Post by Cheshire on Apr 5, 2014 10:56:06 GMT -5
Cheshire slithered around on the roof tops as she closed the distance between her and the jails. How funny, it is uncommon to hear of villains breaking into prison. It was relatively easy as well. At least for this assassin it was. She didn't need to break down any walls, or do anything unnecessary and over-the-top. She never did understand why men had to be so messy and sloppy about every simple little thing they had to do. She has met very few men capable of being neat while committing a crime or doing their job, and one she knew well. Roy Harper. How she missed playing with her red-head, but now was hardly the time to be thinking about the archer.
The women blended well into the night, even though it hardly mattered. Unfortunately for the cat-like female, she wasn't small enough to slip through the tiny gaps the criminals were given to peer out of. This was a safety precaution no doubt. Don't need them climbing out the windows now do we? Although they certainly couldn't help someone scaling down the wall of the building, almost like their beloved Spiderman. It was simple, she placed a sticky substance on the tip of her hands and feet. Even so, cats always landed on their feet. The only way in was a fire exit and the front door. Another safety thing. She knew if she opened that fire exit the alarm would ring off and she would be done for this night. This couldn't happen. She had one night left before her target was sent off to a different prison and left to glory on death row. What was she looking for? More like who. She was an assassin for hire, so it is only to be expected she'd be looking for whoever it was she was paid to kill. She had client confidentiality however, so her lips are sealed.
Now she was right about the two front guards outside the door. She listened to their conversation;
"So how's the wife?"
"She's great. Her ankles are swollen and she's craving odd things, but it's not a big deal." Pregnancy. How fun.
"You excited?"
"Of course! It's a baby girl, we found out last week. We keep arguing about the names though."
"I always liked the name Lian.." Cheshire said out loud. She was dying to see how they reacted.
"Lian? Hm that is a nice name. Though I don't think she'll go for it." They didn't even notice.
"That's a shame. Well if she is getting cranky, you could always get her a gift, she would love it if it was baby related." At least so Cheshire assumed. She herself have never gotten pregnant.
"Great idea!" Finally it seemed to dawn on the men. They quickly looked up, and she wiggled her fingers in a wave. Before they could lift their guns and pull the trigger, she pulled something out of her waistband and threw it on the ground. Smoke surrounded them, and they coughed and fell to the ground. She placed her feet on the ground, lifting her shoes to remove the sticky item from her shoes and hands, tossing it aside.
"No hard feelings boys, I just need to get inside. Have a nice nap." She hummed to them. She remained unaffected by the smoke, her mask neutralizing the air as she breathed it in. She then turned and headed inside the prison, taking down any guard in her way with ease. At night there weren't many. She left all of them alive though. She only wanted one. And she was going to get him.
The women blended well into the night, even though it hardly mattered. Unfortunately for the cat-like female, she wasn't small enough to slip through the tiny gaps the criminals were given to peer out of. This was a safety precaution no doubt. Don't need them climbing out the windows now do we? Although they certainly couldn't help someone scaling down the wall of the building, almost like their beloved Spiderman. It was simple, she placed a sticky substance on the tip of her hands and feet. Even so, cats always landed on their feet. The only way in was a fire exit and the front door. Another safety thing. She knew if she opened that fire exit the alarm would ring off and she would be done for this night. This couldn't happen. She had one night left before her target was sent off to a different prison and left to glory on death row. What was she looking for? More like who. She was an assassin for hire, so it is only to be expected she'd be looking for whoever it was she was paid to kill. She had client confidentiality however, so her lips are sealed.
Now she was right about the two front guards outside the door. She listened to their conversation;
"So how's the wife?"
"She's great. Her ankles are swollen and she's craving odd things, but it's not a big deal." Pregnancy. How fun.
"You excited?"
"Of course! It's a baby girl, we found out last week. We keep arguing about the names though."
"I always liked the name Lian.." Cheshire said out loud. She was dying to see how they reacted.
"Lian? Hm that is a nice name. Though I don't think she'll go for it." They didn't even notice.
"That's a shame. Well if she is getting cranky, you could always get her a gift, she would love it if it was baby related." At least so Cheshire assumed. She herself have never gotten pregnant.
"Great idea!" Finally it seemed to dawn on the men. They quickly looked up, and she wiggled her fingers in a wave. Before they could lift their guns and pull the trigger, she pulled something out of her waistband and threw it on the ground. Smoke surrounded them, and they coughed and fell to the ground. She placed her feet on the ground, lifting her shoes to remove the sticky item from her shoes and hands, tossing it aside.
"No hard feelings boys, I just need to get inside. Have a nice nap." She hummed to them. She remained unaffected by the smoke, her mask neutralizing the air as she breathed it in. She then turned and headed inside the prison, taking down any guard in her way with ease. At night there weren't many. She left all of them alive though. She only wanted one. And she was going to get him.
