~Matt's POV
Saying the view of the City from the penthouse is breathtaking, would have been a grand uncalled for understatement. I watched as the shimmering sun ahead emitted a dull sense of laziness whilst retreating begrudgingly behind the skyscrapers that reached out into the bloody horizon. For me, sunsets have always been a prelude to dawn, something that simply must happen in order to witness another glorious symphony of a breaking dawn.
For anything to truly begin another sadly must end.
I swirled the young red contents of my wine glass, letting the perfectly balanced aroma hit my nostrils before bringing the wine to my mouth to savour the layers of flavour that engulfed my tastebuds.
'Now this... This is what life is all about - living in the moment.'
From a side eye view, I could tell Diana was looking at me via the mounted mirror on the wall as she put on the finishing strokes of her make-up. It was either that or she too was looking at the sunset, which I highly doubted. She didn't seem like one to take a breather to simply live in the moment; admire the ever radiant ball of fire in the sky. So yeah, she was definitely looking at me.
The grandfather clock in the adjacent room chimed.
It was exactly 2000HRS.
A signal to us- The beginning of another work day.
I turned to look at Diana's intriguing green eyes, 'damn! she has her mother's eyes.'
She broke the gaze and shot into action unpacking all the tools we'd need from the hidden compartments and vaults within the tastefully furnished suite in a matter of minutes.We both knew what had to be done.
And it had to be done fast.
Direct orders from the HIGH TABLE were non-negotiable and once given were inexorable.
The mark was Miguelo, one of the youngest and richest tycoons of his time, just barely past his late 20s. He had a score of business enterprises and had even on occasion dabbled in acting and modelling becoming one of America's most overwhelmingly desired men. His charming smile, alluring demenure, built physique and thick pockets didn't hurt his chances either. Underneath his gallant veneer however, lay a ruthless drug lord running one of the largest drug empires in the south.
"He's at his favourite club, Lé Bosquet" Diana supplied as she read the coordinates that had been beeped to her via the high end chaste wrist-watch that all agents were equipped that leened more than anything into being passive as to ceaselessly blend in as a normal one.
"Ready?" She implored whilst concurrently strapping 2 stilletto daggers to her thigh straps.
"Ready." I replied dryly fixing a garrote wire into my coat seams. I hated the thing; it was more messy when it actually came down to it but hey it was always better to be prepared.
Barely 5 minutes later, the elevator doors pinged open, revealing the vast array of parked powerful machines. She adjusted her stunning russet dress beside me as she produced the keys to the Porsche. She was dressed to kill (in both aspects) and so was I,in my simple yet elegant tux that harbered more tools than I felt safe.
"You're driving."
