Thread: Deadly Associates (Alpha and PixieDust)

Location Bordeaux of France, behind a gated estate Time Evening 1951 A quiet breath was exhaled before a sleek figure in black leather, head to toe, slipped past a door. With the heels of her leather boots extending to thighs made with composite rubber there was no mistake, this womans priority was stealth. That was until hair tied up in a long, dark, high ponytail cascaded down. In a small utility closet located within a vast mansion a silky sparkling red dress was slipped on to a one hundred and fifty-eight centimeters tall figure framing it to perfection. A moment later, red lips that naturally held a pout formed into a smirk. Through the loud din of noise below guests at the ball congregated with long flutes of champaign. Par ici, s'il vous plait. A voice sweet yet authoritative was raised to a bow tied attendant who passed her a flute. As you say then, Eliza turned her attention to the couple and two other gentlemen dressed in black tie. The petite figure with model-like proportions sipped from her glass, We must enjoy tonight. However, if the government of Bordeaux do not act as required there will be repercussions. As a ringing of silver on crystal sounded, the crowd quieted where Eliza smiled and passed her glass to one of the gentlemen wearing a royal blue satin sash from shoulder to waist. She lowered to adjust her heels strap with the announcement and speech commencing. Raised again, her fingers gestured to take her glass though the gesture was for the other flute. As the speech played off in her mind with each memorized word, the timing was unrivaled down to the second. An uproar of elated guests sounded with a raised glass from the presenter. All drank, and as flutes of champaign were lowered, the woman in red vanished into the crowd. 3 Days later The British Virgin Islands I did hear. The ferret was terminated. The ash blond woman spoke into her mobile casually recalling her target in royal blue sash. Sitting in front of a full length mirror her image reflected back a toned female in a white tank top with gauzy matching skirt of double side slits, light brown three inch high sandals, and a single diamond drop pendant on a delicate long gold strand about her graceful neck. What is this incredible shite that youve done with my hair? In the swank boutique parlor she accused the effeminate beautician behind her chair messing about with her long now light colored hair. Standing, Eliza Talbot grabbed her wide brimmed straw hat and with a few extra fingers the leather brown clutch purse storming out. I cant believe my queen and country want me to look like a white clown. I bet it's an attempt at payback from 'J'. Anyway, I need to dash. Speak soon. In the elevator she stood strait pulling her height higher atop three inch heels. If anything, the woman hated her short stature but heels always took care of it. Taking a deep breath to exhale slowly she steps out into the busy rooftop bar. Spotting a man with dark hair combed back handsomely and smoking, a slow sly smile crept onto her features. Eliza shouldered past people until the table was reached with her standing in front of the clear blue view below. Blue eyes full of mischief would make contact with grey. I need matches. Tis a bad day when you walk into a bathroom and find it torched with stink. Max would see an unnaturally fair woman with almond shaped eyes, dark lashes, and glossed lips that crossed between smirk and challenge. Above all, he might recognize a British accent as she stood holding a brown clutch and straw hat between hands.