surprise to her. Squinting she put on her sunglasses, Ilejay chuckled lightly. “Not used to sun in England?”
 
“Not practically, though I do like the rain. It’s refreshing.” She stated.
 
He raised a brow, “Ah, well you won’t get much over here. The rain that is,” he chuckled gesturing towards a black Hummer. “This way,” he said.
 
They got the Hummer; he opened the passenger door for her. Of course the opposite side to what she was used too; she got inside and sat down. Buckling herself in, she waited for Ilejay to put the suitcase into the boot of the car. She nodded towards him when he got into the driver seat, “So,” he began. “Sid informed me that you will not have a gun with you, because of the airports security.” He said, “Here.” He gave her a shiny black gun that she smiled towards, he smirked, “It’ll do till we get to the accommodations. Just encase of course.” He said casually.
 
She checked the bullets, and nodded when she saw they were all full. She said to him, “So Ilejay are you going to tell me your real name?”
 
He chuckled, “Since I am meant to trust you, well, my name is Arin.” He said, “And your full name?”
 
“No one knows,” she said calmly. “I don’t tell anyone, sorry.”
 
“Fair doo’s,” he chuckled, “Let’s get going.”
 
She nodded steadily, “yes. Let’s.”
 
He started the car, and started to drive.

Notes

Okay so thanks to Mibba, I have no created an account here :3
Enemies is on Mibba also, same name, same plot. under the same authors name. 
if you prefer Mibba layout, go there :3
I don't know if you comment on here, or do anything like you do on mibba... but if you can, do all that for me???