𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.
꧁ The story of a woman who is highly trained in espionage and assassination, with a man who owns billions worth of riches with the heart of gold and the brain of Einstein ꧂
"𝐹𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒...
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current location; One's Bat Cave.
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The team has been working relentlessly to locate where will Rovach's goons will go next. Finally, after their never-ending work to locate Rovach's goons' next destination, their hard work finally paid off. It seems like the team is going to Las Vegas after all.
Eight heard Three cried out, "We're going to Vegas, baby!"
One indicates the group to huddle up at the desk in the middle of the room. Then, he started, "Las Vegas has more facial recognition software than any place on Earth."
Eight rolled her eyes at One's statement. She has been on countless missions in Vegas to know how the security system works in Vegas like the back of her hand. She muttered to the group, "Don't I know it."
Three tapped the desk with his finger multiple times before saying excitedly, "Oh, I know what I'm going to be." To which One almost immediately replied with, "Choose your disguises wisely."
Three defensively said to One, "I'm a grown man, I can handle my shit."
"I don't think that's how the expression goes." One said to Three. "Don't handle your shit. Flush it down the toilet like a grown-ass man. Be subtle. Blend in. Disappear."
"Really, though," Eight said to the team. "Blend in."
Hours, before they depart to Las Vegas, Two and Three were preparing their choice of weapons they want to take with them. Three looked at Two as a question came out of his mouth, "Kill them all?"
Two nodded with a smirk, "Mm-hmm,"
With a satisfied shook of his head, Three whispered to himself, "Love it."
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