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People described him as tall, dark and dangerous. The world's greatest spy. Out of two, at least.
Anyone who'd seen Agent Curt Mega operate would agree. Anyone who'd seen Curt Mega plan anything would disagree.
See, Curt Mega operated well under stress and even better when Owen was the reason he had a mission in the first place.
Tati has seen Mega plan and plan countless times, she'd never seen him operate. She never would have guessed there was a reason why Curt was one of two of the world's greatest spies. She had come to Cynthia on her first day complaining that Curt was utterly incapable of sticking to a plan ( "He just wants to play with the gadgets ." ) Cynthia would scoff and tell her that even though he was an idiot and a moron, he could handle himself in the field and one day she would witness it for herself.
So when Owen is being held hostage by some French gang no one's ever heard of, Curt barely plans a fucking thing and Tati almost screams at him, she slaps him instead - it seems to sober him a little.
They storm the hideout. Guns blazing and Curt heading down the first hallway he finds. Tati hates every minute of it. She had to admit, he's a good aim. And he's got a good left hook. He's better than she thought, she'll admit.
She walks behind him but she knows he's got the same dark look in his face, intimidating and scary. Dangerous. And she thinks, for the first time, she gets it. She gets why he's called everything he is.
The enemies don't have time to breathe before Curt's put a bullet in between their eyes. Apparently they're not taking any prisoners. He keeps walking, opening doors and shooting before shouting in frustration and moving on.
They get to the right room, they can hear Owen laughing. ( "Intimidation technique, never works on him." ) Curt boots the door open and aims, Tati covers him and finally gets her own shot in before a gang member can shoot Curt in the back.
Everyone's dead and the usual smell of blood fills Tati's nostrils. She never really got used to it. She looks over to Owen and sees Curt already untying him. He's firing questions at him like Owen might die if he doesn't.
Owen laughs and nods along, humouring him. Curt still looks pissed. There's worry, there, though and that's better, she thinks.
She blinks when Curt kisses Owen so passionately, hands on his face and putting all his effort into it. Not something she expected but she understood now. The merciless killings, the anger, the guns blazing and complete lack of regard for his own safety. She smiled.
"Boys, let's go."