Thread: Capturing A Phantom (Athene & AlluringEnigma)

Well that was an unexpected question. Of all the things that she expected the Interpol Agent to ask, a seemingly elementary question was not one of them. Nonetheless, she answered the question with the same contemplative tone she had adopted when questioned about her motivation. Another question I have not really considered, congratulations detective. Hmmm, perhaps the Belladonna, a member of the Nightshade flowers. When the English were on the doorsteps of Scotland, Macbett, mind you the real one not the Shakespearean one, used it to poison his enemies and send them back to their ships. Not the most honorable of gestures, but certainly a grandiose and memorable one. I suppose it would be of the dark blue variety, as I quite enjoy that color. Zara turned to face the girl as the footsteps of her men grew closer, adding to the tension of the situation substantially. I've answered two of your questions now, love. So it's time to answer one of mine. No need to use your words though, you'll soon have an opportunity to show me the answer. You came here to catch a criminal, but now you find yourself helpless and at her whim. So, what I'd like to know, and what I shall spend the next couple of weeks, months or however long I deign really, finding out is how far you'll go to catch me. How much of your soul will you put at hazard? How many rules, morals, and internal resolutions will you break to catch the most notorious criminal in France? What will remain of your dignity by the end of this, hmmm Mrs. Holmes? Zara smiled as her pair of flunkeys appeared behind her. One had his sawed off shotgun pointed directly at the young investigator. The other had a pair of hand cuffs and a dark hood. Mmmm I'm so looking forward to what I have planned for you. Now be a good girl and put the cuffs on. It'd be a shame to pump you full of lead so early into our relationship. In front of you, not behind the back. I don't want you using your hands for anything other than what I want. Zara added, her voice pouty as she stepped behind her minions and eyed the procedure with a sort of medical detachment. Once the cuffs had been put in place by Elena, the man walked forward and grabbed her shoulder roughly and pushed her in front of him, forcing the hood on the young agent and plunging her into darkness. The men, following Zara, led the young agent to a running car, ducking her head down and pushing her into the back of the car. They then took a seat on each side of her, with Zara taking the wheel. The ride itself was silent, and the route they took was filled with turns and twists, making it highly improbable that Elena had any idea where they were. When they reached their destination, the young agent was pulled out of the car, and brought inside a nondescript warehouse off the Seine River. Elena would likely know that they were off the bank of the river, by the sound of water, but it was unlikely she knew anything else about their location. The two men seated the agent forcibly and then pulled the hood off of her head. As Elena adjusted to the bright lights of the warehouse, which was cluttered with a whole array of various weaponry, junk, and documents, Zara smiled and made a grand gesture about the room. This is my hideout, or at least one of them. I imagine you're wondering why I would bring you here. Well, tonight we're going to see just how much of yourself you're willing to put out there for information on me. Right now you know diddly squat. However, I'll let you into my world, on the condition that you let me into yours. We'll be here for a few hours. My men are already patrolling outside and listening for trouble. I will give you orders, which you are free to follow or disregard. It doesn't matter to me, we could sit here in silence for all I care. However, the more obedient you are the more I'll let you snoop around and the more questions I'll answer. La Fleur De Paris smiled and allowed her companion a moment to take in the gravity of her situation, before initiating the exchange. So, what's going through that lovely head of yours, hmmm? I'm curious.