Go Out In Style
The whole thing had been bad from the get-go.
Outdated intel, enhanced security she wasn't expecting, not to mention the treasure itself was in a room completely opposite of where it had been a week before. Someone had tipped the American diplomat off, and once V found out who, they were dead. Regardless, she had gotten what she came for, the Apple of Eris, and it was in Artemis' capable paws, en route back to her apartment. It was easy for a cat to sneak away; not so much for V. Right now, she needed a distraction.
Crouching behind a large pillar in the garden, V pulled out a small detonator from her skirt pocket. She looked a bit worse for the wear, scratched and bruised and even burned in a couple of places (why he gave the guards flamethrowers, she didn't know). But she was still grinning, looking over her shoulder. "Have a blast, boys." With that, she pushed the red button.
The explosion, centered in the basement of the large estate, shook the entire grounds, and V blinked. She didn't think she set that many explosives to go off... Eh, c'est la vie, right? Grinning at her own pun, the guards that had been pursuing her ran to the explosion, as did the guard at the garden gate. God, mooks were idiots. In no time at all, V picked the lock on the gate and grinned, running off, albeit with a slight limp.
Staying in the dark, V entered her apartment through her window, closing it as she backed in. However, she had a guest...
Outdated intel, enhanced security she wasn't expecting, not to mention the treasure itself was in a room completely opposite of where it had been a week before. Someone had tipped the American diplomat off, and once V found out who, they were dead. Regardless, she had gotten what she came for, the Apple of Eris, and it was in Artemis' capable paws, en route back to her apartment. It was easy for a cat to sneak away; not so much for V. Right now, she needed a distraction.
Crouching behind a large pillar in the garden, V pulled out a small detonator from her skirt pocket. She looked a bit worse for the wear, scratched and bruised and even burned in a couple of places (why he gave the guards flamethrowers, she didn't know). But she was still grinning, looking over her shoulder. "Have a blast, boys." With that, she pushed the red button.
The explosion, centered in the basement of the large estate, shook the entire grounds, and V blinked. She didn't think she set that many explosives to go off... Eh, c'est la vie, right? Grinning at her own pun, the guards that had been pursuing her ran to the explosion, as did the guard at the garden gate. God, mooks were idiots. In no time at all, V picked the lock on the gate and grinned, running off, albeit with a slight limp.
Staying in the dark, V entered her apartment through her window, closing it as she backed in. However, she had a guest...