Discordance...

[Watanabe Miki]

Miki took a deep breath of the cold air of Russia, looking around. She wasn't hiding out anymore... Black had sent her out on her first solo mission for the agency. Sneaking into the White embassy to retrieve her files and destroy them would be a breeze, she hoped. It felt strange though... Nekki wasn't there. Nor were Adrian or Alabama, the three men she'd relied on during the time she'd been hidden. She was on her own. And instead of being exhilarating as it had been when she'd been a White, it was utterly terrifying. Especially realizing that she had to get into the building that she'd been bound to when she was a raw recruit.

Walking toward the structure, she shivered harshly, the black coat and fedora not enough to keep the chill air off of her skin entirely. Black hair, bound in a ponytail down her back, blended in with the fabric, the paleness of her face and vivid violet of her eyes stark against the lack of color.

Her mind drifted, idly, and she began to sing softly, the wind tearing the words away as she did. Maybe when she got back, she'd call her new friend and see if they could put on another performance in the park. After all, this would be a snap. Right?

[Hoarfrost]

Hoarfrost could see her now. Coming toward the very building he was here to protect. Inside he begged her to turn around and reconsider...but he also knew his orders. And he wouldn't betray them. Ever. Hoarfrost was going to be one of those spies that would die in a fight, rather than an execution. It was too bad she'd left...he would have liked her to have worked with him. But it wasn't his job to make her come back. It was his job to stop her, detain her, and lock her up until White could get to her.

His boss had been happier lately, since Khaki had come back. The man eyed his rookies as his kids, and Hoarfrost wasn't sure if it amused him, or made him sad. These rookies wouldn't last in a war. And he didn't know how White would react to dead agents coming home in body bags. Shaking the thought off he let his eyes go back to Miki. She had bad luck tonight, she was his target...and no one slid through the fingers of a Chaid'u, not ever.

[Watanabe Miki]

Unknowing of that particular danger, uncaring, she kept coming, intent on her mission. To prove herself... that was the thing, wasn't it? She had been a top-notch agent for White, if a bit impetuous sometimes. And now it was time to strike her spark in Black, and show them what she was made of. Nothing would stop her from getting to her target. And she would make sure of that.

Still moving, she looked up. "Don't get in my way," she murmured, feeling the words in her throat as they died on the wind. "I can feel your eyes. Don't try to get in my way."

[Hoarfrost]

"Such idle threats coming from such a small child." Hoarfrost's voice, seeming to come from everywhere was rough, deep and dark, unlike his gentle light tones from before. He was in 'work mode'. And his almost friendship with Miki had been cast aside. Now it was time to bring her down, bring her home, and throw away the key. White would be happy at least, another chance to restore his agent.

He would wait until she was close, so that he could pounce on her like a cat did on its prey. She wasn't going to get away, no matter what she did now, she was on his turf, playing a losing game.

[Watanabe Miki]

"Small child?!?!" The voice startled her a little, coming from all around. The words, however, made her angry, and she fought to control that anger as she came closer. "Come out and show yourself. This 'small child' will give you a fight you'll never forget, kisama," she growled faintly, wondering why whoever it was sounded on the far edge of familiar to her.

[Hoarfrost]

Well, she'd asked for it. Duex slid from the shadows he'd been watching her from, eyes sharp. His entire demeanor had changed, the man was dangerous, trained to weather all storms and come out on top. The top assassin in the world. And White Nation owned his ass. For now that was. "If you plan on fighting, I guarantee nothing."

[Watanabe Miki]

Taken aback, Miki gaped at him for a long moment. The man who stood before her was Duex, all right. But he was nothing like the man she'd met in the park, the man she'd sung with. Pulling her pistol from inside her coat, she gripped it in both hands, leveling it at his chest. "Please don't make me do this. Let me get what I came for, and go."

[Hoarfrost]

"Can't do. My job is to arrest you for defection. And I always do my job." Not as he was told, because he had defied his father and quite a few other people...but he always did his job. He pulled his own pistol. "Now it comes down to this." He said simply, eyes narrowing further. "Do you think you can best me in a gun fight?"

[Watanabe Miki]

Knowing better than to expect any quarter from him because they were friends... sort of, Miki tightened her grip on her gun. "I don't think. I know. You're in my way. I won't back down from this." She was a little saddened by it though. There was nothing that hurt quite that much.

[Hoarfrost]

Hoarfrost frowned, eyes narrowed dangerously. She thought she was better than him? In a gun fight? Ha! He'd show her just how wrong she was. His gun was out in the blink of an eye and had shot three times, managing to make it sound like one. None were lethal, but they'd bring her down without her ever shooting a shot. He didn't do well with challenges.

[Watanabe Miki]

Her ears only caught a single shot. The rest of her wasn't so lucky. One bullet lodged in her right hip, one sliced through her left shoulder, and the third caught her right thigh, making her crumple in pain. Still, her gun came back up as she dropped to the ground, aiming at his chest. The burning from her wounds made her shake hard enough that she didn't think she'd be able to hit him. Pulling the trigger, her hands jerked, the bullet flying harmlessly past Duex to ricochet off the building behind him. "Son of a fucking bitch," she spat, glaring at him.

[Hoarfrost]

"You challenged me, you really ought to have known better." Duex said, striding confidently up to her, and kicking the gun out of her hands. The weapon skittering harmlessly along the ground. "You have guts, I respect that. But you didn't respect me, and that, my dear, is a grave mistake." Easily he knelt down on one knee, pulling handcuffs from his pocket and dragging her arms behind her back and clinching the cuffs around her wrists.

[Watanabe Miki]

Miki's eyes were pools of pure fury when the cuffs went around her wrists. "I respected you when I met you. And I respect your devotion to the Nation." She pulled hard on the handcuffs, wincing when they dug into her arms. "What are you going to do with me now, Duex?" She didn't know his codename. Nor, frankly, did she give a good goddamn at the moment.

[Hoarfrost]

"That, I thought, would be obvious." With the ease and grace of a predator, Duex scooped her up and over his shoulder, and towards the White Nation embassy. White did not tolerate runaway spies. They either reconverted them, of destroyed them. There was no running from either at the moment. Miki was White nation property until she died.

[Watanabe Miki]

"You bastard!" She kept struggling, squirming and growling at him. Couldn't kick with her leg screwed up, couldn't punch with her wrists cuffed behind her... the best she could hope for was that he'd drop her. Not like that would have been much better. This was the second time she'd lost a fight and been captured on a solo mission, and it was starting to get old.

After a few moments of trying to fight, she gave up, letting herself fall limp over his shoulder. It hurt too badly to keep wriggling. And this position gave her a nice glimpse of his ass. Sure, he wasn't interested in her, but that didn't mean she couldn't look.

"Tell me. What's your codename?" An idle question, tossed out in an 'I'm about twenty seconds from passing out from pain' tone.