All.
Getting out, she put money in the meter, opting to skip using the electronic option so there was no paper trail. Yeah, she had fake cards, but still…
For this mission, she wanted to do it as lowkey as possible. The team needed this asshole handled to tie up Devon Slater’s loose ends, and more importantly, because they weren’t sure if the man had hired him to go after the Blackhawks next.
Maura had sent out an alert to the team to keep their ears open and cover their bases.
So, cover it she would.
Going to the trunk, she grabbed her things, and headed in. At the desk, she could see the man going into the locker room to get changed.
So, she headed to the desk and made up some story about buying a one-day pass to try the gym out before she joined. The woman was nice enough to do that, and to give her a tour.
That gave Jinx the ability to scope the place out without looking out of place. The whole time, she made sure to ask questions, be loud enough that people would overhear, and no one would be suspicious.
In that time, the man came out, in workout clothing, and got on a treadmill.
Perfect.
She did the same after her tour and then got right on the treadmill beside him. Before that, she took off her wedding ring and slipped it into her bra.
It was time to use her Snake charms to get the job done.
Oh, it was a good thing Rogue wasn’t around because she was about to flirt her ass off.
As she started jogging on the treadmill, she knew the man was watching her from the corner of his eyes, and he should be. She was wearing tight workout clothing, and her tits were bouncing.
Thank you, pregnancy.
Momma had to make some coin.
When he slowed down to walk, she inadvertently hit the button to make her treadmill stop suddenly.
“Oh, shit,” she said, sighing.
The man beside her laughed.
“I hate when I do that. Then, I have to start all over again,” he stated.
She shrugged.
“Nah, I take it as a sign from the universe that I’m done working out. That’s between God and my ass,” she stated, the thick Russian accent out.
He grinned.
“Well, your ass looks fine from here,” he stated.
She batted her eyes at him. At least he was an easy target, and her lace-front wig wouldn’t be getting sweaty.
These things were pricey.
She held out her hand.
“Bunnie,” she stated, introducing herself to him. “Bunnie Mariya.”
He accepted her hand, and shook it.
“Bunnie?” he asked.
