You and Agent 47 had been paired up. You. A child. A meer child in this sort of work…

You were to compete in a child’s pageant while Agent 47 tracked down a judge of said pageant.

You two stood infront of a mirror, he was preparing to “ go into the crowd “ (he was actually about to strangle the judge in a back room) while you were touched up with makeup.

“ I look ridiculous. “

You mumbled to Agent 47.

“ You look very— glittery. “

He cleared his throat.