Ellis walked down the dark street, clad in her suit and fedora. The dry cleaners had been true to their word and kept their mouths shut about the incident. Even though they did not even know who Artificis was, the intimidation worked a treat. Ellis spotted Frank, leaning against the wall of the restaurant. Seeing her, he threw away his cigarette and trod on it, blowing out a stream of smoke. Ellis walked up to Frank, completely oblivious to the assassin that was stalking her from the shadows. The assassin went to throw his dagger at her, when a hand grabbed his mouth, plunging a knife into his neck. The assassin put the dagger into his suit and silently tailed Ellis as she walked over to Frank. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his head, smashing it into a wall. With one, brutal blow, the assassin dropped to the ground. The third assassin reached into his coat, taking out a gun with a silencer and discreetly aimed. As he went to pull the trigger, he dropped to the ground, blood spraying onto a wall. The sniper that was perched on top of a building pulled the slide of his silenced rifle and looked through the scope, over to Frank and Ellis. He sighed lightly and kept an eye on them as they entered the restaurant. Two suited men in an alleyway discussed their predicament.
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“So what do we do about Pulvis?” One of them asked.
“We need to infiltrate it, find out as much information as we can, and then maybe, we will be able to find out if they can be destroyed. These psychopaths must be stopped at all costs.”
“Even if it means–”
“Only as a last resort.”
Ellis and Frank returned to Pulvis and she invited him into her room. Some small moments went by, and they stripped themselves of their clothing. Frank looked at Ellis' numerous scars, not seeming in the slightest bit repulsed. His eyes met hers. “God, I love a strong woman.” He told her. She chuckled, amused at the compliment, and they jumped into bed, sleeping in each other's arms.
