Now and Then: A run in the past

[Master_Rollipolly]

The blue spy settled down into his hiding spot, keeping his breath low, and the snow around him unmoving, as he worked with frozen fingers on the lock of the dark building. Agent Opal, better known as Paulie was busy on one of his first out of country missions and he was doing quite well, how his boss would be pleased. He was a young agent, at the top of his game, and getting better as he went. He smiled as the frozen lock broke free of it's thin ice casing, and came undone with a silent click. He grinned, in a quiet victory, and laid the lock in the snow, gently and flexibly slipping in. He had his gun loaded and at easy access if he needed, which he hoped he didn't. Being a young agent, he had yet to take a life of another, and he wasn't going to change that so easily now. With no foot prints, he made his way across the hanger, avoiding anything that looked like a trap of was an obvious one and managed to get about halfway there before there was no way around except on the ceiling. With that decided, he made his way over to a wall and pulled out a can of stick spray, that was surprisingly hidden in his slender, tight fitting outfit.

Before using the stick spray, he made sure that he had all the red beams visible, and then went to work. His outfit was made for this kind of work, close calls, tight spaces, etc. He climbed up the wall, using the spray on his hands and toes, until he could go no further and made a suicidal jump to the closest ledge. He hit with a grunt and froze, making sure he hadn't alerted anyone. With the coast clear, he, struggling, pulled himself up on to the ledge continueing his work.

[ShadesofGrey]

There was a shadowed figure not too far ahead of him, working on its entry. From the shadow of an imaged it was rather clear that he wasn't good with small or tight places, his broad shoulders made sure of that. So Agent Red whom some dared to call Michael was taking a lovely little short cut. He knew what his embassy was after, the Black nations newest weapon. As he slipped in without making a sound which wasn't as easy as it seemed for the large man that was seeming dressed in red according to the moons soft rays of light that gave him a slight highlight until he was down, eyes open, ears listening to every possible sound he could grasp. Damn, a gaurd, heh, good thing he was prepared. He waited long enough for the man to pace away before easing up behind him and applying pressure to a pinpointed location on the others neck letting him sink to the ground with help. No noises...That was one goal for him.

He grinned. Going through the layout in his head, almost completely unaware that there was a blue agent on his heels. He had the suspicion of being followed just from getting to know that feeling. He paused, not faultering but waiting. Something wasn't quiet right and Red knew it.

[Master_Rollipolly]

Red was right about one thing, there was someone else in there, but he was wrong about location. In fact, Paulie was nowhere near behind him, he was in front of him, heading his way. His target, being the same as the red nation's, was only a little ahead of him, and his ceiling crawling was deaming to be quiet successful. He got to a clear ledge, and jumped down, making sure his landing was as silent as his walk. He slid up against the wall, making sure the darkness swallowed his form completely, keeping him invisible.

Slender boots touched the steel solid floor of the ledge that was surrounded by railing, not making a sound, he kept on his toes, his heels almost never making contact with the floor. He kept his back to the wall, not touching it, but close enough to give him a feel of where he was. He slid under any crack of moonlight that slipped through the hanger's ceiling and kept an eye out for the guards, wondering why he hadn't encountered any yet. When he did, he grinned as a silent plan formed in his mind, giving him an idea of how to move. He pushed off the air of the wall, and slid behind the guard, taking out a cloth and pouring a clear liquid onto it. It seeped through the cloth and dampened his glove but he thought nothing of it. He moved with the shadow, slipping the cloth around him and shoving it to his mouth and nose, keeping his quiet until he felt limp, and gently laid on the floor. Success...now, to the vault.

[ShadesofGrey]

He could wait any longer, he pushed forward, making sure to avoid any unseen traps, careful of where his clothes hung or swished to. He got a good ways and saw a slim figure infront of his desired target. The brim of his hat hiding his face which held a grin. Peering up just a bit he looked this target over carefully. Oh he could so take him, there would be no problems there. Noting all the gaurds that were on the ground before he had gotten to lay a single hand on them he noted that this.....man.....woman....? Was an adversary to be taken none too lightly. Though he still felt more than confident in himself. He would let this...person of another nation do the hard part of getting in.

With that over he crept ever so stealthily behind this agent. Waiting, holding off until the right moment he grinned and got close enough to Paulie to get the cold steel barrel of his gun to the back of the other's skull. "Checkmate...." He said with a cocky tone that would only ooze with his feeling of slight victory.

[Master_Rollipolly]

"On the contrary monsieur spy..." Came a voice from behind with the barrel of his gun tapping Red's head just ever so slightly tipping his hat while keeping the barrel to his head. The figure in front of the vault, was none other than the man Paulie had just taken out, and now, seen up close, was slumped leaning against the vault door. A decoy, such an old trick, and yet effective at the most. "Now...we can do this of two ways, you be good and leave me to my work without another peep, or I have to blow your head off and alert all those men down there, which I really don't want to do."

He whispered, using a cocky tone. This man could snap him in two, his father never really taught him to pick his fights carefully, but anyone with two sense could figure this one out, he was just bluffing in hopes it would work. He hadn't even taken a look at the vault yet, hoping it wouldn't be too complicated, but if worse came to matter, back up was always and option....or dynamite, that was fun too. Code of this mission, if you can't have it, no one can, in other terms, if you fail to retrieve it, then blow up the hanger, plans, weapon and all. "Well, monsieur spy?" The word rolling off in a velvet smooth cloud of frozen breath, his french accent strong.

[ShadesofGrey]

Red growled lowly body straightening itself up as he felt the gun's barrel right in place. He laughed, not a chuckle a laugh. He wasn't honestly threatened. This puny man he supposed it was didn't stand a chance to him. Or so the Red agent told himself in his head. "Si, uno de dos maneras....mi amigo." The Spaniard cooed as he lowered his gun from the body, smirking still, letting the limp guard fall to the ground and kicking him out of the way with ease. "So....Azul, what do you say.....go ahead, blow out mi brains, fore I will not leave my mission unfinished. Especially due to the likes of you, amigo..." His Spanish was strong but he did his best to keep it to English but God this could get ugly fast.

And of course it would. Red never let things happen the easy way. He swung around using his strong masculine forearm to knock down Paulie's gun and arm at that. He was using brut force for now. Pulling back with an upper cut aiming straight for the Blue agent's jaw structure. "Tell your name Azul..." He said with a low purr bringing them both close together for hopefully more conflict.

[Master_Rollipolly]

The blue spy glared at him through hateful eyes, not enjoying his lack of personal space. He struggled to get free, merely an attempt of course, but it was worth trying. He ignored the other's demand, not really caring if he got to know his enemies or not, they'd all end up dead sooner or later anyway. Damn, this mission was turning into a bloody mess and the trouble just began. He settled down from struggling for the moment, searching with hidden hands through his pockets for something to help him out of this. He had a knife on him somewhere, finding it was just the problem. When that seemed to fail with no end, he tried a new approach, maybe if words came to worst, he would get thrown somewhere, painful maybe, but effective. "Why do I have to answer to trash like you, I'm insulted if all the red nation could send was a bloody hardheaded rookie to retrieve such a prize." This guy wasn't even close to a rookie but hey, you don't always have to make sense in this business.

[ShadesofGrey]

Red growled. "Rookie, I think not, however you seem like fresh meat in this business..." He purred forcing him onto a wall with a followed through toss, however he was gonna let this one go, not so easily. He brought him to about eye level and gave another hard shake letting him hit the wall again. "You have no right to call me trash when you can't even properly defend yourself. Insulant Blue nation." He sneered. "I'd hate to have to bring you up to my level, I don't think you're ready for it. Now, you're going to get out of my way and let me have this or else you will be hurt very seriously... Understood?" He growled, eyes glowering.

[Master_Rollipolly]

"I'll show you fresh meat" He growled through gritted teeth, falling more and more into the depths of smartmouthing trouble. He finally managed to locate the knife and was greatful that the other picked him up again. He listened to the threats and insults halfway plotting out how this would work. He had plenty of time to come up with a plan but for some reason, he never got passed the part, 'I stab him in the arm, he lets go........blank' Oh well, another plan to wing no doubt. He let the Red Nation finish his sentences, letting a plan fall apart in his brain. When the talking stopped, he clinched the knife's handle tighter, as if he were afraid it would slip and abandon him. He took a quick glace at Red's face, then one at his arm. He hadn't been listening, but there was always appropriate responses lying on the tip of ones tougue. "Fuck you" He spat before he planted the knife in the inner face of Red's elbow.

[ShadesofGrey]

Red had been studying the other's face, glances, breathing patter, things that he thought would help him in the long run. He saw what was coming and had time to withdraw a bit and recieve the blow in his forearm. "Son'va bitch!" He gripped with a grimace followed up with a glare. He pulled away from the knif a new glint from behind those dark eyes with a menacing grin. "Mmm..." He said seductively, he wasn't much for being a masochist but he liked a hint of pain every now and again. A quick hand caught Paulie's armed hand starting to crush his wrist. "Tell me....Azul, tell me how you feel now..." His voice was low, not a growl but not loving, he would snap out of this eventually.

[Master_Rollipolly]

Paulie's urge to snap another come-back vanished with the increasing pain in his wrist. He tried to ignore the pain, like he was taught, but it was so much easier to ignore a stab wound than it was to ignore a now slowly breaking wrist. The pain increased, slowly making its way up his arm, he waited for the jolt that would scream through his body all at once to assist the horrid sound of the bone breaking and give the entire experience an all over painful end. It felt like forever, but the pain never ceased, he clinched his teeth to hold in the screams of pain while also trying to escape the other's grasp.

[ShadesofGrey]

Another hand found it's way to Paulie's neck with a clenching grip. "Grito mi nombre......You French bastard..." His eyes were cold, not an ounce of hope to be found in them for Paulie he would keep the grip on his wrist just to the point of maximum pain but not to that breaking point. "Scream it....Scream my name..." His eyes widened and his teeth were bared. "Or do you have more pride than that....." A cruel laugh. "Ah, Azul, I do enjoy our time together...I will have my way with this though I assure you...." Then the Spaniard released the Fenchman's neck and dipped his hand down and fiddled with the belt of the Blue agent's pants, oh the impending doom to be foreseen here...

[Master_Rollipolly]

Paulie was glad when his throat was released, but he wasn't too happy with where the other's hand had gone. He struggled more now, ignoring the pain in his wrist and concentrating on escaping. He would not let himself be taken like this nor would he allow this maniac of the red nation get his way. "NON, non non!" He growled, struggling more to get away. He pulled the hand that was grabbing his wrist up and bit down hard, letting his teeth sink into cold skin and flesh. Desperate times cause for desperate measures...even if you don't want to look as though you're being desperate.

[ShadesofGrey]

What came next from the Spaniard's mout was more of a wanton moan than a cry of pain. "Ah yea, mi Azul....do whatever you must to try and get away. Go ahead, bite, scratch growl all you want." He was rather insane, his lowest hand struggled, unbuckling the belt and in one swift clean motion pulled it right off. More cruel laughter. There goes the button keeping his pants closed, lastly the zipper and then they were down by his ankles. His own pants were a bit tighter now, he was a sadistic person and was enjoying all of this. "How about we loose these pant no?" He cooed throatedly.

[Master_Rollipolly]

Paulie struggled more now, halfway shocked that the biting didn't work. "Non! get away from me, you uuurrrrghhhh" He let out a frustrated growl as he fought ahrder to get away from him. Screw the mission, it was harder to get away from than staying and fighting the odds. "LEt me go!" He struggled more, finding himself pushed back against the wall. Damn, his boss wasn't lying when he said the red nations were crazy. Even with this realized, his pursue for freedom from this mad man continued.