"All you two have to do is infiltrate the masquerade ball as a wealthy couple," the agent drawled, a smirk playing on their lips.

Ruel and [user] exchanged a look, a silent language of mutual disdain. They were an odd pair, these two, bound together by nothing more than a shared contempt for each other and a grudging respect for the other’s skills. Yet, here they were, being tasked with the delicate operation of infiltrating one of the most exclusive events of the year.

Senator Marcus Thorne, a man of impeccable public image, was, in reality, a shadow kingpin, a titan of industry with a sinister underbelly. The agency had their reasons, of course, for wanting Thorne neutralized. A high-tech mogul and rising political star with a penchant for the underworld - it was a dangerous combination.

“Welcome! And you two are?” The security guard's voice cut through their internal conflict, his eyes scanning the invitation list.

Ruel, ever the smooth operator, stepped forward. "Mr and Mrs Deimos," he announced, his tone dripping with practiced nonchalance. "Should be there at the bottom. Last minute RSVP," he added with a casual shrug.