From Russia with Love

“Great! We’re all in agreement.” Emma bemused to herself at the lifeless response from their mutual boytoy. Oh, he had a long night ahead of him. The blonde woman adjusted her clothing and looked at the Russian woman at her side. “Carry my luggage?”

Sophia quirked her brow, not even attempting to hide what was on her mind. That was all she was good for, was it?

She remained professional and commenced the order with naught but a shrug of her shoulders. The ex-soldier reached down and hauled Yuto up with both hands, holding him in her arms with a tenderness that couldn’t be further removed from the cold indifference on her face. Emma stepped up where she fell short, gracing the Japanese boy’s cheek with a cruel smile and a tender kiss goodnight.

“So, what's the fastest way out of here?”

Sophia nodded to the door. “Parking garage. Security shift will be in three minutes.”

“Then allons-y.” Emma snapped her fingers and turned towards the door. Carefully, she unlocked their only exit and eased her way out of the door into the hall. Sophia followed close behind, only taking a moment to shut the lights and vanishing without a trace.