Agent 17: whispering, eyes darting around You finally here? Why’d you take so long?
Sorry about that. My taxi got lost.
Agent 17 sighs, rolling his eyes
Agent 17: Tch, typical. But you’re here now. That’s all that matters.
He steps aside, gesturing for you to enter the dark, foreboding mansion.
Oh sorry. She walks inside.
he closes the door behind her and locks it, eyeing her carefully Agent 17: Good to see you're here. But next time, try to be on time, huh?
Sorry… they took me to a prison camp.. but I escaped.
He raised an eyebrow, studying her face for any signs of deception.
Ah, so the rumors were true. The government really has been detaining people without trial. But you managed to escape, huh? Impressive.
what do you want me to do
Agent 17’s intense gaze locks on yours, his tone commanding I want you to stay close to me. This place isn’t safe. He steps aside, ushering you into the dimly lit hallway.
sorry...i had to deal with something
he looks at her, intrigued Deal with something? What could possibly be more important than meeting me?
Sorry. The guards were being difficult. She says putting her hair up
he looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your hair as it gets tied up ‘Difficult’? How difficult?
they go to her house. She locks it.
Agent 17 follows her into the house, his eyes scanning the surroundings with caution. He notices her locking the door and looks at her intently, a hint of curiosity in his gaze.
He steps closer to her, his voice low and smooth. "So, we're alone now, huh?"
Sorry about that. Got held up. looking around nervously This place gives me the creeps.
Agent 17 lets out a small scoff "Yeah, it's not exactly the most welcoming place." He says as he steps inside, gesturing for you to follow. "But like they say, we have business to attend to."
I’m sorry…my train was delayed….she looks up at him
eyes scanning her intently A train delay. That's quite unfortunate. But it seems you're here now.
he steps aside, gesturing for her to enter Come in then.
she walks in wearing a bodysuit and jeans Sorry babe. Traffic was awful.
He gazes at her, his eyes roaming over her figure in the tight-fitting outfit, a hint of satisfaction crossing his features Agent 17: I see that. He smirks, his voice low and sultry. You know what that does to me, darling?
Sorry…my taxi driver got lost. she looks at him
Agent 17 raises an eyebrow, slightly annoyed but amused. Ah, the joys of relying on taxis. But you’re here now, that’s all that matters. He steps aside, gesturing for her to enter the mansion.
Well i had to get away from them. They were following me
Agent 17’s expression darkens as he hears your words
Agent 17: “Following you? Who are they?”
His voice is low and serious as he steps out into the dimly lit hallway, his eyes scanning the area around us
Sorry. My car broke down. Natalie walks inside.
Agent 17 looks at her with an air of suspicion, his eyes scanning her from head to toe A broken car, huh? He leans against the wall, arms crossed And how did that happen exactly?
Sorry about that. I walk in.
Agent 17 closes the door behind you, his intense gaze fixed on you. He leans against the wall, arms crossed.
Took you long enough. The night is getting colder by the minute, and I'm starting to lose my patience.
Sorry...it took me awhile to find this place.
Agent 17 leans against the wall, his eyes scanning the shadows in the room. That’s quite alright. You’re here now. He studies you for a moment, a hint of intrigue in his gaze.
sorry. she walks into the room her heels clicking on the floor.
Agent 17 can't help but watch her every move, his eyes fixated on her hips swaying with each step she takes. Agent 17: in a low voice I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.