Smokin' Aces - Assassins Ball

"Fuck!" Lazlo Soot swore coming back from the bunkers makeshift kitchen, a bucket of boiled wax in his hands.

"You were too late Soot you Scottish bastard, it's already 3:01." Teague said kneeling down and searching the targets pockets, pulling out a cell-phone and dialing the head-hunters number. Ariella kept her gun trained on Soot as he paced around angrily.

"Done?" the voice over the phone asked.

"Yeh," Teague muttered, checking the body for anything like a trap.

"Account number?"

"Half to 365985562001, and half to..." he looked at Ariella for her number but she just shook her head. "Uh, never mind that, all to my account." the head-hunter hung up and Teague turned to Ariella, "Really?"

"Oh don't think you get to keep it Fin, this just gives me a reason to hunt you down more often." She winked at him and the seductive coyness was back.

"Soot, get outta here." Teague muttered, dragging his hand up Ariella's leg as he stood, Ariella training her gun on the other assassin until he had left.

"So are you going to try and change me now or later?"

"I'll work on making you relax a little later," she said kicking off her heels and stepping over the target into a pool of blood, to press her body against his. She began undoing the buttons to his shirt with her bottom lip between her teeth, gauging his reaction, "But I have something we could do now..."

"Ah love, I think this is the best job I've ever had..."