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Ava’s house (london)
Ava stands in shock staring at the woman unable to process what’s going on. One side of her brain can’t turn away, but the other, more logical side is she should run. immediately.
“Don’t run” The assassin calls out like she can see through Ava’s brain.
The words seem to waken Ava out of her daze as she gasps making a bolt up the stairs.
The dark haired woman follows after her, both of them seeming breathless. Ava rushes into the bathroom slamming the door and locking it.
“Open the door!” the woman calls out oddly calm “I’m not going to hurt you”
As if Ava is going to believe that. She starts looking around the room trying to open the window but to know avail. “Help me!” she screams banging at the glass.
“I am not going to hurt you!” The voice outside the door is more agitated now.
But Ava’s not thinking straight. The british accent is definitely not the same accent she heard the woman speaking when they were in the hospital toilets. It’s more elegant and honey-like. It suits her. ‘fuck no time to think about that Ava’
Ava scurries over to a cabinet looking for anything to help her either to break out through the window or defend herself if needs must.
“Open it or i will!” She barks. The banging on the door is getting more consistent and louder.
“Fuck!” Ava cries out when she can’t find anything.
“Open this shit door!” She rattles the handle.
“No! No!”
“Just listen to me!”
Then suddenly, the door barges open with a thud. Beatrice kicking it open and storming through only to be met by a toilet brush to her face with Ava holding it like a weapon.
Beatrice pants looking at Ava confused before chuckling to herself. She grabs the end of the toilet brush swiftly, pulling Ava closer. Ava wails and screams desperately trying to break out of her hold.
“Stop! Stop screaming at me! I’m not trying to hurt you!” Beatrice tries again.
But Ava continues. Beatrice has reached her limit and does the only thing she can think off. She pulls Ava down into the bath before climbing on top of her successfully holding her down.
“Stop screaming! stop it! i’m not going to hurt you!”
”You’re hurting me!”
“Shh shut up!” Beatrice looks at her panicked trying to ease her down.
Without warning Beatrice turns the tap on, the water instantly hitting Ava’s face causing her to gasp and quiet it. Once she’s stopped Beatrice turns it back off.
Ava coughs trying to clear the water out of her throat.
“I just want to have dinner with you!” Beatrice yells.
Ava looks at her wildly, gasping and panting for air.
“Okay?” Beatrice says calmly
Ava nods rapidly “Mm”
“Okay!” Beatrice exclaims.
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After Ava stops gasping for air, they both walk downstairs into her kitchen, Beatrice instantly taking a seat at the dining table making herself at home.
Ava stands nervously besides her fridge still dripping from the water, and staring the woman who’s case she’s investigating sitting right across from her. “Um.. i don’t really have much to, Uh…”
”I will eat anything” Beatrice smiles at Ava’s nervousness. “Thank you”
Ava nods twice, before opening the fridge and looking to see if her and Jc had any leftovers. She sees a container before pulling it out “Shepards pie.?” she says shakily.
Beatrice nods grinning “Thank you”
”Um i could do it in the oven but microwaving is faster and all-“ she rambles before Beatrice cuts her off.
“Microwave is fine”
Beatrice watches Ava walk over to the microwave and she smirks to herself. “You’re shaking” she comments.
Ava turns to face her, drenched. “uh yeah well..” she gestures towards herself.
The taller woman nods before seeing a coat rack. “Put on something from there. i won’t look”
Ava keeps her back to the woman as she picks out a hoodie. Beatrice notices Ava not changing until she realises the zip on the back of her dress is still done. She moves around the counter before stopping behind the smaller woman, she sees her tense. Slowly Beatrice starts to unzip the dress ready to stop if the woman says so.
Once the dress is unzipped she helps Ava pull the straps down catching a glimpse of her bare back. “You have a very nice body” she notes, before walking back to her chair.
Ava still scared, in shock and disbelief quickly throws the hoodie over her head. “Do you want me to lay the table?” She hears the Assassin ask. “No, you’re my guest” Ava replies snapping slightly.
Ava turns from her again opening the utensil drawer, she stares down at them considering her options before picking up the cutlery and sliding a steak knife into the front of her pants.
“You don’t want that to slip.” Beatrice says simply.
Ava freezes staring back at her reflection through the window.
”You can hold onto it if it makes you feel better”
The microwave dings. Ava busies herself by getting the container out with a kitchen towel and setting it onto the table where beatrice waits. As Ava goes to sit down she hesitates before pulling the knife out and setting it besides her plate cautiously.
Beatrice gets to work taking the container and serving herself a big dollop on to her plate before handing it over to Ava “please?”
Ava scoops up about a table spoon before setting it back into plate and staring into nothingness. disassociating.
“It’s so nice to meet you” Beatrice smiles warmly, as if this is a casual occurrence for her.
”Why are you here?” Ava finally asks.
”did you make this?” Beatrice avoids her question.
”no.”
”Your boyfriend?”
Ava sighs, knowing this Woman knows about her life. “yes”
”He has excellent hair” The assassin grins, taking a big bite out of the food, laughing to herself.
”Why are you in my house?” Ava asks again, seriously. Chills running down her whole body.
”I wanted to see you.”
”why!”
Beatrice looks at her before breaking down. “i need someone to help me.” her voice cracks “i don’t want to do this anymore. I know what i am. I know im not normal, i.. i don’t feel things that- im sorry. I didn’t want to hurt your partner. Mary. I don’t want to hurt people. They make me do it” she sniffles. “If i don’t do what they say…” she trails off. “Ava i have nowhere to go. i need help. Ava please im so sorry”
Ava stares at her, like really stares at her. “Bullshit.” she scoffs “Bullshit, god you’re an asshole. Rebecca”
Beatrice smirks wiping away the fake tears before laughing. “You’re so pleased with yourself”
”I know more than that”
”Hmm?”
”Mm-hmm. I know that you’re originally from russia, i know you were in moscow prison for five years until someone broke you out and faked your death. I know you’re extremely intelligent. determined. Hardworking” Ava exposes.
“What else?” Beatrice says chillingly, fascinated about hearing how Ava would describe her.
”I know you are an extraordinary person.”
”what else?”
”I know something happened to you.”
”what else” Beatrice asks.
”I know your a psychopath” Ava leans forward.
Beatrice frowns. “You should never tell a psychopath they are a psychopath. It upsets them.”
Ava doesn’t back down, looking her in her eyes refusing to turn away, or being unable too. “Are you upset?”
The Woman across from her faux pouts nodding her head, before smirking “stupid word” She bites back into her food.
”Are you here to kill me?”
“We’re just watching you” Bea says casually.
”Who?” When Ava doesn’t get a response she continues “Who do you work for? Why are you killing these people?”
Beatrice stares blankly ahead chewing her food, not answering.
”Do you not know?”
Beatrice bites back “Do you know who you work for?”
”yes.”
“Really?”
“yes!”
”Really?” Beatrice raises her eyebrow questionably. “I think if you went high enough, you’d probably find we work for the same people” She shrugs.
Ava frowns taking in what the woman across from her just said. Before she can overthink it she reaches over grabbing the files. “I have your uh… prison file.” She places it down next to Beatrice.
Beatrice glances over “what does it say?”
Ava clears her throat. “Why castration? What did he do to you? Tell me.”
Beatrice stares at her blankly before nodding “Okay. But can we get one thing clear? Before we go on with this?” She waits for The agent to nod before continuing “is that a jumper attached to a shirt?” She looks at Ava’s top in bewilderment. “Is it two different pieces? how does that work?”
Ava sighs looking down furiously, this woman thinks everything is a joke “Why Mary?” she snaps.
Beatrice places her hand atop of Ava’s “she was slowing you down.” she says sarcastically.
Ava groans reaching over to grab the knife furiously, Just as her hand grabs the handle Beatrice’s lands on hers holding it firmly down. “Don’t do that” Beatrice’s says softly, tutting as she shakes her head “don’t do that”
Ava in her anger ignores the woman, swinging the knife up and just as she does the trained assassin quickly manoeuvre’s it out the way, pushing Ava face first flat against the fridge. Beatrice swiftly turns her around taking control of the knife before holding it too her chest.
Beatrice sighs deeply looking down at the knife against the Agents chest before looking back up to face her. “It’s worse… when i push it in slowly. don’t make me.” Beatrice moves her other hand to rest flat on the fridge next to Ava’s head. She moves closer, bowing down to sniff into Ava’s neck. “Are you wearing it?” she smirks. noticing the scent of the perfume.
Ava glares at her. “I am gonna find the thing you care about.. and i’m gonna kill it.” The sound of the front door breaks her gaze, then sends another shockwave of panic through Ava, Jc. She cannot let This woman hurt another person she loves. “Oh! please. please?” she please quietly.
Beatrice turns around grabbing Ava’s phone of the table “what is your pin?”
Ava can’t help the tears spilling down her cheeks as she prays Jc won’t come into the kitchen “one two.. three.. four.”
Beatrice sighs before slipping her phone into her pocket and grabbing her coat. “okay!” she smiles sweetly her accent going from british to American “thank you so much for your help” She picks up the wet dress Ava had on earlier “i’ll take this”
Beatrice walks into the hallway spotting Ava’s boyfriend Jc, and another guy along with him. “hi! i’m sorry, i’m just leaving.” she says sweetly before squeezing past them to the door and opening it “Thanks Ava that was delicious.” She adds before exiting like nothing ever happened.
Ava takes a moment to recollect herself, straightening up and wiping her face just Before Jc and his friend Randall walk into the kitchen.
Suzanne’s house (london)
After reassuring that everything was fine to Jc, Ava grabbed her coat and rushed to Suzanne’s house banging desperately at her door.
Through the glass Suzanne’s sees a bewildered looking Ava disheveled standing outside her door.
”I’m so sorry i didn’t call, she took my phone!” Ava rushes to say. “She was in my house, we had a sort of fight, i think, and..” Ava pauses when she hears laughter and chatter throughout the house “Are you having a party?”
”Its just a dinner, come on in child” Suzanne ushers her in.
”Oh my god, i’m so sorry”
Suzanne bring Ava into the dining room, where all her guests are seated. “It’s just an old friend.”
But Ava is shocked and can’t move her eyes of the one person she knows sitting there.
”Yasmine, Would you join Ava and i?”
Ava’s jaw drops to the floor and she sputters trying to get her words out, but she fails.
”Yasmine is my daughter.” Suzanne says simply “We have to time for you to react to that, so please, don’t feel that you have to.” She starts walking down the hallway.
Ava turns her head to Yasmine one more time in shock before they both follow Suzanne into the kitchen.
They all sit at a table and Ava explains everything that happened from the break in, to the bathroom, to dinner.
”Are you hurt?” Her boss asks.
”No” Ava sighs. “She took my phone, it has the interview with Duretti on it. And she’ll have the location of the safe house, i used to my phone to get us there” Ava buries her head in her hands.
”Alright” Suzanne states calmly “I’m going to alert armed response.”
”I need forensics at my house, I need protection for my boyfriend, But most importantly we need Duretti moved now.”
”Alright, we’ll Yas, will you-?”
”Save you pudding?”
”yes”
”sure”
”Okay let’s go” Suzanne replies grabbing her stuff and making a beeline to the front door.
safe house
Duretti is currently brushing his teeth, unaware of all the problems that are coming his way. He looks into the mirrored cabinet before opening it to place his toothbrush back. When he closes it back up he jumps, There behind him staring straight into the mirror is the woman who was chasing him.
He stumbles back into a corner, falling onto the floor. “Oh god! Oh god! Someone!” He yells out desperately.
Beatrice grins crouching down to his level “squealer” she chuckles.
Duretti holds his arms out protectively “i’m… No, i’m. I didn’t tell them everything” he pants.
Beatrice mockingly shakes her head copying his panicked actions.
”are you going kill me..” he squeeze out.
She simply nods “Mh-hmm”
”Please! Please! We can do a deal! I have a lot of money!” He pleads.
”So do i”
”I have children!”
”i don’t want your children” Beatrice frowns.
Duretti stares at her blankly. “No.. i have children to take care of.”
”Oh! oh.” She laughs. “this will give them something to bond over. You scared?”
”yes..” He says voice hoarse and panting rapidly.
“Because you don’t know what happens when you die?”
He shakes his head.
Beatrice folds her arms before leaning forward. “Your eyes will just… Empty. They say your soul goes in. People think that your soul or personality, whatever, leaves the body when you die. I swear it just goes further in. It falls so far in it just, just becomes so small that it can’t control your body anymore.” she smiles chillingly. “It’s just in there, dying forever.
Duretti sobs, panting and clutching at his clothes as she stands up and moves towards him, holding out her knife. He looks up at her his eyes wild with fear.
”i’m going to kill you nicely. Well at first anyway. I’m going to make a mess of your body afterwards, so it looks worse than it is. just so you know okay?” she grins.
She goes to move to him before he squeals “No no! please wait! do it in the bedroom?”
She stares at him blankly. “I have a thing for bathrooms actually”
”Please?”
She sighs deeply. “Okay. Come on. Let’s do it in there.” Beatrice walks to the door making sure he’s coming with her before they get into the bedroom.
Once inside Duretti makes a useless attempt at running to grab a chair and holding it up to her, Beatrice grabs it before throwing it on the floor and clutching his jumper. She smacks his face “Don’t get me excited”
”I’m sorry” he whimpers.
She walks over to the chair flipping it the right way around before sitting on top of it.
safe house
The rain pouring down outside does nothing to calm Ava as she races over to the safe house with Suzanne and armed officers. She sits the whole ride biting her fingernails nervously.
Once they pull outside the Armed officers rush into the building, while Ava and Suzanne sit in the car filled with anticipation.
Over the chatter of the radio Ava hears them call out “first room clear” Suzanne looks at Ava quizzically before the chatter turns into incoherent yelling over the radio.
Ava unfastens her seatbelt needing to get in there but Suzanne grabs her arm holding her still. Ava’s eyes dart in between her boss and the house.
“We have one male in need of urgent medical assistance.” The radio call out.
Without another word Ava opens the car door leaving Suzanne behind as she rushes into the house.
“Oh my god! Paul!” She crouches down next to the security guard who’s crippled over in pain. “Are you okay? Where’s Francesco?”
Paul grunts unable to make any coherent sound but gesturing with his eyes towards the hallway.
Ava’s quick to walk down there, gasping when she sees blood smeared onto the walls “No no no.”
Once she gets outside the bedroom door, she hesitantly peers around it. The sight makes her almost throw up.
On the bed is Duretti’s lifeless body, limp and probably already cold. His clothes torn and furniture thrown around the room.
She wastes no time getting out of there and climbing back into the van. She stares blankly ahead of her. “She, um… She” She attempts to say.
”Just say it” Suzanne replies.
“She chopped his knob off”
”right.” Suzanne frowns.
They both stay in awkward, uncomfortable silence.
Paris safe house.
After getting back from London, Beatrice finally has some time for herself. Well she thought she did, until vincent showed up questioning her on how the two people she was supposed to work with ended up dead.
“Declan and Nicole were fighting!” She says while cooking up some sausages in a pan.
”And then?” Vincent sighs.
”And then he just went backwards! I was screaming! Nicole put something in the boot of the car and bang, he hit her.” She says dramatically “Told me to get out of the car and we just walked away. I had no weapon. He said he was going to kill me, i said “why? Why? we’re meant to be a team, we have to get the target” He said we were, Oh god what was the word he used? Right, sweeties” She rolls her eyes, scoffing.
”So?”
”So i shot him.”
”Oh. I thought you had no weapon.” Vincent replies bored.
Beatrice sips her drink. “i took his”
”Oh. While he was pointing it at you?” He says hiding no hint of disbelief in his tone.
She shrugs. “I didn’t want to tell you this part of the story, because i knew you would be jealous”
”Hmm”
“I had to use my tits”
Vincent doesn’t attempt to hold back his laughter “to kill him? You killed him with your tits?”
”No! when he was looking at them, i took his gun.” she says sweetly, playing up the sausages.
”Ah, okay” He’s still not convinced.
”It was so sad, you know?” She teases.
”Mm-hmm.”
“I liked having a team” She pats Vincent’s arm “But you can’t trust anyone, huh?. You taught me that” She adds before turning back to the counter.
Vincent watches her for a moment before mentioning the reason he truly came over. “Nicole is still alive.”
Beatrice whips around to face him. “No. No, he went over her. Twice. She was well and truly squished.”
Vincent huffs, buttering a piece of bread. “I think you should go and visit her before she starts telling her side of the story.”
Beatrice chuckles nervously. “Where is Nicole?”
”Russia”
Beatrice’s blood turns cold at the mention. He knows her past there. Knows why she doesn’t mention it. She scoffs, shaking her head.
“You have no choice. No one else can do it. It’s too suspicious. Don’t worry, you can come straight back.” He states simply.
”What about Lucia? Hmm?” She mentions a part of her past that she refuses to bring up anymore.
Vincent chuckles “You won’t see her” When Beatrice doesn’t respond he looks over at her. “What?”
Beatrice shrugs. “What number are you?” She asks coldly.
”What?”
”In the twelve” As soon as the words leave her mouth, Vincent’s eyes widen his face turning pale.
He sighs deeply, recollecting himself. “Oh dear.”