THE JET had only been landed for an hour but the woman was already halfway across the city, stilettos making small splashes in the DIRTY water that had pooled on the alley streets. the city traffic echoed in the distance, the sounds of angry horns and skidding tires filling the air with a foreign ambience. though she traveled OFTEN, the noise of the city was always so jarring after being at home in the countryside for so long. knees bent slightly, a slender tattooed hand reaching down towards the lock on the basement doors. it was met with a key, forced to give up its iron hold on the entrance. she pulled them open cautiously and began her descent, steep stairs an unforgiving DEVIL considering her footwear of choice. it was when her foot hit the bottom floor that a GUNSHOT rang out, the sound of a body hitting the floor following suit. hands instinctively flew to her coat, skin brushing against soft white fur as it aimed for the gun that was hidden under her layers of luxurious outerwear.
her movements through the building became increasingly cautious, almost like a cat getting ready to strike -- the only thing that was giving her away were those damned shoes. turning the corner, weapon stretched out in front of her, she was met with the comforting sight of her OWN men, though some faces she could not recognize. and then, a body decorated the floor, crimson draining out onto the wet basement floor. lowering her weapon, a tiny smile of relief spread across wine colored lips, her new destination being the newly slain corpse. ❝ it seems wearing white stilettos really was the mistake of the day. if i’d known we would be killing people, I never would’ve worn them ❞ a morbid joke, though its meaning was not lost on her assistant. stepping over the obstruction, she gave a slight wave to another guard, motioning him over. ❝ lortu zion hemendik, mesedez ( get him out of here, please ) ❞
❝ seems I have missed much since I was here last. I even see some new faces. You know I don’t like new people, Antonio. ❞ a pointed glare at the bodyguard, gaze then dancing towards the unfamiliar faces that littered the area. ❝ who wants to go first ? ❞
