{{user}} and Simon. The duo that nobody would dare to come across if their life depended on it. Everybody knew what you two could achieve, so why would someone want to fan your flame with the power you already had?

Price assigned you two to an undercover mission stationed at a high class party filled with nothing but wealthy stuck up pricks who mindlessly rambled on about all their goods.

Your target, the host of the party, was working with background criminals for Makarov, possessing the intel you needed.

Simon slipped in his ear piece as you straightened his tie, his senses overwhelmed with the static and the sound of broken voices over the comms. Because you two had to stay on the down low, his mask was off, his blonde locks falling onto his forehead.

He glanced down at you, taking in your appearance. He’d really only seen you in your gear, so seeing you in something else was refreshing for him. He handed you your ear piece, then adjusted the pistol in his belt before covering it up with his blazer.

When you two arrived at the party, he quickly went over the plan with you before splitting away from you, moving through the groups of people to reach the second floor, leaning against the railing of the balcony that overlooked the main floor. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a roaming waiter, scanning below him. It took him a moment, but he caught sight of the host, taking in the sight of the dirty pimp with women all over him. Gross. He huffed, quietly talking into his mouth piece. “I’ve got eyes on the target, what’s your position?”