Thread: Capturing A Phantom (Athene & AlluringEnigma)

Zara Pearce Zara, or as she was known more commonly by the frightened Parisians that happened to occupy her city, Le Fleur de Paris, was bored. It had been several weeks since her last grand flourish of crime, and yet she had seen a minimal and pathetic investigation into her whereabouts dissipate rather quickly. Perhaps it was because she was too careful with loose ends. Or perhaps it was because she tended to butcher the loose ends as a deterrent to future loose ends. Either way, Interpol no longer seemed interested in investigating her seriously, and like that a small bit of the thrill from her lifestyle vanished, leaving her past couple weeks feeling hollow and ordinary, and by god did she hate the ordinary. So, the self-proclaimed Queen of crime was rather pleased when she learned of an intrepid investigator snooping around without permission from her own bosses at Interpol. The possibilities were endless, and her mind raced as she imagined all the lovely things she could inflict upon the unsuspecting, naive investigator. Of course, she could just kill her and end any sort of investigation easily. A few phone calls and the alley would be a sniper's delight, the unsuspecting Elena snuffed out before she even had a chance to ponder her own fate. Yet, killing investigators was easy. Zara had done it twelve times. Or was it thirteen? The deaths of meaningless flies tended to blend together with ease. No, she wanted there to still be the thrill of evasion, to still be under threat of being caught at any moment. The thrill of her job was half the reason she kept returning to it, that and the money of course. No, she would give this young and foolish girl a chance to catch her, though to do so Elena would have to put her soul at hazard. So, standing on the roof of the long-abandoned warehouse across from the sacred Catholic temple, she looked down at the investigator with an amused smile on her face. Zara had kept with her usual flare for the dramatic and had adorned a long, flowing red evening dress that split at the leg, with the gap nearly riding all the way up to her hip and a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. She had chosen a deep red lipstick that contrasted perfectly with her pale skin. She had a lit cigarette in hand, a soft plume of smoke spiraling ever upwards, though the accessory was mostly there to complete the look, as she rarely smoked outside of her public appearances. She had let her long, raven locks loos, and they fell past her shoulders, a slight waviness the only imaginable alteration to them. Having had her a few lackey's keep the streets around the area clear of any unwanted ears, she now projected her voice loudly below to her prey, making sure to stay just far enough back from the edge to avoid any gunfire. Ah the Sacre-Coueur, a French Monument proposed in the late 19th century to atone for the heretical actions of the French people. Seeing as they lost to the Germans 70 years later, I'm not sure if it worked. Zara allowed the girl a moment to pinpoint her prey before continuing on with her speech So, tell me young Elena, how do you plan to atone for your sins? I don't believe you have the money to build a Catholic Cathedral, and I doubt Interpol would be interested in one even if you could. The young investigator was less than a decade younger than Zara, but she talked to the girl as if she were a small child in the presence of a confident parent. Disobeying direct orders is a very serious infraction, and considering how new you are, I don't imagine it leads to a very long career. It was time to see just how zealous and ambitious the young Elena was. You must want me pretty badly. I'm afraid to stay here much longer though, as you have me at a disadvantage. I didn't come with a weapon, but you most certainly did. Be a dear and drop the pistol in the dumpster can to your right. Do that and I will come down and we can talk some more. Zara paused for a moment, though it was not spontaneous, this speech had been planned out in its entirety days ago. If I wanted you dead, you'd have been jumped and beaten to death the second you arrived, if you were lucky. So relax love she cooed, peeking over the edge to make sure that the gun was disposed of.