Marcus
Marcus stared at the maid, before giving a quick side eye to the crowd. This was a dangerous road. On one hand, if he got her going, he had the feeling it wouldn't end well. However, he also remembered that the reason he still had his balls was because he wouldn't back down. In that moment, a burning question echoed through his mind.
What the hell do I do now? It was a brief moment, one that lasted less than a second. But once that had ended, a nervous grin crept back onto his face.
He tightened the grip on her hair before slamming it into the ground. "I told you I don't like being told what to do," he growled again, this time his tone seemed even harsher than his grip, if that was even possible. "Besides, I don't ever remember saying we were together." Despite his harsh tone, he did use his other hand to trace her slender body, starting from her neck and deliberately gliding around her breasts just to tease her. He couldn't really enjoy it because of the cloth, but it didn't matter. It was all about getting something from her.
Hazel
The blond woman stood in front of a large building, her hair swaying gently in the breeze. A small cloud of smoke accompanied a deep exhale, her chest deflating along with the tension in her body. Her head tilted upward, following the smoke as it flew into the sky, dissipating into the air just beyond her head. It was strange. The smoke created by her cigarette could not last as long as the smoke created by real fire. Something about that thought made her a little sad. But of course, that didn't matter. Smoke was smoke after all.
BOOOOOOM!
An explosion went off in the building in front of her. Three corpses were thrown in front of her, men dressed in stunning cop uniforms. Of course, they looked a lot better with bullet holes in them. Parker stepped out of the building, dragging a barely conscious cop out of the building. The man's face was covered in the blood of his coworkers, his face overwhelmed with shock and fear. "Just this one?" he asked.
Hazel's head tilted downward, glancing at the man on cold concrete. "I just came to deliver a message to this company. Tell them they are getting robbed soon," she said, placing the paper in the man's hand. Just as the paper made contact with his skin, his entire body was encased in ice. That look of terror was forever immortalized in the ice. With her job done, she pulled out the paper given to her by the pirate. "That's so sweet of him," she said with a smile. "You know, the rest of you should do extra work like this too."
Parker simply turned his head and grunted. "I don't like him."
Hazel turned around, not bothering to give him the time of day. "Don't get jealous. C'mon, we have a few more places to hit before the day is done."