Thread: Capturing A Phantom (Athene & AlluringEnigma)

Elena Belrose ... Oddly, the type of flower had been one of the answers that came to Elena's head. Was it a good or bad thing she had been able to rather accurately guess the answer correctly? Her head shook from side to side. It had to be a positive thing. It meant her assumption on what exact type of woman she was dealing with was right. The color that immediately came to Elena's head, however, was different. Given her dress, the fact she'd murdered people, and the fact it just seemed fitting on Zara, the agent honestly expected her to answer red. ... Ah well. Partial credit was a good enough start. Seems appropriate. A poisonous answer for a venomous woman, she mused, tilting her head as La Fleur gave her own sets of questions to ponder over. Truthfully, there was a side of Elena that was thankful she didn't need to answer these right away. Because ... she had no honest to gods idea how to immediately - nor honestly - reply. Naturally, she would have given any answer that had at least one 'colorful' term in it. But ... Elena could tell she was actually being serious. Almost as much as she had been in accepting this tip and coming to meet La Fleur in person. Self-restraint plus not wanting to end up dying an unneeded death were the main things keeping her from responding in a more typical fashion. That plus the sight o the men arriving. When they cam into view, Elena saw for herself the parts about them having shotguns - some of them, anyway - hadn't been an idle threat. ... Damnit. Means this bitch really is being sincere with me ... Mind you, it was a bit of a blessing on one hand. Even if only because it meant Elena would never have to worry about Zara trying to bullshit her. But on the other ... that just hinted how much more dangerous this enemy could really be. Offering little more than an irked glare, Elena reached forward and cuffed herself. Her face burned a crimson hue which, luckily, was concealed by the bag. However .... she fairly deduced Zara and her men had seen a few hints of her new appearance, which only made the shame and blush burn that much more. Elena clenched her fists, holding her tongue. Keeping any and all retorts to herself, even the one that could have been uttered after being roughly shoved into the car. Alas, for now, it made sense. With her sight gone,she had to accept the help, regardless of whether she liked it or not. And god help her, Elena most definitely was finding herself hating this situation. Slowly but surely, she found herself better understanding the questions La Fleur had asked mere moments ago. To make up for not being able to see anything during the ride, Elena tried to use her other senses. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be until they got closer to the Seine that she even started to have guesses. Vague ones, but it was much better than nothing. Mentally noting they were near a major river, Elena felt her body tense as she was pulled out of the vehicle and dragged into a building. A warehouse, to be more precise. That's what her nervous, blue eyes saw upon adjusting. The Interpol agent couldn't help but chuckle as she looked over to La Fleur. Pretty cliche, don't you think? Granted, she did hear and take note of the words 'one of', referring to the fact it wasn't the only hiding place. Still, being able to make quips like that was helping her stay relatively calm. Avoid a full-fledged panic attack. Because the moment she caved in and freaked out ... Zara would all but win this 'game' of sorts she was forcing her to play. What's going through my head, Elena relayed in a very matter-of-fact tone, Is ... what in the hell did you have in mind, exactly? I doubt the drive was for nothing so ... now what?