forum An Ulterior Motive // One-On-One // PRIVATE

Started March 26, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Find anything?" He whispered quietly to her, heeding a sharp eye on the door for anyone that might come in or close the door on them.

"Not yet. But there's got to be some sort of trigger book or something," She replied softly, inspecting and moving stuff.

He nodded and continued keeping watch and looking around, the knife loosely held in his hand.

She pulled on a book, and a door clicked and unlocked, opening. "Oh, that's so cliche," She laughed softly.

"What do you expect from someone who is kidnapping people?" He shrugged and headed to the secret door, glancing at her.

"I don't know, maybe something more complex. I was kinda hoping it might've been, but no such luck. Ah well."

(hey, so I know this is possibly a personal question… But do you have instagram?
We've been rping with each other for a while, and I think it'd be nice to know you better… And that's kinda hard on notebook

It would be a mutual thing: I'll five you mine if I give you yours
And trust me, I'm really safe online (my mum would literally kill me if I wasn't))

(Sorry, I don't have any social media…my mom won't let me have anything like that at the moment, If I do get it though I'd love to :) )

He nodded, "I suppose it is a little cheesy, using a book as an enerance, bt it's so stupid and obvious that why wouldn't you use it."

(oh that sucks
I only got it like two years ago, and only facebook
I didn't actually have permission and my mum found out because my uncle accidentally spilled, but as long as I'm safe on it she's fine)

"Why would you? If you're running a high classification company or assignment, you want something that's harder to access. You know how many safety precautions the agency has to get into the actual headquarters."

He shrugged again, "Think about it. That's what everyone is going to be expecting, so if you do something simple like that then people will be confused on how to get in. There might be more security in here, I don't know."

"I hope there is," She replied, cracking her knuckles. "My muscles have been aching for a good fight for a while. Training in headquarters doesn't cut it, you know? Especially when I'm in my lab all day."

"I get what you're saying there," Sylas nodded and rolled his neck, heading into the new area, "Let's just figure out who's here or not here."

Mickey looked around the corner for a split second and then came back, thrilled. She grabbed something out of her purse and then placed it on her chest, pressing the button. In a split second, her Indian dress up was replaced with an easier to manoeuver mission suit.

"Ready to go?" He asked, heading into the room and straightening out his suit.

She looked at him as if it was a stupid question. "Of course I'm ready. I'm always ready for a good fight."

He nodded, "Then let's get going." He didn't bother changing into a different suit, he could move just as easily in this one.

Mickey made sure that her headdress was still fixed on tightly, then walked out, ready for a good fight.

Sylas followed her out, a small smile tugging at his lips as he twirled his knife in his hand again absentmindedly.

"Oh boys!" She called out coo-ey. Ten pairs of eyes turned to look at her. When the spotted Sylas behind her, they charged. "Time for a good fight."

"That it will be." He said, striding forward confidently and with a grin on his face. He slipped out of the way of the first guard that came to him and started attacking the second.

She did a few front hand springs, landing on a guy's neck and swinging around to pull him onto the floor in a fluid motion. Mickey might be a techie chick, but she knew how to put IP a fight.

Mickey's style of fighting was way different than Sylas', he slipped between people and did more kicking and slicing than she did. He didn't care if she was mad that a majority of the people who tried attacking him ended up dead, it was how he fought.

Mickey's style of fighting was fluid and more gymnastics. She knew the ways to destroy people and did it in the quickest way. One might describe her way of fighting as similar to the MCU'S Black Widow.

He took out a few more of the people and then watched her, wiping his knife off in the sleeve of his shirt, "Almost done over there Mickey? All the ones over here are dead."

Mickey looks at the men Sylas fought, bleeding on the ground, then at the ones she fought, merely unconscious. "Damn it Sylas. You know you're not supposed to kill. Now I'm got a have to fill out a form cause I was your partner."

"What did you expect," He shrugged, "I want to make sure that they aren't going to wake up and sound any alarms." He stepped over the bodies and put his knife away, straightening out his suit as he walked towards her.

"There's easier ways to do that," She groaned. "Look, when you get another inquiry about your methods, don't come to me about it. I won't help."

He shrugged again, "I don't ask for anyone's help when I get an inquiry, they haven't told me I have to stop my methods yet, and I think it's because if they do they know I'm going to quit."

"Yeah, I guess you're one of the best, but seriously. Stop killing people. I didn't get to where I am now because I killed people. And I know for a fact that you will never get past 18 if you keep killing people."

"Maybe I don't want to get past 18." He glanced at her before shaking is head, "Off of that subject, let's keep moving or we'll never figure out where they are."

"Too bad. Being a 19 is the bees knees. I'd tell you about it, but oh sorry, you're only an 18," Mickey remarked, wanting to get the last say in.