Thread: Capturing A Phantom (Athene & AlluringEnigma)

The power in the alleyway had shifted. Well, not really. Zara always knew that she had the power in this particular situation, but the young Interpol agent didn't realize it until it was far too late. Now the two were just biding their time until La Fleur De Paris decided to make her move. As a criminal mastermind, it had always been important to read the people around her, an incorrect assumption could range anywhere from a million dollar mistake to a fatal one. Thus Zara had a good read on the situation already. In her mind, Elena was frustrated with her inability to capture her foe even with said girl but a few feet away. She was also intimidated by the clear upper hand she was now faced against, Yet Zara also sensed some weird sense of pride, or honor, or satisfaction, something that she couldn't quite explain and a slightly troubling turn. Nonetheless, Zara was not one to question her plans amidst carrying them out, if there had been a flaw she would have spotted it during the planning phase. So instead, she took another calm drag from her cigarette a blew out a smoke ring, looking up towards the muddled night sky as she listened carefully to the words of her young prey. There had been many reasons for the particular escapade between the two that was about to occur. In fact it was hard for her to pick just one. Zara stepped out of the halo of smoke that had formed about her head, walking over to the lovely, young agent and smiling wickedly her. It's so rare that I get to explain my reasoning and my purpose to people. This'll be a treat. she remarked, her right index finger briefly attaching itself to Elena's cheek and stroking the soft skin slowly. She withdrew her hand and stepped back, now pacing the alley frenetically, her mind as scattered as her movements as she talked. You know, come to think of it, I can't explain why I've chosen you. Perhaps it's all part of the roles we each have. With your silly organization seemingly uninterested in catching me anymore, I find the whole prospect of committing these grand crimes rather dull. That's not to say I'd stop, but it would lack the dangerous allure that every criminal enjoys. James Bond always had a villain, and vice versa. Besides, when you commit crimes only twice a year, you need a squeeze to play the time. A sudden darker cloud seemed to descend upon Zara, and she spun to face her muse. She let out a long, sharp whistle, and then began to speak. You have time for one more question before my boys show up to chauffeur us somewhere nice and private. You won't be harmed, you have my word. Although, you also don't have a choice in the matter. Oh, and don't ask where we're going or something stupid and frivolous like that, it's just a waste of breath. Zara turned once more to face the exit of the alleyway, studying some distant feature of the universe that did not quite reveal itself to anyone else, offhandedly commenting One more question, Elena. Then I get to ask you one, and we'll see exactly what your answer is. Hell, I don't even think you know the answer right now, but you will. she added with a low chuckle. Her instincts were not wrong, tormenting an Interpol agent would be fun.