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Dec 01, 2017 10:37AM
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No problem. Yeah can you put yours up first?
Well sure! :))But I am heading to bed now! :( sorry! I will do it tomorrow!
Name : Natasha SavoyAge : 22
Appearance :
F.C: Barbara Palvin
Name: Clark ArmentroutAge: 25
Appearance:
F.C: Nick Bateman
Awesome!! Want to start? Maybe she enters a building to steal a chip and he catches her or something?
Can you that way I know what she's doing for when he catches her.
((Sure!))Parking the black SUV one block away from the huge glass building, Natasha started making her way towards it, under the dark sky, the moon giving a faint pale light on the narrow alley. She was wearing black jeans, black top and over it a black leather jacket zipped up to the neck. It was a cold night, after all. Her hair was tied in a bun and over her face was a black balaclava. In a very stealthy way, she shot the guard in the head and grabbed the keys, hanging from the belt of the dead body. Opening the gate, she started making her way into the lobby. The first thing she did was to break the CCTV camera by shooting it before making her way up the stairs, quickly and very carefully. She didn't wanted to get caught as she knew if she got caught, she would be killed.
Clark groaned softly as he stood up from his desk. He was pouring over the new case file he had been handed. He glanced around the empty office and shook his head. He should have left hours ago, but he wanted to get a jump start on this new mission. He heard something strange and went to investigate. He walked into the surveillance room and found one of the cameras had gone black. He grabbed his gun and went to check it out. He holstered his gun and went to check the camera. He found the camera broken and knew that someone was here, someone that was not supposed to be here. He withdrew his gun and held it out in front of him as he continued on his way.
Natasha walked up the stairs before stepping into the 3rd floor corridor. It was a long and dark corridor but she could see the tiny red light of the CCTV camera. She broke it before starting to make her way in. Her heart raced inside her chest as she walked towards the room with a thick steel door. There were times she turned to check if someone was following her but it seemed like she was alone in the building, having no idea someone was out there searching for her. There was no guard near the door but there was the password panel that she to fill to get in.
Clark heard the sound again, he finally realized that what he had heard was the sound of the camera being broken. He peeked around the corner at the 3rd corridor and saw a unknown person at the vault. He looked down to his gun and shook his head. The damn guards were such idiots. He told the boss that and yet did she believe him? No. He quickly and quietly ran up behind the person and put the gun to their head. "Don't move. I will shoot you." He said menacingly. Before the person could do anything to counter-react his threat he hit them in the back of the head with the butt of the gun as hard as he could.
Natasha had got the password from a hacker of the agency. The glowing panel showed the numbers and alphabets and she was about to type them in when she felt the cold tip of a gun against her head. She froze, her eyes wide. How could she have been so foolish!? She should have checked twice before entering the password. Now she was sure that she would be killed. It was better to be killed though than being tortured for top secret information. Before she could attack back, something hit her head hard. She let out a groan and found herself blacking out, slowly losing her senses due to the hard hit in the head.
Clark took the balaclava off of the intruders head and sighed. It was a woman. A very hot woman. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He lifted her easily and took her to a secure holding room where he placed her inside the room and secured it. The room had an entire glass wall that allowed ones to interrogate the prisoners and watch as they tortured them. He didn't particularly enjoy watching ones suffer as he tortured them, but it was just part of his job as a spy. While he waited for her to wake up he decided to clean up a bit and replace the cameras. Once he finished everything he went back to the cell and sat down peering at the woman.
When Natasha woke up, she found herself in an unknown room. Her eyes were still blurry and she rubbed her eyes to get a good vision of her surrounding. For a second, she was confused but then her mind started to process about what had happened. She had neen caught. She had failed her mission. She looked in front of her and saw a big glass wall. Behind the glass was a man sitting and watching her. A deep scowl formed on her lips and she stood up. She knew she was caught and he was letting her live so he would be able to get information from her. Banging the thick glass in vain, she shouted, "Let me go!" She kicked and punched it but it was not going to break at all.
((Loved your answer in the friend request question XD))
((I didn't really know what to put so I just put that.))Clark just watched the woman fight the glass. He shook his head, if he had put her in there it meant he knew she couldn't get out, so why would she try to break the glass? He shook his head. "I don't think so." He said evenly. He got up from his seat and walked over to the control for the room. "See, before I even think about letting you go, I need some information from you first." He looked down at the panel and tapped his fingers. "This panel controls that room you're currently in. It's very advanced, and I don't know all the technological crap that went into building this. But it is great for torturing people to get the information we want. However..." he walked away from the panel and once again sat down. "I don't have to torture you if you just want to tell what I want to know."
((It was so funny XD))Natasha frowned as the man explained everything about the room and how it was useful for torturing people with those panels. She knew banging those glasses would be in vain. She would just get herself exhausted. A look of amusement spread on her face when he told her how she could just escape from torture if she just revealed the information he needed. Sitting on a chair in the room, she gave out a cold and humourless laugh. "Do you really think I will answer?"she asked. She was not going to reveal anything at all and besides she knew he was going to kill her at the end. "I am never going to answer!"she hissed at him, through the glass.
Clark shrugged. He knew that most likely she would refuse his offer but he always offered the easy way out. He sighed and stood back up. "You'll answer soon enough. They always do." He said and walked back to panel and opened it again. He pressed a button and then waited for her. "So the first question I have is fairly easy. What's your name? I figure it would make my job easier. I can, of course, just run your face through the system and find out who you are. But that would take up more of my time than I want. So..." He raised an eyebrow at her.
Natasha glared at him when he said how everyone answered after getting tortured. "I am not everyone."she pointed out, folding her arms defensively at him. She had always been very stubborn so it might be hard to get an answer out from her mouth. She smirked when he asked her name. Very casually, she leant back against the chair and crossed he legs. "I am not answerable to you."she just said, and turn to look at her nails, even though he had just asked her name.
Clark shook his head. This woman was stubborn and brave. He actually found it quite admirable and desirable. He shook his head again. What the hell was he thinking? This woman was sent to steal from their vault, she was not admirable or desirable. "Alright then. Let's see what I can find out." He turned to a wall and tapped on it. "Scan her face and show me the results." He commanded to computer.
Natasha sighed and frowned when he commanded the computer to scan her face. For a second, she looked at him before looking down at the white floor of the room. He was attractive and handsome....wait what was she even thinking? He was going to torture her and kill her! She couldn't have these thoughts about her would be torturer. "Do whatever you want to. I don't care."she muttured, running hand through her hair.
Clark nodded. "Sure you do. All human being have a desire to live and to not be tortured. Some are weak-willed and some are survivors. I have a feeling you are the latter, like me. So, perhaps if I shared my name you will share yours with me. Unless you would just like the computer to do the honors. My name is Clark." He said looking over at her.
Natasha tilted her head and looked at him with amusement when he started to speak about human psychology which she found kind of boring. "I don't really care about what you do or not. You are not getting the information from me."she said, her voice firm. She just shrugged when he introduced himself. "Clark...well let's be fair. I am Natasha."she spoke and she knew that was the only thing she would ever say about herself to him. She was not going to be swayed at all to reveal anything.
Clark nodded. "Well, I'd say it's nice to meet you, but considering the circumstances." He shrugged. "So Natasha..." he sat down in the seat once again. "Can you at least tell me what you trying to accomplish by getting into our vault? You do realize you would've had to have a finger print to get into any of the files right?" He asked her with raised eyebrows. "
Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed. "Do you really think I am going to answer you?"she asked, instead of replying. How she wished she had got her hands in those files! She would have been back to the headquarters by now. Little did they know that they had someone who used to work here just a month ago and he had offered help as his finger print was also recorded. She knew if she revealed the identity, the man would be killed which would destroy the whole purpose of the mission.
Clark shook his head. "Nah, I figured you probably knew. I mean you knew when to hit, where to hit and you knew right where the vault was. The only thing I don't know is how." He leaned back in the chair and looked at her. "The most logical reason is we have mole in our agency who told you all of this. But I'm not even going to ask for his name." He watched her reaction to what he was saying looking for any sort of clue he could find in her facial features. He prided himself on reading people.
Natasha smirked when Clark explained how he had figured out about the whole thing. He seemed to be pretty smart. Good. It would be interesting to talk to him. "Well, maybe I am just more intelligent and smarter than you. Unfortunately I got caught."she said with a shrug. She was about to frown at his suspicion of a mole but she composed herself in a fraction of seconds. She couldn't let him know about that at all. "Trust me, I don't need a mole to know about the vault."she told him with a sigh.
Clark chuckled softly. "No one knows about the vault and the security measures needed to open it unless they work here, Natasha." He told her. He saw her face when he said something about a mole and if he wasn't watching he would've missed the teeniest frown. But she controlled her facial features real well. The computer chimed and he turned to look at what the computer came up with.
Natasha rolled her eyes before chuckling as well, her eyes on him. "Well, then that's for you to find how I got to know about the vault and everything. I am not going to say more about it."she said, twirling a brown lock of hair with her finger. Her facial features showed that she was totally relaxed but inside, fear killed her from inside. She needed to escape any how. There was no way, she could stay trapped here. When the computer chimed, she turned her attention to it. She wondered what information it could even provide about her.
Clark read the information. "Well, Natasha Savoy, age 22. Apparently you are a spy for our sister corporation." He chuckled. "You know, I never understood why they called your agency our sister corporation since we are always at odds." He shrugged and continued to read on. "Wow, your profile is impressive, Natasha. Mine, of course, is much more impressive, not that you'll ever see it though." He said.
Natasha actually chuckled as he read her bio. "Yes, that's me."she said with a smirk and raised her hand mid air before placing it back on her lap. "It is ironic that they call that. After all both the corporations are always after each other."she agreed. The two corporations were once founded by the same person years back before it separated into two branches and were always after each other for more power in the market. "Why not? If I get to escape, I can surely find a way to check your so called impressive profile."she smirked, looking at him, determination to get out of here in her eyes.
Clark smirked. "If you want to see my profile that badly all you have to do is ask nicely and I'll give a careful consideration." He said with a smirk of his own. "So what information are you willing to give me?" he asked her. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows at her in question. "Surely, you can give me something of use. Especially before you try, and the operative word being try, to escape, you can give me something to go on. Perhaps give up the mole or tell me what you were looking for in our vault." He narrowed his eyes at her watching her every move and facial features.
Natasha smirked back. "I will never be nice to you. Not in a hundred years."she said and raised both of her eyebrows. She didn't even feel like being nice to him. How could she? He was her captor....well an attractive captor though. She narrowed her eyes back at him in the same way. "Nah, that is something I am not going to reveal at all. I would rather die than reveal that top secret information."she replied. It was true. If she revealed anyhow, her agency would target her and her family and she couldn't lose her father and sister after her mum died in that mysterious plane crash. She would rather end her life than let them die.
Clark shrugged. "It wouldn't hurt to be nice to me, Natasha. I haven't tortured you yet, have I?" He asked her with raised eyebrows. He glanced at his watch and sighed softly. It was really late but he couldn't go home since Natasha was here and no one was coming into the office till Monday. He stood up and paced the floor pondering what he should do. He could leave her here and come back for her in the morning, but he felt bad doing that, even if he was the one who put her in that sealed room in the first place.
Natasha sighed and smirked. "Why should I be nice to you? You captured me here and now keeping me in this torture cell."she said. She wondered if he would really torture her. She wanted to go back but there was the guilt of failing the mission. Surely, her boss wouldn't be pleased at all and she would need some cover up that she was not actually captured. She watched him pace and sighed, feeling a bit tired. "Thinking about what kind of torture you would like to inflict on me?"she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Clark glanced over at her and shook his head. "No. If you must know what I'm thinking, I'm wondering if I should leave you alone till the morning. There's no one here to watch over you since you killed the guards, and no one else is coming till Monday, which I'm guessing you know since you decided to break in tonight." He sighed once more. "I might have captured you and placed you in that room, but despite what you or anyone else may think, I'm not a complete monster."
Natasha smirked and walked over to where the glass wall was. She tilted her head to the side and watched him. "Let me go. You will find no use in keeping me here. I am not going to tell you anything."she said with a chuckle. She needed to get out of here before it was morning. The mission was already a fail but she needed to report that and make up a story about how it failed. She looked at him and sniffed in amusement when he told her how he was not a complete monster. "You just revealed your weakness, honey."she commented and winked.
Clark scowled. "I have no weaknesses, Natasha. I might not be a monster but push me and I can be." He said menacingly. "And I'm not setting you free. I need information from you and I am not afraid to torture you for it." He said facing her. He rolled his eyes. "I'll get the information from you tomorrow since I need sleep. And since I can't leave you alone, I will just have to sleep here." He left the room to look for a cot or something he could use as a bed. He did finally find a cot and brought it back to the room where she was being held.
Natasha smirked. "Show me that monster then. I think I can fight it."she said, her voice as if taunting him. She wondered to how much extent he would go to get the information from her. Would he really torture her? "Do whatever! I don't care!"she told him, very casually and shrugged but she couldn't help herself from thinking about the horrors he might have for her. She shook her head and gave him a big scowl when he said that she would need to sleep here. "No! I want to sleep in my bed! Not here!"she spoke out loud, like a very stubborn child.
Clark didn't reply to Natasha as he set up his cot. He felt the same way though. He wanted to be able to sleep in his own bed as well, not on this worthless cot. He laid down and closed his eyes ignoring her. "Go to sleep, Natasha." He said. He then turned his back to her and fell asleep.
Natasha frowned and watched him set up a stupid cot for himself. "Oh, c'mon, I can't sleep here."she said. When he turned away, she stood up, near the glass wall. If he was going to make her stay, she was going to turn his days and nights to hell. "Uugh, let me go...or wake up!"she shouted loudly, trying to not let him sleep at all.
((You know she's still in the room with the glass while he's on the other side of the glass.))
((Oh, my bad! I am editing it! Sorry!))
Clark heard her and rolled his eyes. He flipped her the bird and then fell back to sleep. He had slept in louder conditions than her shouting. He probably could sleep through anything. He remembered a mission where he was India and the place he was staying at was incredibly loud all the time. But after time he got used to the noise and could sleep through it. Just like he slept through the shouting.
((I am from India XD))Natasha frowned deeply when Clark seemed not to pay any attention to her at all. It was so frustrating as she kept on banging the glass. Soon she just dropped onto the cot and curled up on it. She wanted to get out but she knew by that time he was not going to let her at all.
When it was around 2pm, Natasha woke up feeling chilly. She had fell alseep but as the night passed, she felt colder in the room. She stood up and made her way where he was sleeping. Banging the glass, she waited for him to wake up. "Clark? Wake up!"she shouted.
Clark groaned as he heard his name. "What?" He growled as he turned towards her. He opened his eyes and glared at her. "Go to sleep, it's..." he looked at his watch and groaned again. "It's 2 AM Natasha." He said looking at her with a look of exasperation. He sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Can you not give me your whole bad ass spy routine right now? I am so not up to it."
