Frank's face distorted into a smile, "the sweet smell of success!" he thought."Smoke if you got em" he said to himself letting his nostrils fill with the stench of burning oil, this had been a premium kill. Frank was feeling something he hadn't felt in a while, was it happiness? he thought. No it wasn't happiness, satisfaction perhaps, Frank couldn't quite place it, but the sharp blade against his jugular made it very clear that it was all for not.
How could he have been so stupid and let his gaze off the target? but he saw the mask engulfed in flames during the explosion. Frank pressed against his unknown assailant, even in a combative nature it was clear to Frank that this was a femme fatale and not an effeminate male assailant. It had been a long time since Frank had felt a woman's touch, even if this one was holding a blade to his neck he was second guessing what he was going to have to do "Sorry sweetie, thought this was going to be a lot easier" Frank said grabbing her wrists as he pulled her overhead. Frank knew he needed to end her quickly but all he could do is smell her perfume.