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we'll meet again

Jan 23, 2012 14:02

WHO: a meowminx and a ebony_mask
WHERE: private room in the back of an Italian restaurant in the Bronx
WHEN: 23 Jan, evening
WARNINGS: nothing?
SUMMARY: Black Mask unwittingly hires Catwoman in disguise
FORMAT: words

( don't know where, don't know when )

selina kyle | catwoman, roman sionis | black mask

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meowminx January 23 2012, 19:22:58 UTC

Really, Selina had been lucky with the Irena Dubrovna alias. The fact that the City was crammed full of hero types meant that no one had pegged to the fact that those that Dubrovna stole for or from were often targeted by the white hats not too long after. It was simply the price of doing business here these days.

And now a new gang had gotten word to her of a job that needed doing. Fine, someone else to keep an eye on.

So Monday night, Irena Dubrovna found herself standing outside of the back of an Italian restaurant (so typical). Long red hair. Tinted glasses. A tactical outfit that was much more uniform than costume. 9mm handgun holstered at her side.

ebony_mask January 23 2012, 19:34:42 UTC

A business suit wearing mook silently led her inside, past the noisy kitchen and down a dim corridor. He knocked three times in succession, whereupon one of the bodyguards opened the door. The mook gestured for her to enter.

meowminx January 23 2012, 19:52:55 UTC

"Irena" followed, eyes on her surrounds as always. That wasn't something she had to fake, at least.

ebony_mask January 23 2012, 20:27:03 UTC

Roman turned from the window at the sound of her voice, removing his hands from his pockets and scrutinizing her with eyes that burned dully.

"Glad of you to make it, Miss Dubrovna. My name is Black Mask and I would like to extend a business opportunity to you."

meowminx January 23 2012, 20:46:42 UTC

That, Selina was not expecting. It took all her self control not to pull her gun and shoot him in the head a third time. As it was, her jaw dropped and her hand definitely twitched towards her piece.

And then she remembered where she was and who she was supposed to be. "Apologies." The faux accent came out much thicker than usual. "You are... imPort?"

ebony_mask January 23 2012, 22:00:21 UTC

Reactions such as hers weren't an unusual occurrence. Even in a town of imPorts, skullheads were rare, and blackened ones? He held the monopoly on that distinction. He inwardly smirked.

"I am."

He retrieved his cigar from the ashtray on a nearby table and lit it, taking a puff before continuing, using the pause to observe her casually.

"Your talents come recommended, Miss Dubrovna."

meowminx January 23 2012, 22:19:58 UTC

She nodded, a short quick jerk of her head. The less she spoke, the less chance there was of Roman recognizing her voice. It was clear he had a job for Irena, and the quicker she found out what it was, the quicker she could get the hell out of here.

ebony_mask January 23 2012, 22:32:59 UTC

Quiet and to the point. He liked that. Had he lips, he would have given her a wide smile.

"There's a shipment of diamonds coming in this week; I want you to get to them before they get to their intended destination."

He flicked some ash into the tray.

"The quieter, the better. I'd prefer no one get killed over this, but I won't be shedding any tears over a little blood, if it comes to that. Can you swing that?"

meowminx January 23 2012, 23:25:38 UTC

Diamonds. Oh how ironic. That was what had started the whole thing. It would be tempting to walk off with the lot, but the information to be gained was much more valuable.

"Yes. You have details?"

ebony_mask January 24 2012, 01:10:37 UTC

He picked up an envelope from the table and handed it to her.

"You'll find all the pertinent information inside. Payment will be upon delivery."

meowminx January 24 2012, 03:30:18 UTC

She opens the envelope to examine the contents, making sure that her reading didn't distract her from her company.

"And the delivery location?"

ebony_mask January 24 2012, 04:26:43 UTC

"Woodlawn Cemetery will be the rendezvous point."

He took another puff on the cigar, the heavy smoke curling around his charred head.

"Don't disappoint me, Miss Dubrovna."

meowminx January 24 2012, 04:38:01 UTC

Selina stared at him through her tinted glasses, the envelope clamped tight in her hand. "I have no plans to, Mr. Mask."

ebony_mask January 24 2012, 04:55:12 UTC

There was an audible smile in his voice, with perhaps just a hint of sadism.

"Good. Any questions?"

meowminx January 24 2012, 05:22:29 UTC

She was silent for a moment. A moment where she again contemplated shooting him. "No."

She'd do the job, get what intel she could. And then maybe it would be time for that vacation Zee had suggested.

ebony_mask January 24 2012, 05:41:04 UTC

He extended his hand to shake.

"Very good. We'll be in touch, Miss Dubrovna."

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