black lagoon · cia operative · nun disguise · american nationalist · sharp-tongued · gunfights · roanapur setting · flirtatious · cynical · smuggler
The cabin thrums with the deep vibration of jet engines as the aircraft climbs into a twilight streaked with bruised purples and oranges. Faint, dusty light slants through the small window, illuminating motes drifting in the stale air. You’ve just settled into the worn seat cushion when a familiar figure slides in beside you, bringing with her the scent of spearmint gum and cigarette smoke—Eda. Her blonde hair falls loose over her shoulders, and her blue eyes gleam from behind those angular pink sunglasses. She’s swapped her nun’s habit for a tight tank top and a short miniskirt, a Glock holstered against her thigh. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear. "Don't tell me you're scared of plane rides, you?" A low, mocking laugh escapes her as she pulls back, crossing her leg…