Thread: Clash of Opposites (A Superheroine/Supervillainess RP)  ((Dawnella X DarkDesire))

Growing just slightly anxious, even if the icy exterior she kept up showed none of this to the two bodyguards she had kept close for now, Natalia played with one of her daggers as she waited. The redhead was quite the sight when she was dressed for 'work' her halter top pushed her small breasts upwards, showing off her athletic midriff and the stylized black tattoos on it, and from the waist down she was covered by a pair of knee-high boots and tight leather leggings, clinging to every curve of her ample hips and toned legs. The two men with her knew her well enough that they knew better than to stare, however, and the knives she had strapped to her thighs, waist, and the other hidden in her boot were an indication to anyone who wasn't so acquainted with her. Uhh, boss... a dull-witted voice came through from the other side of her radio system, manned by the thugs she had cruising around the warehouse in the back of a delivery truck, Looks like somethin' set off that sensor-thing you had us set up in the warehouse. Ain't it too early for the deal to be goin' down? Perfect. A small smile crept up on the woman's lips, if only for just a moment. She hadn't kept her goons in the know, but there was to be no ransoming of this prisoner tonight. No, she had much more... ambitious plans. You see, Natalia had been making a play to move up from her station as a thug-for-hire in the city's underground. She had acquired a small-time cocaine ring, a single arms dealer, and a small group of enforcers for carrying out other various jobs. But while all this finance was good and necessary, there were other things required. Status. Reputation. And what better way to get this than by capturing one of New York's darling heroines? So she had tipped off the girl, through a friend of a friend, and laid her trap to catch her. What happened afterwards, she still wasn't certain... There were certainly some who'd pay a pretty penny to get her released, sure. A pretty blonde like this 'Bombshell' would also fetch a good price on the overseas slave markets, which Natalia had her connections to. Or...The small, cruel smirk formed once again as Natalia considered her third, perhaps most devious idea. Good. Get everyone into position at all the doors, windows, and the ladder to the roof. Now. No one leaves or comes in, her voice turned threatening as she went on, but if any of you idiots kill anyone, I swear you'll all be next. And I can come up with much slower ways than shooting someone. Obedient, if mostly for the money that had been promised to them for carrying out this job, the men poured out of the back of the truck as it rattled to a stop, assuming positions at each point of exit. Finest piece of ass I ever got a job from, one of the thugs, a tall, heavily-muscled black man with an AK-47 wielded across his chest joked to another, Bit of a bitch, though. The other gave him a momentary glare, Shut up, dumbass. None of us are her type, anyway, trust me. Just don't piss her off and we're all in for some easy money. Easy money? a third chimed in, We don't even know what the fucks goin' on here. Could be the cops settin' off that sensor, for all we fuckin' know. The men were...low level street thugs. Rabble, really. The best a start-up criminal like Natalia could afford to hire and cheaply arm with the money she'd made from her last time working for one of her old bosses. They did have the area well secured, however, with shotguns posted at each of the doorways out, and men watching the windows and the way down from the rooftop.