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The formalities were almost over.
She had fucked up for the last time for The Twelve and going back to them would surely end up in a certain death. Konstantin had told her as much.
Hélène hadn’t been so kind but sending Rhian after her was all the message she needed.
She had money and means but… living in hiding? Not her thing.
As a last resort, Villanelle had offered her services to Carolyn who after berating her for not knowing how to do anything else but killing people, decided to give her one last chance.
Just the one. Said the older woman.
Villanelle smiled, it was easy to get a job when you’re capable of killing.
Or at least that’s what she thought.
“There's a main clause here in this whole document…” Villanelle looked towards a boring and bleak picture in the wall as –a week later- Carolyn’s voice carried on and on.
Suddenly there was just silence, so she turned her attention back to the woman who was looking at her with a stony expression.
“Are you listening?” she asked her.
The blond tried to discreetly –not really- roll her eyes.
She’d never been fond of authority figures, listening to people and doing as told weren't her main strengths either.
“Sorry” she drawled bored “I got sidetracked” she added with a polite –and clearly fake- smile.
She placed her hands back in her lap and looked straight at the eyes of Carolyn, like a good little soldier.
“I said if you break this rule you’re out of here” repeated the woman serious, looking at her from above her specs, Villanelle sat up a little straighter.
“What is it?” she asked curious, she hadn’t mention such thing when she offered to take her into MI6.
She was going to be a spy. She didn’t know spies had rules.
She wasn’t fond of rules, all her life, rules applied only to the suckers who bothered to hear them.
“You have to do what our agent Eve Polastri tells you to do” she said “She’ll be conducting a similar role to a handler and she’ll be our main point of contact for information and delicate intel”
Villanelle snorted
“Eve Polastri?”
Villanelle was sick of Eve.
Eve-Eve-Eve
After the whole Rome fiasco Villanelle was sure she would never see the woman again.
What she had been about to do… shot her in the back as she walked away.
The reality of what she thought of doing was precisely what made her walk out of that life.
How could she chose to kill somone she loved instead of letting it free?
She had frozen in fear that time. She hoped there would be no next time.
It was fairly easy, she didn’t want to work with Eve Polastri.
Eve made her feel things she had never felt before –that was true-, she made her feel….elated, needy, happy, enamored, but then she would do or say something wrong and Eve with cold eyes and hard words would make her feel uncomfortable, wrong, as if she wasn’t human enough to have a real relationship or understand about shit in life.
She made her feel inadequate, as if she had to prove something to her just to be in the same room.
She made her feel sick and like a real psychopath.
She didn’t like it.
She was tired of feeling things when the woman was around.
“This wasn’t mentioned when I came to ask for the job” she spat, her accent curling into her words, making her sound harsher.
“I know, but it’s been called to my attention that you need a tight handling” Carolyn smiled and Villanelle felt a hot blush rush up her neck. They probably had found Rhian’s body in the tracks of the subway, after all it’s hard to cover your tracks when there’s no handler to handle those pesky things.
“I don’t want you doing the messes you do for The Twelve, I will not tolerate that and Konstantin said you’re good when Eve is around, and Eve is in fact, around here a lot, so her position has changed and she’ll be in charge of you”
The woman pressed a button on her fancy intercom, leaving no room for discussion.
Villanelle willed the blush in her cheeks to go away.
She didn’t like the way Carolyn made it seem as if Eve would take care of her. If the woman was going to play Konstantin’s role in this whole thing, it would be a boring, tiresome affair.
She hated handlers, they were mean, rude, boring and usually just made her feel as if she wasn’t trusty enough to carry a whole operation in her hands.
“Eve will make sure you behave, and if something goes amiss specifically for breaking this rule, legal action will be taken over all the crimes you’ve done on the UK’s territory” the woman smiled softly to her, almost pleasantly.
Villanelle blinked taken aback, this was definitely not mentioned before...
“Please sent Mrs. Polastri in” said the MI6 head to the fancy apparatus buzzing under her hand.
“Yes Mrs. Martens, right away” answered a voice.