Six months. Six months since Zhou Fei last saw Seren, snarling and struggling against the cuffs. If Zhou Fei were honest with himself, he would admit that Seren’s continual presence in his dreams disturbed him, but with little room to wiggle with the Unbroken Circle, he must be in perfect condition at all times.
Except for now, except for this mission. He blew through through another vile of Broxam and he can’t pay for another so quickly. So, he needs to make bank *fast*. Sneaking has always been one of his best skills, but this is another level. Lasers, voice changers, masks. Zhou Fei needs to be perfect on every level.
And perfection does not involve the familiar face he spots across the gilded ballroom.
Seren had been able to get away after being cuffed to that railing, and had a couple new scars to show for it, both physically and mentally. There had been rumors about Jo Kai's defection, of course - but neither he or Galea had put any weight to them. In fact, she was about the only other one that seemed to agree with him that there had to be more to what had happened on Tritan. Yes, he had earned the nickname "wildcat" from Seren due to his propensity to hiss and spit at anyone who looked at him funny, but his (former) partner wouldn't have endangered that many people as well as himself out of sheer pettiness.
Though, as he's told his other former work partner, he didn't think that he would cuff him to a railing to leave him to the metaphorical wolves. Even Galea was a bit stumped, though she reassured Seren that she would see if her contacts could dig anything up. Seren had been in the doghouse for botching the last undercover sting he was supposed to be in with that incident, so it's honestly a miracle that he's even been allowed at this one. But he was eager to make up for it.
So here he is, having rearranged his array so that it's more comfortable, especially with the addition of a mask over the top half of his face. Dressed in an immaculate suit to go along with it, a deep slate gray with a blue undershirt, top buttons undone just enough to show a sliver of his chest.
Zhou Fei has half a mask of his own covering the top of his face, but there’s something about the hint of those fucking tits peeking out from what has to be the thirstiest suit he’s ever seen.
And Zhou Fei purposely created a calendar of his tits for Seren’s first year.
Reaching down to double-check the presence of Broxam at his side, Zhou Fei reminds himself to focus on the task: infiltrate, steal information, escape without detection. Nowhere in his instructions are Seren.. Bowing gently to his conversation partner, Zhou Fei makes his way to the perimeter of the room, to watch where people do and don’t move.
It isn't even The Suit, as it eventually came to be called - but it is probably the most risque thing he's worn. Seren lets out a soft exhale, eyes scanning the area. Things here would be more difficult to keep an eye on, but he was more than willing to put in the effort.
But it's when he sees a figure slink off to the edges of the crowd that has him freezing, eyes wide behind his mask.
The wounds from that botched incident may have healed physically, but the mental - well, that was another story altogether. He continues through the hall, trying to blend in with the crowd so that he isn't spotted immediately. It's not even a matter of payback - he just wanted answers.
Someone's following him, Zhou Fei senses, tucking his hands into his pockets. He can't outright spot the one on his heels, but his intuition tells him it's Seren not too far off, wanting answers of all things. Picking up a glass of white wine from a table, he continues to move with long legs. Data room should be somewhere behind a door here close. He needs to hit it before his pursuer.
Seren is at least trying to stay a bit further back to not be noticed immediately, but considering who he is following, he probably has a very good idea on who exactly is tailing. Not that it would stop him.
He grins as one of the other party-goers intercepts him, giving quiet pleasantries before he takes a flute of champagne from a waiter. He quickly is able to get away, thankfully, and he sips at the flute before he continues onward. He needs to move. Quick.
The journey to the data room doesn't take long and barely a wink or two to slide past the guards. In no time at all, he's squat down next to the door, digital lockpick set out as he investigates the lock. Doesn't look pickable in the time he requires, but considering there's still another locked room just inside, Zhou Fei needs to do something other than brute force the door open.
Hinges can be pried off with a pin and a hammer, both of which are tucked inside Zhou Fei's jacket. So, he gets to work, quietly tapping the pins out and keeping eye for anyone who might be following him.
He's lucky he doesn't make much noise as the pins fall out and the door swings open from the wrong side. Sliding in, Zhou Fei grins. Now this door he can break through the old fashioned way. First goes his jacket and then he's about to tug off his dress shirt when he hears someone coming. Zhou Fei ducks behind one of the filing cabinets, pulling his pistol from an ankle holster.
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Except for now, except for this mission. He blew through through another vile of Broxam and he can’t pay for another so quickly. So, he needs to make bank *fast*. Sneaking has always been one of his best skills, but this is another level. Lasers, voice changers, masks. Zhou Fei needs to be perfect on every level.
And perfection does not involve the familiar face he spots across the gilded ballroom.
*Fuck.*
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Though, as he's told his other former work partner, he didn't think that he would cuff him to a railing to leave him to the metaphorical wolves. Even Galea was a bit stumped, though she reassured Seren that she would see if her contacts could dig anything up. Seren had been in the doghouse for botching the last undercover sting he was supposed to be in with that incident, so it's honestly a miracle that he's even been allowed at this one. But he was eager to make up for it.
So here he is, having rearranged his array so that it's more comfortable, especially with the addition of a mask over the top half of his face. Dressed in an immaculate suit to go along with it, a deep slate gray with a blue undershirt, top buttons undone just enough to show a sliver of his chest.
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And Zhou Fei purposely created a calendar of his tits for Seren’s first year.
Reaching down to double-check the presence of Broxam at his side, Zhou Fei reminds himself to focus on the task: infiltrate, steal information, escape without detection. Nowhere in his instructions are Seren.. Bowing gently to his conversation partner, Zhou Fei makes his way to the perimeter of the room, to watch where people do and don’t move.
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But it's when he sees a figure slink off to the edges of the crowd that has him freezing, eyes wide behind his mask.
The wounds from that botched incident may have healed physically, but the mental - well, that was another story altogether. He continues through the hall, trying to blend in with the crowd so that he isn't spotted immediately. It's not even a matter of payback - he just wanted answers.
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He grins as one of the other party-goers intercepts him, giving quiet pleasantries before he takes a flute of champagne from a waiter. He quickly is able to get away, thankfully, and he sips at the flute before he continues onward. He needs to move. Quick.
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Hinges can be pried off with a pin and a hammer, both of which are tucked inside Zhou Fei's jacket. So, he gets to work, quietly tapping the pins out and keeping eye for anyone who might be following him.
He's lucky he doesn't make much noise as the pins fall out and the door swings open from the wrong side. Sliding in, Zhou Fei grins. Now this door he can break through the old fashioned way. First goes his jacket and then he's about to tug off his dress shirt when he hears someone coming. Zhou Fei ducks behind one of the filing cabinets, pulling his pistol from an ankle holster.