[Song Based One Shot]

   Song: RE-BYE by AKMU (I'm well aware it's in Korean just pay attention to the music video, there's a story behind the whole thing.)

   (F/N) means full name in this one shot.

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   "You aren't supposed to be here," Garroth said, looking at his accomplice on his mission, the infamous Laurance Zvahl. He really should've paid attention to the rumors going around in the organization. Garroth only knew he was a rebellious agent when it came to it.

    Laurance shuffled his brown hair, making it look more disheveled which fit with the alias he was going under, the rich young bachelor of a billionaire at the most esteemed part of the year. It attracted ladies which would help extremely in this case while their target was a young lady, known to use men to get what she wanted.

    This time, she was targeting the celebrity of the party, Aaron Falconclaw with his date. There was another person at this party who absolutely despised him which she could easily frame him with. It seemed like more of a personal vendetta which the agents needed to know of.

    Their task was easy, exterminate her or reprimand her but what's the fun of letting her suffer in prison awaiting the death penalty when they easily could do it then? Garroth just wanted to get the mission over with and to not make her a menace to society anymore. Laurance...had different plans.

    "I could easily slip some succinylcholine into her drink and she'll be out like a light without a trace of poison in her system. No need for this," Garroth replied, gesturing to Laurance's get-up.

    "But where's the fun in that? C'mon, I heard our target was hot. Anyways, the boss wanted me to come in as a sort of initiation."

    Garroth looked at him, disgusted. "Do you have no dignity? She's a menace to society and all you can think about how attractive our target is?"

    "Have you even seen our target?"

    "Of course not, I just know about her from her profile that was written on paper. I don't go stalking her on the Internet like you have seemed to done," Garroth scoffed as Laurance took out his phone to a picture of their target.

    Garroth stood there dumbfounded. Then, he shook his head. "She has a filter on her picture. There's something called Photo Shop, you know?"

    "Suit yourself, I'm sure (F/N) is going to be hot. Now, Agent Ro'meave, I think we have something to do now."

    A couple hours later, you walked into the hotel where they were hosting the event. You had made sure you were prepped for this event.

   Gloves, check.

   Outfit that would make all the bachelors swoon, check.

   High heels for self defense, check.

   Gun strapped to your leg, check.

   Sharp fake nails for self defense, check.

    Pepper spray for good measure, check.

    Succinylcholine, check.

    Your hot self, check.

    You especially made that last check mark show when you glanced at yourself in the mirror with your red dress that hugged your body a little too tightly sometimes but it was all part of your character to truly make your ex-husband suffer. No death was too good for him because death was just a passing moment. Anyways, you weren't particularly fond of Aaron Falconclaw either.

    In your white gloved hand, you took a piece of your curled (H/C) hair out of your face, attaching it back to your curled hairstyle. It was also getting into your dark red lipstick, you would fix that later.

    Suddenly, you came to the door of the ballroom that held the big event. The bouncer looked at you suspiciously which you greeted with a smile with an invitation saying your name was Azura Brighton. Of course that wasn't your real name and who was to say that tonight would be your first kill. What you did? Let's just say, Azura had a nice rest.

     The bouncer nodded at you, allowing you to go into the golden ballroom where a plethora of people dancing and conversing. You slipped into the crowd, trying not to attract any attention to yourself. All you needed to do was find your target, try to get him away from his date, and exterminate him near your ex-husband.

     Just a regular Friday night for you.

     Little did you know, while you were targeting the 'Falcon,' someone was targeting you as well.

     Laurance had a drink in his hand, all James Bond style. He was flirting as a passing regard to any young lady that came his way. They seemed to be delighted by this, maybe because of the money he seemed to have.

     "Stop flirting, you dim," Garroth scolded through the earpiece he had on hand, "Our target just walked in so if you need to flirt, do it now. Geez...she looks just like her pictures."

     "Well, crap. I've got to see this hottie," Laurance said, leaving his drink on a waiter's tray. He adjusted the collar of his white button-up shirt. As he walked through the crowd, winking at a group of ladies who seemed to be interested in him, he looked for the girl with the face he had stared at earlier.

     "She's on the deck on the second floor," Garroth filled in, "Alone. Work your magic to bring her downstairs. She's the one wearing the red mermaid dress. Her bag is a green one to compliment her dress."

     Laurance scanned the deck, circling the whole room. He tried to pinpoint the girl in the description and with his peripheral vision found her at the right of the room, looking like she was looking for something. Laurance knew exactly who she was looking for.

     He headed up the stairs, walking up slowly around the deck to act nonchalant. Laurance walked up to his target who had her red lips pursed, looking around. "Well, hello gorgeous."

     The woman stopped looking, attempting to put a smile on her face. "Hello, sir."

     "Eli Carstairs," Laurance introduced himself, using his fake name to his target. "Who is the lady that has spiked my interest?"

      "Azura Brighton," the woman bantered back, using her own alias against Laurance's, "You know sir, you shouldn't go flirting with women if you don't know if they have a date or not."

      "Well a woman like you should have a date but by the way you were looking off into the distance..."

      "Well, you've caught me, copper," she joked around, making eye contact with Laurance, leaving him quite mesmerized by the woman's looks. He couldn't afford to show any real attraction but he kept his gaze still.

      "Miss Brighton, I think I'm going to have arrest for taking those stars from the sky and placing them into your beautiful (E/C) eyes," Laurance charmed, making the woman a bit flustered. Then, he made a bold move and pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Shall we take this to the balcony, ma'm?"

       "I think of no other way," she said as Laurance unraveled his self from her as she grabbed his hand, leading him to the balcony, smiling.

       You lead the brunette to the balcony, Eli something. You knew it wasn't his real name, the way he approached you was something out of a movie. The way his confidence shined off of him was one of an agent on a mission. Anyways, you saw his gun strapped to his arm.

       It wasn't fun to walk in high heels but you managed. The two of you walked out onto the balcony located in the secluded part of the deck. You both knew no one was going to find you two and neither of you wanted to.

       Well this was going to be fun.

        You took the gun out of the strap against your leg as 'Eli' was closing the door to the balcony. Hiding the gun behind your back, leaving your other gloved hand available. You walked up to him, placing your left hand on his chest.

         "Eli, you know I have a thing for brunettes," you said, letting you advert your face from him then looked back up at him with your gun to his chest, "Especially agents who want to kill me."

         The man put his hands up into the air making you not notice that his foot hit the heel of your shoe making you fall over, shooting the gun into the air. You knew you only loaded that gun with one bullet because the gun was the last resort to everything. Discarding the useless gun off the balcony, you realized that the man across from you had not pulled out his gun.

         Cursing, you took off your heels as he charged up to you, knowing that his gun was his own last resort. You stuck one heel to his gut and the other one collided with his forearm as he blocked. He made an oomph sound, making you push him to the railing.

          The man charged once more at you but this time, you were prepared. You sidestepped, making him turn towards you with you taking this opportunity to pin him back with your shoes. When you pinned him back, you jabbed the heels into the space separating the jacket from his skin.

           He slid slightly down the wall, snarling at you. Daintly, you took the gun out of his hand. With a smile, you caressed the firearm, teasing him as he fought against your high heels. You took the gun in your hands, aiming at his head with your finger already on the trigger. But, at the last moment, you thought of something, you let the bullet puncture his arm.

            "You are really lucky, you're cute," you looking at his magazine, there were no bullets left. The agents seemed to have the same strategy as you. You kept this gun with you, you know where there was one agent there was another. All you needed to do was find the next one.

            You placed your gloved hand a millimeter away your red lips, blowing him a kiss before you bounded downstairs with your gun strapped to your ankle.

            You didn't hear Laurance as he rested his ear to his shoulder, contacting Garroth.

            "The target is going after you. She's got me pinned upstairs with an injured shoulder. Watch out for (F/N)."

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A/N - The only reason this is a two-parter is because it would be too long and bore you if it was in one part. Anyways, I won't have to think of anything else to do next week. I thought it was time to go back to something else than headcanons. But headcanons are also very great. So, anyways, I hoped you all enjoyed! I love you all! Buh-bye!

-ML