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"We have a defcon two" Agent Three whispered into her headpiece as multiple other similarly dressed, suited women rushed by her to the corner of the tall Restaurants' roof.
This was on course to be a disaster, they shouldn't have trusted a civilian with an issue this big, They should have replaced them with their own stand in. The problem was she was too keen of mind and would easily sense the plot if they were to intervene so boldly.
But now they were forced to take drastic measures, They were already preparing countermeasures for her interference before they even began their descent down the side of the building. The rattling of equipment could be heard as they attached their ropes to the railing above the top floors penthouse. They had already ensured no other restaurant patrons would speak out if they saw any of the personnel, after all, they were paid actors, hired to make sure there were no surprises or outliers unaccounted for. Aside from her of course.
Commands were shot back and forth about the condition of the cargo, the civilian entrusted had dropped it and now it could not make contact with target point B, Other units were being ordered into position within the building, this was a risky move but they had no other choice. They only hoped she wouldn't make it more difficult than it needed to be.
They rappelled down the side of the building with all the elegance and grace of trained professionals, perfectly in sync they partly blended into the night sky around them as they lowered themselves to the floor below. Unfortunately they knew they wouldn't blend in enough.
Misaki lowered her drink, incredibly slowly placing the champagne back on the ornate table, staring intensely at the windows, Watching the well dressed agents descending silently and in larger numbers than she would like.
She gulped, So they'd figured her out did they?
How did they know? Dumb question they probably had people tracking her all of the time. She was lucky she was facing the windows, or she may have missed the, what she could only say was an omen. She knew what they were here for... But she was so careful! she was sure she kept it hidden, she made sure none of the suits found out about her plans, She instinctively put a hand to her pocket to feel the item that was surely causing this full scale response.
If they were onto her then she had to act fast, She didn't want them to get in the way, in the way those suits often do, This was something she couldn't allow them to have their way in. She saw them disappear below her sight line and she knew her time was already ticking. She figured all the people in this room were fake customers, no way nobody else saw that, she suddenly felt very outnumbered.
"Are you okay?" She was shaken from her thoughts by the blonde sitting across from her, Clueless as to the chaos that was slowly unfolding around her. "You look a little pale Misaki are you feeling sick?" Kokoro asked concerned.
"No, Just thinking I was a little overdressed" She muttered even thought this was a five star restaurant and that was probably impossible, She eyed the door, shit, they already had a chick on the exit. She had to cause a distraction, Thankfully she was not without her own tricks. It seems this night was going to get a whole lot more interesting.
"You go ahead and order I'm just going to freshen up in the bathroom." She said excusing herself from the table ignoring Kokoro's puzzled look, The lady at the exit watched her enter the bathroom but did not move.
When she was out of sight she flipped out her phone and dialed a number.
"We're hatching plan B they're onto us." She said after the phone was picked up. There was silence on the line before a smooth voice responded.
"Give me five minutes. I will fashion an opening."
"Make it three. Give the signal when its about to happen." Misaki replied hanging up the phone, she returned to her seat and apologized to Kokoro for her absence
"Are you sure everything's alright?" Kokoro asked once more.
"Splendid." Misaki flashed her a smile as Kokoro stared at her. A conspicuously not-a-suit dressed as a waitress arrived at their tables and Misaki may have been convinced this was a regular waitress if not for the sunglasses, indoors, at night, or the earpiece she made no effort to hide.
Kokoro switched her attention to the 'waitress' and looked at her expectantly, seemingly not noticing the glaringly obvious member of her bodyguard taking their orders, Misaki just glared at her.
"Unfortunately there has been some trouble in the kitchens and dessert may be delayed." She said cryptically.
'What the hell was that supposed to mean' Misaki thought to herself, They were sending her a message clearly, was it a warning? A threat? Were they telling her not to do it? Needless to say she wasn't going to play their game, whatever they had planned.
"Thank you for telling us…" Kokoro said as the suit retreated from their table.
"We hadn't even ordered our first meal yet." Kokoro commented and Misaki had to raise a brow.
"You're not usually one to question out of place remarks, you usually go with anything, aren't I supposed to be the normal one?"
"You've been anything but normal tonight." Kokoro stated, looking at her menu, the blonde was at least the more perceptive of them, that much was true.
"I feel like doing something crazy. Maybe you've gotten to me after all these years." Misaki grinned, and Kokoro tilted her head, Her interest piqued.
"What are you up to." Kokoro narrowed her eyes playfully, Misaki wasn't worried that Kokoro suspected she was up to something, in fact she needed it if her plan was going to work. She'd hoped things would go smoother than this but evidently she needed to do it how she always did, By the seat of her pants.
Her phone buzzed and Misaki grabbed Kokoro's hand.
"Just a slight change of plans, Want to follow my lead for once?" Misaki asked, watching as Kokoro looked around, a rare moment of hesitation from her partner.
"O-Okay" She conceded, As Kokoro stopped talking the lights fluttered out. That was the opening, The other customers looked around confusedly and Misaki lead Kokoro by the hand as fast as she could out the room while the suit was talking rapidly into the earpiece, trying to gauge the situation.
"We have an emergency power has gone out to the building we have a defcon one all units between here and the ground floor on standby secure Lady Tsurumaki and Okusawa's safety, Run overall strategic countermeasures up to and including an assassination attempt, Agent seven confirm visual on precious cargo.
The Suit looked towards the table to find them missing. What? They must have slipped past her in the dark, what a callous disregard of her post.
"Cannot confirm I repeat cannot confirm Lady Okusawa has made a move we have a situation bravo on our hands, pull half of the recovery personnel out we need to ensure they do not leave the building."
"Misaki what's going on?" Kokoro barely managed out as Misaki dragged her down the stairs, They were already three floors down the six floored building before Misaki pulled her out of the stairwell.
"You're just going to have to trust me." Misaki said as she positioned herself by the elevator watching the lights above it glowing from the ground floor to the top floor, No doubt the suits reinforcing where they thought she still was, She patiently waited until it landed on the top floor then pressed down, Slipping right by those suits and securing her way all the way to ground floor, Her backup should be ready to intervene there too.
They entered the elevator and pressed the button, Kokoro giving her looks but staying silent, content to go with the flow for now. Misaki took this time to subtly check the message that had served as her signal.
'19:46 - You know for a kitten who doesn't like how the suits operate on such a dramatic and convoluted manner, you sure planned a heist to rival even their scale of bewilderment. ~HPT'
Misaki huffed and pocketed it again. Well maybe she went a little to far in her countermeasures, But this was something she wanted to do herself, All her plans, she wanted to show those overbearing suits what she could do, After all, you only really ever get one chance to propose.