Have I met you before?

EARTH, FRANCE, NICE - 2013

"---yes, I gotta meet this woman. She is, according to my inner circle, something of a loner. Skinny too." Agitating, hollow laugh echoed through the window. "I hear a good friend call her a skeleton. She will be perfect, I tell you. Perfect."

Pavvo de Seat spoke on the phone loudly and proudly. Donning a white mask, the green and black suit, and the rapid gestures near the window made him the perfect target for somebody watching in the trees.

AKA Kazi Hossain.

'Yep, definitely him.' 

Pavvo threw a piece of candy in his mouth. 

Kazi smiled and put down the binoculars. He was younger back then. His smile was graced with cool arrogance and he sat with one leg crossed and the other hanging off the tree. The expensive light-blue suit was but a cover for the bullet-proof vest he wore underneath and the hidden knives and guns.