Lupin III Fan Fiction ❯ Croatian Job ❯ Prologue- Errand ( Prologue )

Amsterdam, February 2016

A Mr. Bakker came to his apartment clearly fearful. They followed him, beyond a reasonable doubt. But he wasn't sure they're looking something on him, or already found it. Anyway, not good.

Trembling man looked around the apartment. Everything was in place, but it didn't calm him. He had to flee, and had do it now. Maybe Japan? Booking a flight ticket will take a few minutes.

"The chief has nothing against the fact that you have an extra job" said a female voice from a shady corner. Terrified Bakker looked in that direction. The intruder was hiding its face in shadow, but the blue, glowing in the dark eyes were very clearly visible. "He would ignore a drugs, but he doesn't like that you're trading our technical innovations."

"I know that this show has just to scare me" Bakker took the attitude of amused by any attempts to derive him from the balance "If he had something on me, he would send someone with a level 6."

"Do you even know what level 6 means?" Woman raised her pierced eyebrow.

"Agent with rank of major after three successful campaigns in aircraft, two in marine and fifteen in terrestrial with differential environments" the man recited, "I was one of those who composed these formulas, my child."

"I'm thirty years," she snapped, clearly offended. Suddenly, in the darkness white fangs flashed. She was smiling, "And by the way, the guy in the plaid shirt was your contact?"

"What have you…?!" Bakker paled.

"I shoved his head under water in the bathroom," she said coldly. She didn't seemed to be satisfied with what she did.

"It was hard, huh?" man smirked. Her face was cold but in her eyes was regret. Maybe she had a level 6, but she unnecessarily sustain her conscience. "Don't worry, baby. Next time will be..."

BLAM!

Man's head jerked back, and the body fell to the carpet, staining it with blood. The woman with a smile hid the gun.

"Yes," she nodded "Much."

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Steven Galecki was sitting in his favorite gray Porsche when on the passenger seat sat a tall young woman in a black trench coat and a gray scarf. Her blue eyes glowed in the dark.

"Good evening, sir," she greeted. "Done."

"I would prefer to avoid such drastic solutions," Steven winced puffing on a cigarette. "You had to drown this first guy?"

"He was just flooded," assassin grimaced "He woke up and pointed a gun at me. So I shot him."

"Oh yeah," the young man sighed, "I got for you one last request. Easy one, nothing..."

"Where?" she factly asked her superior.

"In Croatia," he handed her a folder with all the information, "Will there be any problems?

The woman quickly read the documentation and scanned the pictures.

"Absolutely not." she looked at him "Sir"

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I know that scene looks like from "Casino Royale" but I love this movie and I needed some good enter to this story.