Smokin' Aces - Assassins Ball

Finbar McTeague (a.k.a. "The Surgeon") noticed he had gotten to the Jazz bar around the middle of the crew. The Crew being the other Assassins in America. The assassins he had grown up with, fought against and won with. He had heard there would be a few legends showing up tonight, but didn't count on it, the price was only a mediocre amount.

Lazlo Soot was already there, once again wearing the face of another man, he guessed one of the agents sent to protect the target by the way he kept touching his ear and speaking without moving his lips. He was sitting at a small table in the middle of the room, an odd choice Teague thought, but respected the man too much just to shoot him straight out. Maybe, he thought, he could just let Soot lead him straight to the three-million, kill him then.

Smiling at the idea he looked around for more. Teague was also surprised the Tremors weren't here yet, but knew they liked to make an explosive entry. The deadline for the assassination was at three o'clock AM, if they did turn up today, it would be with only seconds to spare.

The defense for the target didn't seem too troublesome; he had seen the snipers on the rooftop opposite of the jazz club, but to them Teague was just a suit looking for a few whiskies before bed. Also he was able to discern guns on the thighs, ankles and backs of every waiter and waitress. Sighing he sipped his drink, enjoying the music. It was going to come down to who had more bullets.

A woman was suddenly on the barstool beside him. Goddammit, how the hell had she snuck up on him? When he used his peripheral vision and saw the small red dress she was wearing he felt his heart speed up in a way a warm gun never had. Her South American accent as she flirted with the bartender had his cock twitching.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked smoothly.

"Depends on what you're offering..." the woman began but before Teague even knew what he was doing he stood up and spoke straight to the bartender, without giving the woman a glance.

"Excuse me, Dwight Gooding." He pulled out an old alias and introduced himself to the bartender handing over his card, "With White Records, I just listened to that set and thought it was amazing."

"Alright, my man!" the bartender began, "Would you like to meet the band?" McTeague agreed and left the bar with the owner leaving the woman alone. He could feel the air of surprise and upset out of her when he returned after the bar owner had started the next song. His two guns were a comfort to him as he snuck a glance at the woman as her lips wrapped around the rim of a martini glass and suddenly he was feeling very uncomfortable. He wanted to see that mouth wrapping around his cock. He decided to switch tactics.

"Too much oil." He muttered as he settled into his seat.

"Excuse me?" the woman turned to him, her smoky gaze burning over him as he tried not to breath in too much more of her scent, it was making him dizzy.

"You use too much oil," he elaborated, turning his head towards her for only a moment, but in that moment his eyes grazed over her chest and he felt as if his sight could be another set of hands, adoringly clasping and setting on the two perfect globes of her breasts. "You're wearing Carlo Quoé, which is a good fragrance for you, but it's being ruined by the oil." he left the ball in her court.

"Bravo. You're very good about the perfume, but I don't use oil on my skin."

Finally he turned on her, leaning an elbow on the bar for balance, if he had been standing he would have staggered backwards; he had not been prepared for the full on woman he was affronted with now. Her dress left nothing to the imagination, yet didn't do the body he knew was underneath the justice it deserved. Her legs went on forever and his mouth went dry thinking about where he could wrap them. He wished he had been talking about her skin though, the rough olive colouring shone just perfectly in the neon lights from behind the bar, he could see himself kissing it for hours. "I didn't mention anything about your skin." When she looked overly startled he smiled, thinking 'Ah good, another assassin'. "I think it must be on the gun you're wearing." Her startled look then turned to one of smoldering coyness, a look he hoped to see far more in the future. "I don't think tonight is going to end well for us."

"I am Ariella Martinez." she said in almost a whisper, holding her hand out to him, "And you must be The Surgeon."

"At your command," he murmured when he touched his lips to her fingertips, her taste was just as good as she looked. "McTeague is fine though."

"I'd prefer to call you Fin." Ariella spoke warmly letting her hand linger in his. Goddammit she knew how to play a guy. Teague couldn't help but play along, it was only 2am, he still had time before it was all business and she turned out to be his competitor, or even his enemy.

He knew the Martinez signature of poisoning, using natural ingredients as to not be traced, very impressive. But if she called him Fin then she must know him too, his obsession with the human brain and the psychological nature of his assassinations. Okay, so they're on the same playing field then.

He heard a shot outside. Ariella twinged too. So arrived the Tremors.

"All these gentlemen callers competing for your attention?" Teague asked with a little smile, leaning back on the bar.

"No, I like the single life." Teague knew she was lying, in the way her voice stayed monotone and how she automatically picked up her drink, he decided to let it alone.

"About this situation... you know what they say; two heads are better than one."

She cleared her throat and cut him off. "You know Surgeon, I don't need your help."

He paused and leaned in towards her, playing with a lock of her hair, "Then why haven't you killed me already?"

She leaned in too and Teague thought he might lose it, drop the fucking three-mil and take this beauty for as long as she would let him. "The night is still young." She whispered, her small hand running up his arm before playing with the collar of his suit.

The main lights began to flicker before going out completely, leaving only a few neon signs blazing. Ariella grabbed Teagues shoulder as his arm automatically wrapped around her waist. Neither of them said anything, but looked around the bar and watched everyone's reactions. The bartender automatically started trying to calm everyone down and walked behind the bar, where Teague knew there was probably more than one firearm stashed.

Soot, the earlier assassin, stood up and Teague knew it was time to act.

"Go with me on this." He winked suavely and smiled at her bewildered look. God, it was like having a virgin on her first kill.

He stood and quickly wrapped an arm around her throat, aiming a gun at her temple and drawing the attention of the entire bar.

"Everybody freeze! This woman is a wanted criminal."

"Who the fuck are you?!" the bartender yelled.

"Mike Gooding, FBI. I've been looking for this woman for three days, she's a wanted murderer. Now get Baker on the line."

When the bartender started radioing down to Baker, (the man in charge of keeping the target safe according to the file Teague had received), then looked over to Soot, who he thought was Don, IBaker's second), and asked if Teague was with the target-party.

Soot, being a fucking idiot, in Teagues opinion, just stood there like an open-mouthed little bitch, causing the bartender to curse and pull out a sawed off shotgun aiming it straight at Teague.

Now, McTeague was just a man, and having his arm around a gorgeous woman's throat and pressing her firm behind up against his hard and ready groin it was only natural for him to hesitate between throwing Ariella out of the line of fire or keeping her sexy little ass as tight to him as he could possibly get. He decided to perform the former so he could enjoy the latter later.

Seconds after he had pointed his gun back at the bartender, Ariella had taken the shotgun he had identified out of ... well he didn't know where she had hidden it in that small red dress, but he decided to find that out later too. Then there was a second gun in her hand as well, one aimed at the bartender and the other at a female waiter across the room with her gun trained on Teagues skull.

"Nice gun." she whispered, not taking her eyes off of the other two. Teague was about to say 'what' when he saw the gun she had run her tongue up the barrel of before aiming at the other woman. It was his! How the fuck had she gotten it out from the inside of his jacket?

"Tone it down sweetheart." he joked before the bartender started making useless demands, asking people to place their weapons on the ground.

Ariella smiled when Teague just laughed.

Suddenly a midget clown with explosives strapped onto him shot through the window. Goddammned Tremors.

Teague grabbed Ariella by the waist and practically threw her behind a booth, covering her body with his until the small pieces of midget stopped splattering around them.

Gunfire began ringing through the hall, Teague took his gun back from Ariella with a smile and opened fire on the servers and the bartender. While he had an almost perfect shot on Soot, it was assassin etiquette to 'save the best for last'.

Another clown came through the window. Fucking Tremors.

Ariella had been taking out as many as she could with her small shotgun and Teague could see she was about to do something, but when she stood up he was taken completely unawares. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back down behind the booth, bullets flying past their faces.

"Wait! Wait 'till it's safe!" He couldn't let this beauty get a nine millimetre to the forehead before he'd even had a taste.

"I'm not here to play it safe!" she yelled before running straight out into the fray. Teague could only watch and cover fire from behind as she stalked right up to the stage where two waiters had dug themselves in and were exchanging fire. In a millisecond they both had shurikens protruding from their main arteries and bullets to the chest.

Teague smiled when she preformed the most well known assassin move and crossed her arms to shoot in the opposite directions before rolling over a table and making her way to the stage, behind which was the elevator to the bunker below where the target was hiding. Only Teague saw the waiter hiding behind an adjacent booth stand and take aim at Ariella's back.

He took the shot but realized he was out of rounds just before the bastard had squeezed off two into Ariella. As she fell Teague started walking up the room towards the waiter, throwing his now useless gun to the side and taking out his favourite razor, only used on special occasions. This seemed like one.

Slicing the man across the abdomen, Teague made sure to move his hand away before the man's intestines burst out, then wrapped his arm around the man's neck and used him as a shield as he pulled a reserve gun from the back of his waistband, taking out the bartender in three hot shots. The waiters twitching body fell and Teague was already by Ariella's side, swiftly picking her up into his arms and taking her to the side room just as the Tremors finally appeared.

"I should have listened to you. Not my strong suit I guess." Ariella whispered as he put her down on a bench before taking off his jacket and using it to staunch the bleeding of the deeper bullet wound, one that had gone through her right side, not hitting any main organs. Thankfully both weren't fatal, but she would be in a lot of pain tonight.

"It never was." Teague muttered distractedly as he lifted her dress to get a better look at the bullet scratch on her ribs. For a moment the only thing he could comprehend was the fabric of Ariella's thong, black lace bracketing her hips perfectly, Teagues mouth watered like he had just beheld the most delicious feast. Well in a way he just had, he chuckled to himself.

"Thank you." she whispered, her hand going to his face as a small trickle of blood left the corner of her mouth. He didn't say anything as he reached up and smeared the blood away with his thumb. Even shot, bleeding and with a small piece of midget clown in her hair, she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. He started to lean towards her, intent on getting his taste now, when she stopped him with a hurried whisper. She reached up to her lip and peeled off a Skin Sin. It was a thin piece of plastic that contained veins that lead to a small pocket of poison that was meant to be contained on the inside of the mouth, the veins were designed so the poison was excreted only on one side of the plastic, and not on the side of the wearer. Again a Martinez signature, the Kiss of Death. Fuck he'd gladly die for a kiss from this woman. Thankfully he didn't have to as Ariella reached up and pulled him down to her by the back of his neck.

This goddess under him, with her blood soaking him up to his elbows, ran her tongue along his bottom lip, moaned when he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and arched her chest into his. His hands began roaming her body, careful of her wounds, he kneaded her hips, squeezed her breasts, and even had the chance to lean himself between her legs, feeling her soft, damp heat moulding over his stiff aching rod. He was positive he could have had her right there, with gunshots and gore all around and nothing would have been able to stop them.

The calls of the Tremor boys were screaming out loud and clear and getting closer by the second. Ariella broke away somehow holding the gun Teague kept between his shoulder blades, and started breathing faster, looking around worrying, trying to see where she would be safe.

"Don't worry, Daddy and Lester will be through in a second and they'll leave Baby Boy behind to guard." He had finished tying torn pieces of his jacket and shirt around her hips and waist, successfully slowing the blood-flow. "You okay to go?" He had been implying taking out Baby Boy together but when she had trouble sitting up he knew he should leave her behind but for once his knowledge wasn't influencing him.

"I think I'll let you have this one, make it fun to watch baby." she smiled as she followed along behind him. They stopped in a doorway where Teague started rolling up the wrists of his white shirt, bloodstained and ripped while making sure Ariella was securely behind him. Daddy and Lester passed them without glancing their way leaving Baby Boy to look around the dining room with a dumbass smile on his face.

"Go get him Fin," Ariella whispered against his neck as she reached around the front of him and placed his gun into the front of his belt. He groaned when she dragged her hand over his cock then slapping his ass. He began taking a miniature flash-bomb out of his pocket and pulling the pin. Then, rolling it straight between Baby Boy's feet, he started walking, straight towards the giant idiot, covering his eyes for the split second the flash would have blinded anyone else. He emptied his gun into Baby Boy, but that only seemed to make him angrier, and with a yell the goliath charged him. Teague let the blow flow through him and Baby Boy's weight to unexpectedly carry him farther than he thought. Teague slammed into the bar, but when Baby Boy stood up to carry on he felt a twinge in the back of his neck. Ariella saw perfectly clear from the other side of the room that Teague had embedded a charge in Baby Boys neck, and with perfect precision it went off, only causing Baby Boy's eyes to pop out of his skull.

"Damn, I was hoping for the whole thing to explode."

"You mean his head?" Ariella laughed, Teague just nodded and began helping Ariella down the stairs behind the stage to the bunker. "The eyeballs were a nice touch though."

Teague just shook his head and pulled her to the back, passing fallen agents and civilians, blood coated the walls and when the elevator shaft was in sight, gunfire was still ringing. Ariella kicked aside the mask of one of the men she had been shooting at in the bar, she was more disgusted than impressed. Teague looked down and saw Daddy's exposed legs, took aim and shot the old fucker in the knee. Ariella giggled when she saw Daddy had no idea where the bullet had come from an automatically assumed it was the men underneath them.

"Anyone wanna see my sisters titties?!" Lester screamed, then a loud explosion shook the foundation. How had the Tremors gotten rocket launchers?

"Okay, let's go." Teague murmured, pulling Ariella along mirroring Daddy's and Lesters descent into the basement hallway to the bunker. The Tremor boys made it to the landing and made sure the guards were dead then continued down the hallway, Teague and Ariella following close behind. Ariella's heel caught on a piece of blown up concrete and she collapsed in Teague's arms with a gasp. Teague could hear Daddy turn around, raising his gun and flicking off the safety.

"Shit." he whispered, pressing Ariella into the wall, flattening her body with his. Even when she knew there was another assassin coming towards them with an AK-47, Teague couldn't believe she started rubbing herself against him.

"Fucking sexy witch." he growled as he lowered his mouth to hers.

Daddy came around the corner, but before he could put the smallest amount of pressure on the trigger Ariella had taken Teagues razor out of it's wrist sheath and jammed it into Daddy's neck, slamming him against the corner and cracking his skull, her lips never leaving Teagues.

Daddy fell without making a noise, but Teague and Ariella wouldn't have noticed if he had gone down screaming. Apparently Lester hadn't noticed either, he was too busy missling the bunker door.

Teague pulled away and drew up his gun to take out Lester as well but Ariella pulled him back against her hard. He couldn't help but laugh as his hands ran gently down her ribs and waist while her arms and legs locked around his neck and waist.

"C'mon Surgeon, let someone else do the work for you once in a while." she began running her fingers down his neck and jaw, making him sigh.

"That's not my style love."

"Hmm, I'll have to see if I can change that." Teague hadn't forgotten she still had his razor in her hand and was starting to become antsy with the deadline coming on fast.

"Now or later?" he tested, now meant she was looking to get rid of him fast and he would have to kill her before even entering the bunker that Lester was very close to breaking into, later meant she was keen on keeping him alive, splitting the money and maybe even letting him hang around her for a while.

Yells and gunshots rang out from down the hallway and inside the bunker, making Teague and Ariella break out running towards the fray.

They arrived just to see Lester go down from a knife in his back and bullets riddling his chest. Somehow Soot had taken out Lester Tremor and the protecting the target.

The target stood with a handgun in his hands, blood splattered completely over his left side, breathing heavily and curses spewing from his mouth.

"Where's the other guy?" Ariella murmured quietly, her eyes and her gun never leaving the targets face.

"Soot!" Teague shouted, looking behind him for a quick second. "Soot, it's two against one here, c'mon out and we won't kill you outright."

"What about me?" The target sputtered, his gun arm shaking. Ariella looked at Teague who checked his watch, then nodded to her. They both leveled their guns and shot, two bullet holes, side by side, were in his forehead when he crumbled to the floor. Watching her take out the target had him hard for her in a second, especially the way she blinked when the kickback of the gun hit her, so like a first-kill virgin.

She knew the reaction she had on him and lightly ran her hand up his thigh, smiling before seeing something behind Teague and aiming her gun once more.