Our name? So naive. It’s almost endearing. "I wouldn’t be so quick to jump the gun- but you’ve already done that." Any improvement that had been utilized was either a success or a failure and with the given record, a chance of success was slim.
Carla wanted her attention, and she had gotten it. For how long though was the question, and given the spy’s elusive nature, she’d be long gone before interest was lost. A way to postpone their game for a while longer.
“Then do enlighten me. I just hate being left in the dark.”
Kept her eyes fixed on her twin, circling like a predator - not yet striking, inspecting, watching. Your move, Ada. Play to win. Stamped her heel into the concrete, shiny leather boots, one loud click as audible as her vicious smirk. "Why would I tell you? That isn't how the game goes, Ada. Have you become that much of a bore? I expected better from you."
Extends a hand, long manicured nails painted wine red, around a slim neck, thumb forcing Ada's chin upwards. The same face she wore. Leaned in close enough to smell her perfume, the heat of her breath. "Take a guess."
