° ★ — cuts & bruises

oliver blake____________________________ picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor reaching for the phone 'cause, i can't fight it anymore and i wonder if i ever cross your mind for meit happens all the time it's a quarter after one, i'm all alone and i need you now said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and I need you now and i don't know how i can do without, i just need you now

[oliverblcke]

marisolxmontez‌:

“Your regular is back, Mari.” she heard Tessa’s teasing voice whispering in her ear as the other woman passed the brunette, carrying a tray of dirty dishes into the kitchen as Marisol herself just exited with a tray of her own that held several drinks. She merely smiled, shaking her head at her friends eager involvement in what she called the start of Marisol’s very own Cinderella story. However, Marisol didn’t pay any of it too much attention. After all, there was also a time when Tessa warned her that she might end up in the news as the umpteenth murder victim of a serial killer. With Tessa it was always either one extreme or the other. While Marisol just appreciated his company and the fact that he was respectful unlike some other guests that found themselves in their diner. She didn’t want her thoughts to go any further because her luck with guys was usually non-existent if one took a look at her track record that compiled fuck ups, junkie and abusive shits.

Once she served the drinks she walked back into kitchen, leaving the tray there before straightening her apron a little which was part of her work attire. “And I can assure you he’s not here for the tuna. No matter what he tells you. It sucked yesterday. It sucks today. And it will suck tomorrow. Am I right, Larry?” she asked the chef – who had no skills accredited by the state to call him such but they all just rolled with it – who barked an “Aye!” before flashing them both a grin. “Can you both just mind your own business? Just once?” Marisol asked, despite the smile that appeared on her lips, genuinely amused by the fact that they just kept digging even though she knew for a fact that they wouldn’t find what they were looking for.

Sure, he seemed nice, he was easy on the eye and so far all their conversations had been quite pleasant and showed her that he could not only hold a conversation but also her interest. But she doubted that he didn’t have a girlfriend waiting for him somewhere. Because so far he seemed like a decent guy, and those were always taken. Again … not that she was looking. “I don’t want to hear another word.” she said and pointed at the two of them, her accent accompanying her words before she finally walked out of the kitchen again, approaching his table.

“Hi there, stranger.” she greeted him, a soft smile tugging on the corners of her lips as she set a complimentary glass of water on his table which she once advised him from drinking as it came from the tap. “Same as usual? Or is today the day when you finally decide to spice it up a little.” she asked, even though she doubted it. But who knew, maybe she’d be surprised.

While Marisol was dealing with some of the other customers, Oli subtly scanned the diner. It wasn’t that he was looking for or expecting something or someone shady, per se, but it could never hurt to be too careful. Just as a precaution he normally didn’t make a habit of going to the same places too many times, knowing plenty of people would love the chance to take him out. With this diner, however, he couldn’t seem to keep himself away. That meant being extra cautious, because not only did he not want someone to follow him and expose who he was, he also didn’t want to put Marisol in any danger. You already are, the more rational voice in his head said, but Oli ignored it for now. He was being careful. He’d make sure she was safe. 

A faint smile, barely enough to be called one but still there, crossed his lips when a familiar voice greeted him. “Hello.” Lifting his gaze, he found her already by his table, setting down a glass of water. Oli hadn’t tried the water after her warning about it coming from the tap once a while ago, and he had no intentions of doing so either. Whenever he came here, he probably didn’t give off the vibe that he was much of an experimenter, especially since he got the same exact order every time he showed up. Maybe he wasn’t. Oli liked structure and knowing what he was getting, both when it came to food and missions. He didn’t like being surprised, though when it came to food, he supposed he was being a little too harsh. An unexpected dish wouldn’t kill him. 

“Maybe I will spice it up,” he agreed, surprising himself. He found that to happen almost a little too often when it came to Marisol. Just by being here he was breaking so many of his own rules, and yet he kept coming back, mysteriously drawn to her. It was nothing more than a stupid, fleeting attraction, he kept trying to convince himself, because he knew that was all it could be. Oli wasn’t who she thought he was, and if she ever found out, which he was going to make sure never happened, she wouldn’t look at him the way she did now. No one did, not when they realized how much blood stained his hands. 

For now, though, Oli allowed himself to take a break from reality and instead live in the fantasy where they were both just two normal people. “I’ll have whatever your favourite dish is,” he eventually announced. Despite coming here for a few months now, Oli didn’t know an awful lot about Marisol other than what she’d told him, and he would love to get more of a glimpse into who she was. Maybe once the mystery of her was gone he could forget about her and go back to his own world without being distracted, which would be the smart choice. 

[josxphineblake]

The Condemned Live Longer | Oliver & Josephine

[oliverblcke]

josxphineblake‌:

Josephine merely managed a few more steps once she set foot out of the office before she could see a man approaching her, his gun pointed at her while he barked his order which was released in unison with Raj’s curse that was heard through the earpiece. Apparently, the hacker had just discovered a dead angle. Very much to her annoyance. She doubted herself able to come up with a good enough excuse to erase his suspicions, already preparing herself for the fight that was surely going to take place in a bit.

That was, until she could finally make out his face and was met with familiar features, ones that had kept haunting her on most nights for the past years. It wasn’t the first time she was seeing his face ever since that one ill-fated day. It often appeared in front of her, spotted amidst a crowded place, having her chase after whom she supposed to be him only to be stared at in confusion once she confronted a stranger who only ended up even more shocked by her apparent bewilderment. He was a ghost that had kept haunting her for the past years, ever since that tragic accident that was followed by the news of his death. And she nearly died herself. Certainly tried more than a couple of times to join the family she had lost all at once. Which was why looking at him now was so surreal, a scene she had always played out in her mind, even foolishly prayed for during especially desperate hours despite knowing it would never happen. She’d never see him again. Only that she had been wrong. All of them had been wrong. And suddenly Josephine didn’t know what to do, couldn’t process the situation she found herself in all of a sudden, being met with the painful realization that she hadn’t been prepared for all eventualities after all.

Forgotten was their mission, forgotten was Raj who kept telling her which way to go once she got past the man, forgotten were Cerberus and Hydra … Forgotten was that insatiable urge for revenge that had kept her going. Instead, Josephine just stared at the ghost that stood right in front of her, gun still pointed at her but she didn’t care nor notice. All she saw was his face, accompanied by the sound of his voice which she had been sure she had forgotten what it sounded like after all those years.  But here he was. Oliver. Her big brother. Oli. The one who should have survived instead of her. And he did. Contrary to what everyone believed. Including her.

“Oli …?“ she said under her breath, noticing how strange her voice sounded, uttering his name, actually addressing him rather than talking about him or gasping his name in her sleep when another nightmare would haunt her. It all felt like a dream, so unlike those nightmares she kept having despite the gun that still had not been lowered.

Back in the headquarter, Clara’s head perked at the sound of her late nephew’s name, unable to see what was going on. “Josie?” her voice rang through Josephine’s earpiece but the younger woman said nothing in response. Instead, Clara was met with silence. “Josephine, what is going on? Do you copy?” Still no response. “Can you hack into something in there? We need eyes on her.“ the older woman asked the hacker by her side who shook his head in return once he hacked into a surveillance camera that was located in the hallway, revealing only a snippet of Josephine’s still form but nothing else. “That’s all I got.“

“It’s Oli. He is standing right in front of me. He’s alive …“ the brunette finally broke her silence, still staring at her brother who had been presumed dead, who was part of the reason why she had even found herself in this room in the first place. Her voice sounded almost void of any emotion if it hadn’t been for the utter disbelief that could be heard clearly. She was in shock, incapable to comprehend, to move or act … And Clara knew it – which was why she had to take action to ensure Josephine wouldn’t do anything stupid. “Ryan! I need you to get Josie out of there. Now!“

“Put your hands behind your head and get down on your knees!” Oli repeated when the girl didn’t move to follow his orders. A quick scan of her didn’t reveal anything that resembled a weapon, but that might just be because of his angle. For all he knew she was armed to the teeth, and he had no intentions of getting hurt tonight. So much for a calm, fancy party, he thought to himself. He wasn’t really surprised, though. Chaos seemed to follow wherever he went, no matter how calm and peaceful the event was supposed to be. Thankfully Oli knew how to handle it, or else his curse might have ended his life a long time ago. 

The lady in front of him didn’t even seem to hear his order. If anything, he’d say she looked more than a little shocked. Apparently she also knew who he was, though he didn’t think too much about that. After everything he’d done for Hydra, he’d gotten quite the reputation. Of course Cerberus would brief their agents on who their biggest threat was. Despite clearly knowing who he was, she didn’t take his order seriously, and if she didn’t want to obey, he would have to force her to do so. 

With his gun still in hand, loaded and pointing straight at her, Oli slowly began to walk towards her. She would have to go past him to get out, and he was going to make sure that didn’t happen. By the looks of it, she seemed to be coming out of the office, which meant she most likely already had what she came for. Oli would have to make sure that whatever that was, it wouldn’t leave with her. 

Her next words didn’t really make much sense to Oli, but he stored the information away for now and focused on the situation at hand instead. She obviously had an earpiece that was still working — he couldn’t get in contact with anyone, which meant the blast must have interfered with their frequency — so while she had backup, he was on his own. 

“I’ll count to three, and if you’re not on the ground with your hands behind your head by then, I will shoot you.” Of course, Oli hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Whoever the lady was, she had valuable information, and he wanted to get his hands on it. He wasn’t against having to kill her, though, and if she didn’t cooperate, that was what he’d have to do. At this point he’d taken so many lives it barely fazed him anymore. “One,” he counted loudly, still advancing towards her with careful, calculated steps. “Two.” With his gun still pointing at her, he carefully moved his trigger finger to the trigger, ready to press it in if necessary. His face was a mask of cold indifference, showing nothing of what was on his mind. To him, she was nothing but an obstacle in his way, and if he couldn’t remove it, he would just have to get rid of it. “Three.” 

[oliverblcke]

josxphineblake‌:

May The Odds Be In Your Favor | Josephine & Oliver | THG AU

‘Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.’ Josephine could still hear their escorts voice, could still see the ridiculously clad woman as she called out not only her name … but Oli’s too. What were the chances … out of all the kids in their district that both of the Blake children were reaped. Apparently the odds didn’t give a shit about them. She stepped into the building quietly as they were ushered into the same room. Today no family would have to say their goodbyes and Josephine couldn’t decide what was more painful. They only had one another … and if one of them died then the other would be on their own. In a district where they were known as outcasts. Once they were inside the room, with guards waiting outside to ensure they wouldn’t make a run for it, Josephine remained quiet, trying to process what had just happened and that … She swallowed hard but her face didn’t give away the panic she was secretly feeling. Instead, she looked at Oliver. Oliver, who had taught her everything she knew. Oliver, who could survive this. She just needed to make sure that his focus would be on his survival rather than hers. “So, what’s the plan?”

The sound of Josie’s name being called out was and had always been Oli’s biggest fear. All it took was two simple words, and suddenly it felt like he was stuck in a nightmare again, desperately trying to wake up and for everything to be okay, and yet failing miserably. He couldn’t just let his baby sister be shipped off to die alone, no matter how strong and smart she was, but as it turned out, he didn’t have to. He didn’t have to prepare to volunteer, because it was his name that was called for the male tribute from their district. Walking up to the podium in a haze, he could barely believe this wasn’t actually a dream. It was so surreal, so absurd that both Blake siblings had been chosen in the sea of names that were district two. They were the only Blakes left, too, so at least the guards didn’t mind letting them stay in the same room. It wasn’t like anyone would come to wish them good luck. It took him a while to gather his thoughts, and it wasn’t until Josephine spoke up that he finally managed to do so. There was no need for both of the Blakes to die sometime in the next few weeks, and now that they were in this together, he knew he could help her win it all. “We make it till the end, and you come back home a victor,” Oli said, as if it was that simple. 

[josxphineblake]

The Condemned Live Longer | Oliver & Josephine

[oliverblcke]

 josxphineblake‌:

Josephine kept pushing through the crowd, trying to not cause too much suspicion by bumping into anyone as she probably would have under different circumstances. Tonight, however, she needed to keep a low profile. At least for now … during the calm before the storm. She could already imagine the chaos that was bound to take place in a few moments, but the time hadn’t come yet which meant she had to blend in until the attending guests couldn’t care less about anyone but themselves. A default mode for most people in this room, she assumed. And she couldn’t even claim to be any different no matter how much she would have wanted to. The truth was, however, that Josephine herself was driven by selfishness. It wasn’t triggered by greed or the thirst for power, but she was selfish nonetheless. Revenge was her vice and she knew she would allow no one get in her way … even those who cared about her. They didn’t know, couldn’t possibly understand … but the wrath she was feeling these days threatened to consume her and getting justice for the family she had lost seemed to be the only thing to keep it at bay. Or so she believed.

“Turn left here and then take a right turn at the end of the hallway.” Raj told her even though Josephine knew the layout of the premise by heart, thanks to weeks and months of preparation and many sleepless nights when she would hover over the map instead, coming up with countless alternative plans in case the preceding one went south. Despite still not fully grasping what she had gotten herself into, Josephine refused to go into this endeavour unprepared. She had studied all the exits, knew where Hydra would most likely position guards and made sure all the information was imprinted in her memory. Failure was unacceptable. Not now, not when she was finally one step closer to holding the people who had taken everything from her accountable.

“After that you need to take another right turn.” he continued and Josephine nodded, looking up at one of the security cameras, knowing that he had already hacked into them in order to conceal her presence as well as lend her his eyes. “That’s where the office is at …” Josephine concluded, knowing that the files she was tasked to get would be stored inside that room. “Yes, but before you go there wait until you hear the explosive go off. There are two guards right in front of the door to keep you from getting what’s inside. I assume they will all be ordered to head for the scene, rather than keep their positions. The top brass of Hydra are among the attendees so their protection will be the first priority. You’re at the west wing of the property, these two will be the only ones in your way.” the hacker advised, even though she imagined he knew just how little patience Josephine tended to have … even on her best day. Today was even worse, but she stayed in position nonetheless, feeling the weight of the knife strapped to her thigh even more so now that she knew it might come in handy soon enough.

Just when Josephine believed to finally run out of patience she heard it; the loud noise she assumed to bring lots of joy to an overly excited Kitty. The guards hardly gave her time to think ––not that it was required, considering she had been ready long before them–– and as they headed towards the direction the blast came from they immediately ran into the brunette. She caught them off guard, ironically enough, and it didn’t take too much time for her to take them out, leaving them both laying on the ground unconsciously, aware that Clara had been watching her every move and most likely already coming up with ways to improve her skills. Nothing Josephine felt like worrying about now; her style was effective even though messy at times.

Getting into the office proved to be a piece of cake when Josephine entered the room shortly after with Raj’s assistance and the device he had handed her earlier. Everything else was set into motion once she got a closer look into the room. She placed an USB drive in the computer that was situated at one end of the office after turning it on, knowing that Raj would take it from there to not just copy all the files the needed onto the little device but also send a copy to himself just in case. In the meantime, she was looking for something else, which was when Clara took over. “I don’t see a safe.“ Josephine told her, not having expected it to be easy as she kept checking the room for potential hiding spots. It took a while but eventually she found it, not a safe, but a locked drawer in the massive wooden desk that the computer stood on. Apparently, someone believed those guards were actually worth their money. She took a paperweight off the desk and slammed it against the lock, soon revealing more files which she could only assume were too important to be risked hacking into. In addition, she spotted a gun attached to the bottom of the desk.

Once she gathered the files she scanned them with her phone, sending copies to Raj when the hacker finally finished his work on the PC. She took the USB drive and put it away securely, just in time to hear Raj’s warning voice in her ear. “You need to get out. That’s as much time as we got. It’s chaos out there so you might want to take advantage of the situation before the guards decide to check on the west wing after all.” Raj advised and Josephine nodded, starting on her way out of the office but not without longingly gazing to the table again where she knew a gun was hidden. She had considered taking it with her but if she wanted to appear less suspicious then running around with a loaded gun was probably not the way to go. Instead, she left it there, walking briskly out of the office.

Keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, Oli hadn’t had much luck so far. Nothing seemed out of place, and his superiors seemed laid-back. After the destruction of Cerberus, they seemed to think they didn’t have a trouble in the world. He knew it wasn’t that easy, and more likely than not, their rival organisation probably wasn’t completely gone. There wasn’t much they could do about them until they came out of hiding, however, so Oli didn’t spare them too much time or thought as of right now. Besides, if they were to reappear again, he would gladly take care of them, as he had once before. A couple of people from Hydra had nicknamed him Abaddon after what happened to Cerberus — an angel of death, where destruction followed his every footstep. Oli didn’t care what they thought or said about him, having no real ties to anyone, but he supposed his superiors felt a little safer knowing who was there tonight, to make sure everything went okay. They were definitely glad to have brought him, their number one assassin, once hell broke loose a while later.

A loud noise broke the air, followed by screams as people panicked. Oli was moving before he had time to think about where he was going, his body going into auto-pilot as his mind caught up. The explosion had gone off in the east wing, and after having studied floor plans and details for days leading up to this, he knew that couldn’t be the real target. There were nothing but private rooms and parlours that way, and those were all empty during celebrations like this. It had to be a decoy, meant to draw as many guards to the site of explosion as possible. Oli hadn’t thought so many of their own would fall for it, but he was quickly proven wrong. “Fools,” he murmured under his breath as he headed in the opposite direction. 

Mentally going through a list of possible places they would be after, one immediately stood out. The office in the west wing. Oli didn’t even know all of the files that were kept in there because it was so classified, but he would bet his life on it being important enough to bomb an event to get their hands on. And as he made his way down corridor after corridor, he had a sinking feeling they might actually get what they were after, whoever they were. There were no guards at their designated spots, and the possibility of that being the case with the office too was very high. Oli hurried up, cutting the fastest way there, not once slowing down or stopping to catch his breath. 

Before long, he finally made it. From his vantage point at the end of the hallway he could see the door wide open, with no guards in front. Without hesitation he drew his gun, slowing down so he could better take in the scene and be prepared. He was just a couple feet away from the open door when someone walked out. It was a woman clearly under the impression that she could get away with this, her walk brisk as she probably hadn’t been expecting anyone to be there just yet. 

“Stop!” he barked, raising and pointing his loaded gun at the brunette exiting the room. “Put your hands behind your head and get down on your knees.” There was only one way out of the west wing, and Oli was currently blocking it. Further down the hall were nothing but more rooms, high enough off the ground that it wouldn’t be possible to jump out of them without breaking every bone in your body. No, if the lady wanted to get out, she had to get past him, and that was easier said than done. She wasn’t getting past him alive, though he hoped to gain the information he needed before having to kill her. 

[oliverblcke]

Making his way towards the diner Mira worked at, Oliver’s thoughts were running wild. He’d been up memorising floor plans and guest details for a Hydra event in a couple of days, and he was so sick of staring at the same words and drawings over and over. The event was still a couple of days away, and he nearly knew it all by heart by now anyways, so he didn’t think he was doing anything wrong by taking a small break. He hadn’t let anyone know where he was going, though, and made sure no one was following him. As much as he enjoyed the break from his usual life, he didn’t want anyone to know what he was doing. Or rather, who he was meeting. 

A couple of minutes later, he made it to the diner, stepping inside. Oli made his way to his usual seat — at the far end of the diner, with his back against the wall. It was the only place he had a view of the entire room in case anything were to happen — old habits die hard — and it was also the spot where he could often easily spot Mira. 

At first, after meeting her in the diner, Oli had tried to stay away. He knew her associating with him would do nothing but put her in harm’s way. That had proven to be easier said than done, however, because as much as he might not have wanted to, he really enjoyed her company. It was refreshing with someone who didn’t know who he was, with someone who didn’t know all the blood that stained his hands. She was his connection to the normal world, and over the past couple of months, they’d gotten to know each other quite a bit thanks to his frequent visits here. 

Mira was working today too — after all, that was the only times he ever showed up here — and his gaze found her the second she exited the kitchen and started moving to deal with some customers. She looked as beautiful as ever, even hours into her shift, and Oli had to remind himself not to stare. They were just friends, him and Mira, not even that close, but it was a long time since he’d looked at someone and seen them as something else than a target, or a piece of the puzzle. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but she intrigued him, and no matter how hard he’d tried, he couldn’t keep himself away from her. 

[josxphineblake]

The Condemned Live Longer | Oliver & Josephine

[oliverblcke]

josxphineblake‌:

“I’m in!“ Raj’s chipper voice resounded in Josephine’s earpiece as she looked around the room, watching the attendees of the gala –– some of which she recognized from the files their lead hacker had gathered throughout the past few months and who seemed pretty excited now to finally see all his hard work pay off. At least, that’s the impression she had gotten after having to listen to him tell them time and time again how he was basically the brain of this entire operation. Not that she objected, considering that Josephine herself wasn’t particularly known for making the smartest of decisions. She was more of a ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ kind of person; after all someone had to play that part and she was happy to volunteer. “You always gotta announce that, mate? If so we probably should talk about that later.” The brunette grinned, looking across the room until she spotted the man whose Irish brogue could be heard now as he remained at his assigned spot, blending in perfectly with the rest of the security staff that overlooked the event. Josephine herself was attending as one of the guests, able to roam a little freer without raising too much suspicion. That is, until Raj would guide her behind the scenes, which they suspected to be heavily guarded considering what was hidden there. Her gaze kept wandering across the crowd; arms dealer, human traffickers, terrorists and other scum –– London’s elite, disguised as model citizens seemingly raising money for a good cause. She knew nothing could have been further from the truth. “Hilarious. How long do you think it would take them to tackle you down if I were to upload an arrest warrant for you right now? Care to find out? If so, just keep it up, mate.“ The tone of the hacker’s voice was still light and cheerful, not letting the grifter on the other end of the line get to him in the slightest. “How about you two save it for later and focus?“ Clara’s voice suddenly rang through the earpieces of everyone involved in the operation. She sounded tense and for some reason Josephine couldn’t help but feel monitored, knowing that Clara’s focus was most likely not aimed at the big picture either but rather her niece whom she permitted to get in the middle of it all. Even if Josephine hadn’t given her much of a choice to begin with. Still, she knew that her aunt was already regretting having caved as she stood behind Raj, watching everything that was happening from the screens in front of them with no chance to interfere in case things went south. “You have to stop fidgeting on that dress or else someone might think you intend to blow up this entire place.“ Ryan ––one of Cerberus’ hitters–– whispered into her ear and it was only then that she realized how her fingers balled up the delicate fabric of her dress. She hadn’t even noticed that he was standing behind her while she had been going through their plan in her head for what seemed to be the umpteenth time tonight. “Oh wait … wasn’t that the plan?“ Josephine returned and let go of the dress, a smirk adorning her lips in order to conceal just how nervous she was despite having insisted repeatedly that she was ready. And she was … even if that didn’t help easing her nerves. Fortunately, Raj’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Kitty? Do you copy? How much longer do you need?“ “Package is in position.“ Also known as ‘the explosive is set in place and just waiting to go boom‘ as Kitty liked to call it during their strategy meetings. “It’s showtime!“ Kitty said in response and Josephine could only imagine the bright grin that tugged on the tiny girl’s lips as she said those words. Kitty was always one who enjoyed wrecking havoc and if she got to mess with Hydra all at once then that was merely the cherry on top. “Alright then. Everyone knows what they are supposed to do once this goes down. In the meantime, Josie, let’s go hunting.“ The brunette swallowed hard and turned around, eyes meeting Ryan’s as she passed him, knowing that Clara must have asked him to keep an eye on her. But he couldn’t follow her where she was going and at that realization she actually caught herself being pretty grateful for the fact that at least Raj would stay with her. Even if only as the voice of reason inside her head. “Alright, the timer is set. See you on the other side!“ Kitty squealed excitedly, causing Josephine to grin in amusement. That girl really was batshit crazy. Which in Josie’s book made her very likable. She could only hope they both made it out of here alive so she could enjoy Kitty’s insanity a little longer.

With an impeccable suit made especially for the occasion, Oliver regarded the guests with what could only be calculated disinterest. He’d never been one for parties, though he was only here to make sure everything went after plan. Being one of Hydra’s best assassins — the best, if his numbers were anything to look at — he assumed the high-ranking members felt a lot safer with him there, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. After all, if anything were to happen, Oli wouldn’t hesitate to take them out. It was a long time since Hydra had seen such a ruthless and loyal solider, if it had ever existed before. 

“Anything?” came a voice in his earpiece. It was from Logan, another soldier tasked with observing the guests and keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. “There's nothing on my end, unless you count the obscenely dressed lady with the biggest ass I’ve seen in my life right in front of me. Ms. Bingham, I’m pretty sure her name is. I would love to hit that, man.” Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Oli kept his thoughts to himself. Logan was the type of person who could never shut up, talking about anything and everything and way too often. It was all nonsense Oliver couldn’t have cared less about, and it was all irrelevant to the mission at hand, which was the most annoying. Oli only ever passed on important information, as they should, and was more than annoyed to be stuck with Logan’s voice in his head for the night. As the good soldier he was, however, he kept his annoyance to himself. 

Scanning the room, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. People were mingling, talking, and drinking, as people did at parties like these. The conversations about what this place truly hid wouldn’t be discussed so blatantly amongst whoever were intelligent enough to pay attention to other people’s conversations. 

“Negative,” he announced. “All good here.” For now, at least. Oli had a feeling that was about to change, and his intuitive gut-feeling was rarely wrong. It was one of the reasons he was so good at what he did — he listened to his gut, and he was good at paying attention to details. So far everything might be okay, but the second that changes, he would know. 

“Good as in you have a hot piece of candy to look at? ‘Cause damn, your uptight, serious attitude makes me think you haven’t gotten laid in a while. You really should consider all the advices I’ve given you and find yourself a tall blonde to get it on with. I’m sure that’ll loosen you up,” Logan’s voice sounded in his earpiece. How Logan was a decent assassin Oli sure didn’t know, but at this point he’d gotten pretty good at tuning him out, so that’s exactly what he did. He would’ve turned his earpiece off if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was ordered to keep it on, in case anything did happen on Logan’s end.

Oli made his way around the room, ignoring all of Logan’s babbling as his eyes scanned everything and everyone for something looking out of the ordinary. He still had a feeling something was wrong, or at least about to go wrong, but so far everything seemed to be in place. Locking eyes with one of the generals across the room, which immediately had Oli straighten his back to perfection, he gave a small nod indicating that everything was in order, to which he received a nod and a smile as the general turned away. So far, so good.