OOC: First post, I hope this is good enough. Warning: cheesy ending :P.

 

 

IC:

It was a cold night but that didn't seem to stop the city of love. The streets were busy as ever specially on the Left Bank, and across from Le Bon Marché and three blocks from St-Germain-des-Pres and the Luxembourg Gardens, the only historic four-stars hotel of the Left Bank was set. The Hotel Lutetia attracted business travelers, vacationers and numerous international celebrities but that night it was a man of shady background that draw the Order interest to the place.

 

The slender woman strode down the street with firm steps and the confidence of someone who knew exactly were they were going. She crossed the Boulevard Raspail and made her way to the Lutetia as if she had done that many times before. The blondish wig, green contact lenses and heavy makeup disguised her true appearance and made her look like a woman of questionable past. The low cut red dress and long high heels boots only added to the impression she was hoping to pass.

 

Anya lit a cigarette before entering the art-deco Hotel and then crossed the lobby towards the Piano Bar. The concierge at the reception noticed her arrival and followed her with his eyes. "Mademoiselle?" the young man called but Anya ignored him and continued onward.

 

"The kid is interested," she muttered knowing the support unit would be listening.

 

"Send a decoy," Nikolai said without any sign of emotion as he monitored the mission from the Order cell house in Paris and the redhead man in the computers before him nodded his head.

 

"Unit two move in," the redhead said and within seconds a group of drunken men stormed into the hotel drawing attention from everyone, including the curious concierge.

 

"You are clear," Nikolai informed and Anya turned left on a corridor and stopped at the entrance of the Piano Bar.

 

"Who is the target?" Anya asked, looking about the room. The operative didn't like last minute missions as the Intel was usually weak and there was too much room for mistakes.

 

"Standby," the redhead man replied as Nikolai placed his hands over the back of the young man's chair and leaned forward.

 

"We don't have all night Mr. Kramer," Nikolai stated and Kramer swallowed hard. Augustus Kramer was a recent addition to the Order and this was his first big operation which didn't do any good for his stomach conditions.

 

Kramer retrieved the feed from the small camera in Anya's dress and compared the images with the information they had on the target."Chubby, bald man at the bar."

 

Anya shifted her gaze back to the bar and looked at the man in question. "I see him," the operative muttered. She walked across the room and glanced distractedly around until she crashed into the man's back. Anya dropped her purse spreading all its content on the floor and the man turned startle.

 

"Oh pardon monsieur. Je suis malhabile..." Anya began muttering her excuses and the bald man who initially looked upset smiled after taking a good look on Anya's cleavage.

 

"Oh it's fine," he waved off the two bodyguards assigned to him as he stood slightly off the stool to greet the lovely woman. He knelt down then to help her collect her things.

 

"Merci!" Anya spoke with a sheepish smile when he handed the purse to her. She continued to speak in French and he shook his head.

 

"I'm sorry, I don't speak French mademoiselle."

 

Anya looked surprise. "American?" she asked with a heavy accent.

 

"Yes," he replied, glancing at Anya from head to toe. He noticed how interested she had become when he said he was American. "Greg Parker," he continued, using the name the Interpol had given him.

 

"Isabelle Faye," she made up a name of the top of her head and held out a hand to him. She met his eyes and smiled provocatively. "Enchanté!"

 

"Would you like to join me for a drink?" Greg asked, motioning the bar.

 

"I couldn't," she played hard to get and he shook his head lightly.

 

"It's the least I can do after I made you drop your purse," he insisted and Anya 'surrendered'.

 

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"And she's got him..." Kramer muttered from his station glancing at Nikolai who stood behind him arms crossed and eyes fixed on the monitors.