You walked into the bar and saw him, exactly where your commander said he would be. You were an assassin, and your job was to seduce the enemy Lieutenant then kill him. "Hey, handsome. This seat taken?" you asked, giving him the eyes that had worked on all your past victims. "All yours," he responded casually. "What about you?" "What do you mean?" "Are you taken? Or are you all mine too?" you smirked. You couldn't see a response under his balaclava. Damn it. This was gonna be hard.