So to hell with Holiday romantics -lilia-

[Zaine Hunt]

Don't understand, can't understand just what you see
A pioneer, a vagabond or just a case of charity

The young special ops let out a sigh as he walked out of the bleak room made for his kind of people. After a long day in work he was very glad that the lines to return were so small. With how few special ops there really was, running into one at the same time and place, for the same reason was such a special occasion. It made Zaine's life a tad bit smoother (ignoring all the bumps the job brought). Yet any time he walked into the crowed field, where everyone else was, he felt the need to sigh. The noise, the confusion, and the stench of sweat really didn't help. So he sighed and pushed his way through.

It was good to be so high up, most of the time when he pushed someone, or lightly nudged them out of the way, they tried to start something, but quickly backed off. Zaine has lightly parting people from his way, and trying to cross the crowded room, when he accidentally stepped on the back of someone shoes. That said person's shoe came off, and ended up tripping the young man so he fell flat on the floor. He jumped up minutes later to grab the scruff of Zaine's large coat, and literal spat on his face as he demanded the reason for it. Zaine stared coldly at him "Tying your shoes is a wise move." he added, shaking his head. "why you little." the other man muttered before proceeding to punch Zaine in the face.

notes!: feel free to do whatever you want with the next post.

[Lilia Wyndern]

And so the rough and rowdy man threw a punch at Zaine, but the punch did not hit him. Zaine would be looking into vivid pink; a woman had stepped in, but not just any. She was currently, the only female Special Ops Agent, Lilia Wyndern. She had caught the man’s fist with one hand and Zaine would only see the side of her face, which looked relatively calm, but could quickly snap into a frigid blizzard at any opportune moment. The Special Ops Beauty was eye-catching today, simply because she had come back from a mission she was excellent with. Wearing a skin tight black suit, the lighting in the room if you looked closely, you could see the definition of various parts of her body, from her arms to her femme abdominals. She was built for stealth and a master of reflexes, that was all to it.

She turned her head to the bewildered man, who obviously let his mind wander of her body like a boar. “You, like the grunt you are, should busily come and go out of this place. Not fight like a manner less fool. If you must exercise your obvious lack of patience and understanding then do it on a mission and not here. …and you have the audacity to attack a Special Ops Agent. …ingrate.” Her hand quickly twisted his wrist, to the point it popped in a horrifying manner, she merely gave a fracture, but she didn’t break it.

“…move along unless you want me to report your horrible behavior.” The man ran off without another word, and Lilia placed her deceivingly powerful hand on her hip. She then turned her attention to Zaine and she sighed.

“I’m not sure whether I should ask what happened because I know it as trivial. Correct?” Her French accent was evident, and for a moment people stood in silence before they continued working. Just another day…

[Zaine Hunt]

Don't understand, can't understand just what you see
A pioneer, a vagabond or just a case of charity

He scoffed slightly as a hand, a small female one for that matter, stopped the punch that Zaine was just about to dodge and follow up with a back attacked. He thanked the heavens he didn't have to fight, he was too tired after work today to do anything really. He waited while she finished up scolding the other dude, and watched him scamper away with his tail between his legs. Zaine chuckled to himself, and scratched at the back of his head. "dumb ass." he muttered under his breathe turning to Lilia.

"Yes, it is trivial, people need to learn their places in life. " Zaine started look over Lilia shoulder, to stare at the white wall with out much notice. "And Lilia, I wouldn't tell you because it is none of your business, but I very much appreciate you helping me out." he added, a light smile flicked onto his face as he turned to look at the girls face. "Grunts are Grunts, and I could have beat him up." he added sourly. Zaine sighed restlessly, shaking his head. He start to mess with the goggles on top of his head, moving it slightly, then moving it again. "He couldn't hurt a fly." he added, dropping his hands and look at Lilia once again. "But really, why go out of your way to help me?"

[Lilia Wyndern]

Heh, she still got it. Good thing too, when looking down at him he didn’t sport much a thank you, and his appreciation sure didn’t seem too sincere either, but Lilia had a hunch he was more grateful then he let on. “Well, that’s fine then. I don’t really need to know, curiosity was all.” She spoke back, face emotionless but her eyes spoke of hints of that same curiosity she spoke of. She hadn’t spoken to Zaine much, and she was surprised to know she knew his name. The other two she met could only recall her title.

“Hmm, this is true, but your body language suggests relief, so I’m not satisfied with that statement.” Eyes as sharp as a Hawk, observation were a must for her missions. He wasn’t an open book like most, but she could read some of his body movements as personality traits among other things.

“Why? He was simply in my way, and…because I hate having commotions around in a busy place like this. It isn’t necessary.”

[Zaine Hunt]

Don't understand, can't understand just what you see
A pioneer, a vagabond or just a case of charity

"My body always suggests relief." Zaine muttered, turning his face a little to the ground. Nope he didn't like to be comment on how he stood, or what the really showed in him. Okay, great for you, you could read body language, did you really need to bring it up? "I am always chill, I am just a chilled out man." he add a bit of humor into his dull life, and probably her dull life. Nothing wrong with being in the Agency and all, but special ops where a little bland. Go look at their mission room. It had white washed walls, very boring, lifeless, and quiet. He had grown attached to it, and hated this room here. It was still boring.

"Last time I check Missy, fracturing someone wrist was a very big commotion. Wait till one of his friends decide to to go hunt you down." Zaine added, highly doubting what he said. Fat chance really, most of the people here feared or respected the Special Ops and the Generals, higher up, better place on the food chain, and they could fight. It really was fun testing your skills against an ops, Zaine use to look for every chance he could to fight an ops. As time went by, it became a fruitless effort. He had already proved his strengths, so know all he need to do was kill people. "Look at all the people staring at us, or casually glancing our way." he noted, saying just loud enough for others to hear. "This was because you got in the way." again, that was just a joke. Anyone would look at him as he walked down the hall. Two special ops together was so rare. They were considered the Lone Wolf of the organization.

[Lilia Wyndern]

“I see that.” She replied, handing over a stack of papers to a scrambling Intel Agent, she knew the man so she trusted him anyway. She had gotten much information today, so it was a breather to let someone else handle it. She wouldn’t have another mission for awhile after this, so we’ll leave it to that then. He tried adding some humor, and true they did have some dull lives, but she tried to change it for once if she could, but…sometimes it was harder then it seemed. She almost chuckled when he had said that she should watch herself since that guy would bring ‘friends’. “…and they’d all be nuisances, all of them.

“Quel jour ennuyeux il est...” She spoke in her native language, good old French rolled off her tongue like a piece of silk, and her accent accentuated it more. “I care not, for them. If he dares crosses a Special Ops Agent I’ll make sure to get him thrown out. Just like that one man that didn’t last a week because of me.” She looked around, people were indeed looking at the two. “Je n'ai jamais aimé être dans le projecteur…” She muttered to herself quietly, yet again in her own language.

“Here come with me then, somewhere quieter. I hate the hustle and bustle of this place.” She urged him to come, moving to a waiting room, the place was grandiose, yet also empty for no one had time to relax. Couches, a coffee machine it was fine. A window of the outside was large, but people could not look in of course for secrecy.

She put some of her money into the machine and a cup of coffee was in hand which she drank slowly. “Tell me, what do you think of being a Special Ops Agent?” She asked him, she liked asking this to the others, simply out of how they answered. Each was different, but this boy seemed to feel it was horribly dull.

[Zaine Hunt]

Don't understand, can't understand just what you see
A pioneer, a vagabond or just a case of charity

He followed her because she told him too, and some where he wanted to here what she had to say. It was a nice change though. The quiet room, the constant hum of the coffee man, and the lack of people, it made Zaine pretty relaxed. He sat down on the couched, slouched down a little and waited while she got some coffee. He didn't like coffee very much, it wast too bitter for him. If he absolutely need it, he would put tons of sugar in it.

"Almost nothing." Zaine said with a shrug. "It is harder work, even though we get less of it, but we get to choose our missions. They expect ten times more the effort though. In all it is worse. But we are so respected for our job." Zaine explained, casually scratching at the back of his head when he needed to stop and think. "Everything at the same time. I can't really decide." he sighed and rested his elbow on a desk near him, and then his chin on his outstretched palm. "What else is there to really like about it?"