Thread: Capturing A Phantom (Athene & AlluringEnigma)

Elena Belrose 20th of December, 2019 1158 PM Sir?! Sir, wait! Please wait! The voice belonged to the frantic twenty-four year old Interpol agent, Elena Belrose. This dream she was watching happened mere weeks ago that much Elena knew. It was amazing how powerful the id truly could be when it functioned properly, and now was a perfect, living example of a time when something like one's subconscious was at its strongest point. Though she felt herself roll onto her side and almost swore she heard a low groan, the memory continued to play, as if it were being displayed onto a screen. And, at that very moment, it wasn't just using any mere projector. No, her own brain was being used, which made the recollections that much stronger and more significant for Elena. She watched herself catch up to the man in question, her boss, Ethan Jacobson , turn and elicit an exasperated sigh. No one in the ranks of Interpol had to be a mind reader to know what the talk was going to be about, and Ethan was definitely no exception to this mindset. But the moment he saw the determined look in Elena's blue eyes, he knew this would be a tough fight. One that, even if not easily, he would still win. For the millionth time, no. I literally just said that ... what? Twenty minutes ago? But sir, please! Heed me! I really think I have a solid lead on her! We can't just quit! That's not our job, is it?! No, not usually. However , you do have an obligation to listen to my orders. And I am saying we're done chasing that bitch. She's too dangerous. She's cost us too much money and a few officers even. Do you really want to put yourself up on that list of individuals killed in action? Elena grimaced, lowering her head as she lightly latched onto her lower lip. Her steps slowed down, but definitely didn't cease. As the young agent lifted her head, she mustered enough courage and speed to place herself in front of her taller superior. I'm not saying I do, no sir. Still, just pretending we have these cases completely under control ... I can't do that! Do you not see it from my point of view? Please, give me a chance to do this. You don't need to give me any extra resources or anything. All I need is time. Negative. You'll do no such thing. Ethan crossed his arms over his chest, staring right into Elena's eyes before sighing once again. This is not up for negotiations. Do you understand me, Miss Belrose? Elena nodded, biting down on her lower lip to suppress an irked sigh of frustration. Yes sir, she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, I understand perfectly. Of course, understanding was very different from liking something. And it showed as she turned angrily on her heels and stormed out of the headquarters, soon entering the streets of Lyon, France. As the flashback finally ended, Elena groaned, realizing she had damn well almost fallen asleep. Her head shook as she glanced down and saw - thankfully - she hadn't been groggy or stupid enough to actually drop her energy drink. Raising the half-empty can up to her lips, Elena chugged the last bits of the Monster, sighing as the contents fell down her throat. The drink did its job, and almost immediately, she felt alert. Ready for almost any and everything. Hopefully, that would be how things would turn out. It was almost midnight, confirmed as she peeked at her cell phone's screen. A few nights ago, she had gotten a call. Due to most people owning her cell phone being either co-workers or family, she figured it wasn't anything new. Same shit, new day sorta relaying information. Instead, what she'd heard was the most solid lead anyone had gotten involving the criminal mastermind many had known and referred to as La Fleur de Paris. Want to know everything about me? Then come. Meet me in two days in the nearest alleyway across from the Sacr-Cur at midnight. I'll personally come and enlighten you. That had been all the incentive she needed to hear. Mere moments after Elena heard the message, she packed some necessary items her gun, extra clothes, money, laptop, wallet, and her keys to her current residence as well as car and drove herself to Paris. It was probably - no, almost guaranteed - to be a trap. Elena had known that the moment she received the call. Still, she muttered to herself, No one back at Interpol's gonna listen to me. And I doubt anyone else got this so ... Her head tilted back as she took a long, deep breath, attempting to steel herself. Either one of two things would happen. This person would keep their word and arrive soon enough or , in the worst case scenario, it would end up being a hoax. A fake lead. The latter would be incredibly annoying, sure. But Elena could head back to Lyon and cover up the fact she had gone completely against orders at all. It was, all in all, a win-win in Elena's mind. Pulling her cell phone out once more, she saw there was one more minute left until midnight arrived. It would be the 'now or never' moment. Not wanting to be caught off-guard, Elena rested her right hand atop her pistol, her left putting her cell phone away. Her breath hitched in her throat as she waited nervously ... yet unable to help but feel a bit excited at the same time. If this was going to really happen, it would be a huge achievement. And, with any luck, it would lead to things turning out for the better rather than worst types of endings.