the Background : Hello Friends! Right now, I’m looking for a writer to write Duncan Vizla from the Netflix film Polar (2019) opposite a badass assassin character named Crucible Moray, who is trained in combat as well as the art of seduction and flirtation with the intent to lure intended hits into her trap, and then off her targets.

assassin honeybee: a young woman, recruited by the government from active servicemember families, to be a trained weapon in hand-to-hand and sexual manipulation and coercion, as well as speaking several languages, being an overall fighting asset to said government; put through rigorous training; useful due to their independent nature, patriotism, and overall need for approval by absentee parent and country

the Starter:

Crucible Moray is a formerly trained Honeybee under the United States secret operation, the Honeybee Project, where her code name was Cerana. She was a model graduate of the program, trained specifically in the art of seduction and sexuality. She is also skilled in hand-to-hand combat, light and agile— and works with semiautomatic and automatic weaponry, as well as with knives and other weapons. She was trained as a Honeybee from the age of thirteeen, taught to lure men using her looks and vulnerability as part of her charm into assassinating them later.

“I’m Crucible Moray,” Crucible grins and extends her petite hand to Mr. Vizla, who peers curiously over at her through his reading glasses. She sets her bag down on the floor, at her feet. “Crucible,” Duncan repeats. “Is that a stripper name or something?” “It’s the one on my driver’s license,” Crucible responds innocently, holding out her identification. ”Driver’s license?” Duncan sputters with a smirk, now reaching over to take the ID from her. “Hmmm…” he mutters. “So you’re legal. Are you sure you’re not a stripper?” he asks again, his expression becoming unreadable as he looks over his reading glasses at the driver’s license. “That’s quite a promiscuous name,” Duncan explains, taking another drag of his cigarette, his hazel eyes looking her up and down in assessment. “How old are you?” “Almost 30,” Crucible replies, confident in her twenty-nine years. “I’m here about the job in private security,” she explains, reaching into her bag to produce a file—her resumé. “You’ve got my attention,” Duncan says to her. “Sit down,” he orders, gesturing to a chair in his office, his tone becoming a bit harsher.

As Crucible sits down, he gesture us her to present the file containing her resumé with a nod of his head.

“Let me see it.”

Duncan studies the resumé. “Hmmm… you’ve done some work in security.” He lets out a puff of his cigarette. “But it looks light, sweetheart,” he says in a bit of a condescending grunt. “Not a lot of experience.”

“You have no idea who I am, hmmm?” Crucible asks, smirking. “Your friend didn’t say I was coming?” she asks, flipping a curl behind her ear. “I have no idea who you are, sweetheart,” Duncan retorts, studying her resume, with a furrowed brow. His piercing hazel eyes peer over the reading glasses, his expression emotionless. “Please. Enlighten me.”

“I know you’re the Black Kaiser. And I want to know if you’ve ever heard of a government op called the Honeybee Project,” Crucible says coolly. “Honeybee Project?” Duncan asks. “You know about that?” His expression becomes more surprised and intrigued. He leans back in his chair, crossing his legs, his reading glasses sliding down over his nose. “That’s classified. How the hell do you know about that?”

“I’m its poster child,” Crucible answers evenly. “Hmmm…” Duncan answers doubtfully. “Okay, what’s your supposed “role” in this Honeybee Project?” He looks her up and down. “You’re not a scientist and you’re definitely not an assassin.”

“The term is asset,” Crucible corrects him, stripping out of her jacket to reveal a tigh, black tactical top that perfectly accentuates her breasts. “And yes. I am.”

the Author: Heya! I’m Cru. I’m 29, live in EST, and like writing and flirting and writing flirting! I have chronic pain, which sometimes can cause me to be inactive, but I promise I’m not ghosting! Chronic pain is also a bonus because it means that I’m awake writing, waiting for my medicine to kick in, even though I’m a professional nap-taker.

I am 18 and all characters and participants must also be 18 .