Aden

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"Assistant... my ass!" Aden chuckled as Adele called the woman on his phone, mumbling underneath his breath, "Yes you have a nice ass, what do you want? A reward?" Aden turned around and pulled out the report from his top drawer.

He had only glanced over everything, not exactly caring what the others did or needed help with. His eyes moved over to Adriana, she was a beauty alright. But by Adele's annoyed sighs and sharp tone, she must not be too easy to get along with. Or perhaps she was and Adele was just being moody. Both were pretty likely. His eyes traced down to Andrew, another extremely attractive person on the team. Aden made a mental note to find out his interests and hobbies.

Aden looked up at Adele, who was staring at him. It took him a momeny to remember her odd habit, but he had always found it cute. When she was zoning out her eyes became slightly wider and it gave him perfect access to looking at them. Adele hung up the phone and handed it to him, the way her body language was he assumed she didn't like anything the Adrianna girl said.

Or lack thereof. Hearing about Dean, Aden nodded his head and said, "Oh? Does this mean we can get to be in the mile high club?" Before Adele could respond he said immediately, "..again?" With that Aden laughed and turned to his drawer. He grabbed a bag and stuffed some jeans and a hoodie in there.

Aden shrugged and pulled open his phone and texted a number under the Andrew man, saying; 'It's Aden, meet us at Gruven Airlines. Gate 47 at 9:45pm.' Aden clicked send and quickly ran after Adele, who seemed to of already left him alone in the house.

"Damn, ditching me again? You'd think once was enough." Aden laughed at her when he caught up, freezing for a moment when he realized what he just said. If she didn't know just how much she hurt him at the alter she might have a pretty good idea now. Aden turned around and locked up his house. "Let's get goin."

Adele just kept walking, they needed to get the airport as soon as possible. She preferred to be on foot, but they would need to get a taxi or something to actually get into the airport. She sighed just thinking about this. She didn't want someone else to drive, plus she wanted to be able to just drive right out on the strip. Going toward her house she turned a sharp corner before Aden came up behind her and reminded her of their wedding day.

Adele didn't know what to say, she sputtered a couple of incoherent noises, but came up with nothing valuable to say. What was she supposed to do? Say she was sorry? She wasn't even sure if it was a good decision. In fact one day she would feel like it was the best decision for her life and the next day it would be her biggest regret. It wasn't like Aden was the only one who was hurting... Her hurt was a little more confusing. So instead of using real words she just glared at him, then stood longer strides.

They were at her garage in no time and without saying anything to him she jumped into the car. Once they were both buckled and ready to cruise she sped out of the garage and toward the airport. Within a couple of minutes they were on the air strip. And there sitting with the stairs folded open to the concrete was their little jet. And boy was it little. Adele stepped out of the car and gave her keys to a trusted employee of her father. He would know exactly what to do.

Next she made her way up the stairs and sat down at the first chair. The inside was lush, with leather seats and wooden tables with a bar in the back. Just a couple of tables with two or three seats were in this jet. It was meant for a slightly bigger party than just the two of them, but Adele didn't mind the extra space.

After the plane was situated and took off Adele finally spoke again. "We never joined the mile-high club." She said, while motioning to the restroom at the back of the plane. Her words were laced with a bitter tone, but she was trying to make a joke. She could tell already that this mission was going to be a long one.

Aden

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Aden sat in silence the entire ride to the airport, he just couldn't of helped himself with the comment. It's like his brain forgets to senser himself whenever he talks. Suddenly he felt a massive headache coming along, it was as though his head was it's own personal base player.

Aden took deep breaths and followed Adele into the airport when they arrived. Her fast paced walk did nothing for his head but he just shrugged it off. It would subside soon he hoped.

When the two finally boared the plain he sat in front of her, chuckling at the mile high club joke. It wasn't as though he hadn't tried to join the mile high club with her before. She just never bought into it. "Oops, must've mistaken you for someone else." Aden said it before he could stop himself, eh too late now. He was already being a dick. "But I suppose I could help you out and give you a VIP access to the club." Aden winked playfully and yawned. Making his face scrunch up in a odd position. "Whoo, that was attractive I bet." He mumbled, annoyed at his body's want to embarrass him.

Aden stood up and made his way to the back of the plane to lay down, silently hoping his head would stop having a spasm. Aden wole to the sound of the plane landing, they must've already arrived.

The other two agents he had contacted should be waiting for them or on their way. Aden stood up and exited the plane with Adele, taking a seat he looked up at her and said, "Well guess we'll have to wait."

Drew snatched up his phone before the indicator tone had cut off. The TV in his 'luxury suite' had all of 2 channels, and he was getting tired of francophone dramas. It was go time.

Meet us at Gruven Airlines. Gate 47 at 9:45pm

Go back to the airport time, it seemed. Still, he was eager to meet his new team mates and just those few hours in his little shoebox of a room had him stir crazy. He bounded up off the bed and checked himself in the mirror. First impressions were lasting, so he wanted to make a good one. Taking a comb out of his bag, he smoothed his hair neatly. He made a face at the result, threading his fingers through it and mussing it again. He didn't want to look like he was trying too hard. Satisfied, he tucked his comb back in his bag and pulled out a pair of sunglasses as an afterthought. He knew the cliche, but he didn't care. He thought they suited him. After gathering up his bags again and heading out to the street, it occurred to him that the sun had set. With a resigned sigh he took off the glasses and tucked them into the front of his shirt.

He flagged down a cab and got a ride to the airport, arriving just in time. He made his way into the main terminal, then frowned, finding nothing indicating Gate 47 or anything marked Gruven Airlines. After a brief investigation it dawned on him that he needed to be in the private terminal. With a groan, he hightailed it to the other terminal, realizing he was going to be late. Of course they were arriving by private jet, he thought with a stab of envy. He soothed the thought quickly, wondering if being part of the team might mean the end of his commercial flight frustrations. As he spotted Gate 45, he slowed his sprint to a walking pace, strolling past the last two gates to reach 47. Damn, they were already waiting! He sighed inwardly, trying to maintain a professional demeanor as he approached the two waiting agents. He was still slightly breathless from his earlier sprint, but there was no point worrying over it. As he saw the two together, he couldn't help but take note of the couple. Adele was every bit the devastating femme fatale as her file showed, and Aden exuded the sort of easy confidence he could only wish for. He could see how they were a killer pairing.

As he took his last steps toward them, he extended his hand, greeting them with a professional smile before going to shake each of their hands in turn as he introduced himself. "Drew McKenzie, good to finally meet you. Do we have a base of operations yet, or is Ms. Mountgomery meeting us here?"

"Oops, must've mistaken you for someone else." At this a bit of the hatred that she forgot she had for Aden bubbled up. Perhaps a little too hard, she kicked the back of Aden's chair. She was trying to be playful, but really wasn't doing well. Yes, Aden had tried to get her to join the mile-high club but she refused, many times. Adele was always much more classy than that. Plus she thought the whole thing was a bit fetish-y and weird. She was never a fan of the thrill of public or semi-public sex.

Adele couldn't help but smile a little at Aden's joke. And of course, he had to do some strangely cute wink toward her just before he decided to go the the other side of the plane and ignore her all together. That was probably a smart move. Adele was much too wrapped up in old emotions right now. This would be a perfect time to collect herself and get on with life. She thought that she would be able to handle this mission with Aden, but it was turning out to be a bit of a challenge. While the plane flew she kept her eyes closed and mused about the mission at hand.

Agents hunting agents. She wasn't exactly sure how she felt about this. Adele was sure that the other agents who were on her team had mixed feelings about it, but she was fairly sure that she was alright with it. It wasn't like this was the only time in history where a group of people had to hunt themselves for the better good. Beside, it would be an awfully good challenge for someone like Adele. While sitting there her mind trailed. She thought about the many possibilities and ways that these Agents could die. Morbid images ran through her head until the plane finally landed. Adele didn't get up until Aden was already past her, then finally she opened her eyes and walked behind her.

Coming out of the plane there was no one there to greet them. Great. Just another kink in their plans. Half annoyed she wished that the people on her team would get on top of the game. When Aden said that they would have to wait all Adele did was sigh and rest her hand on her hip.

Just a couple minutes late who she assumed was the American came steadily toward them. She could see that he was trying to be professional and appreciated that. She also noticed that he was just as attractive as the photos in his profile, and couldn't help but find his American accent a bit cute.

"Well aren't you the most attractive American boy I've ever met." Adele said playfully as she took it upon herself to shake his hand. "I'm Adele Hall." She smiled at him as she took her hand back and shook her head at his question. "Well, I'm sure if Ms. Mountgomery knew what she was doing we would have a base of operations. But I have an idea of where we can hunker down for a while."

Adriana remembered why she was in the park, she turned and waited for the scream which came in like a thunderstorm just appearing in the sky. The doctor wasn't actually that hard to track down and breaking into the computer files on his desk which were 'Hacker proof' were much easier than saying *Hello How are you today?* but hey at least he tried to hide his information, just not very well.

The files were hooked into her boot on a small drive to make it so no one could see, and also so she could have it on her without worrying about it. When the doctor was 'put to rest' she made look as though he had a stroke or if worse came to worse a heart attack. One that even doctors would believe, don't ask her how as this was one of her amazing secrets that she had. From the screams coming from the side of the park it was obvious that he was found and that her job was done.

With one last look Adriana left, surely she was 20 minutes late to the pick up but the rest of the team would understand right? No one is absolutely perfect and hey they were in the city of Paris where anything can happen.
Waving down a taxi Adriana headed off to the airport and changed into a more sophisticated outfit, aka a purple low v-neck with a black tank underneath and a black pencil skirt with a pair of Mary Janes in which she switched the files to her new shoes. And no the taxi driver was too busy being a tour guide to watch her get dressed.

As they arrived to the Airport she noticed that of course she was last and knew she would have some catching up to do. Quickly she texted her 'guy' to pick them up so they could get to the 'hide-a-way' to talk as soon as possible. Adriana was one of those people who loved hideouts and loved making sure they didn't look like hideouts she had one in basically every area of every country. They were just so much fun! Maybe she was an interior designer in one of her past lives? It wouldn't be surprising.

Adriana stepped out of the car and headed over to the small group that was enjoying each others company. "Hello, and welcome to Paris. I'm Adriana Mountgomery. I do apologize for my tardiness as I was *Ahem* checking on a prior commitment. Please follow me and we shall have the chance to talk in private." She turned and already a black SUV limo had showed up behind her. She simply motioned for the three to head in.

"Well aren't you the most attractive American boy I've ever met."

When the conversation with Adele replayed in his mind later, he would respond with such sparkling conversation pieces as Well, we only import the very best, or That's quite a compliment from such an international beauty, but here and now in reality, Drew only managed to respond with a slight flush of surprise and a slack-jawed, "Oh! Uh..."

"I have an idea of where we can hunker down for a while."

As the rest of what she had to say filtered through, he nodded in agreement. He realized she might just be 'managing' him like one of her 'assets', but if that meant a beautiful woman flirting with him, he was okay with that. "Yeah, sure. Lead the way," he agreed, turning to head out with the group. As he did, he saw the last of their party approaching. As the lovely Adriana approached and introduced herself, Drew held out his hand, again doing his best to keep a professional smile. "Pleased to meet you. Drew McKenzie," he repeated, shaking her hand as he had the others.

At the gesture and Adriana's "Please follow me", he noticed the black SUV pull up, then looked to the others once before heading in the direction of the car. Adele had indicated Adriana was in charge, though there seemed to be some friction there. If the group decided on something, he'd go along with it, but he really hoped it wouldn't be a situation where he had to pick sides.