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Post by Safira on Sept 29, 2016 8:12:02 GMT
Date: January 18th 2018
Time: 22:17
Location: Pulse, Las Vegas Strip.
Irwin Ferrer was the name of tonight’s particular target - an independent journalist who boasts a wealth of connections and avenues to traverse and exploit in the name for journalism. He had been lately delving into waters that he didn’t understand, digging into a war that was not meant for his eyes to see. It weren’t only the posts that he did online or the accusations he made courtesy of an unnamed source at various television appearances. But he had been doing some investigative journalism too, wandering places that he shouldn’t wander. Irwin had been in the sights of The Light for a couple of months now, time that was spent waiting to see how much of a problem he could really be as well as whether it was worth spending time and resources on sniffing him out.
It was worth it, or at least that is what had been said. Orders had fallen their way down from the top courtesy of Ra’s Al Ghul; a messenger; Belial informing Safira of what was required before disappearing again into the shadows. It wasn’t exactly going to be too troublesome, or it didn’t seem that way on paper. It was a standard extract the target and extort him for what he knows – simple sounding really. But still boredom was a collective experience in the Dark Side Club when there was nothing really required of them. Safira knew if she kept it quiet then aggro would only come her way later, everyone wanted a piece of the action.
It was Vegas still. Irwin was reported to be attending the birthday party for one of his dear friends; a businessman that owned several nightclubs in Las Vegas. He had rented out a club of his own for his own party and Irwin should be attending. It wasn’t far from the Darkside Club’s establishment and that of course made the use of teleportation unwarranted. It was walking distance. And so that is what Safira did, she walked there, hanging close by to her date for the night. ”Don’t you just hate it when a mission’s right on our doorstep?”. Safira said as she breathed into a sigh, then chewing on her lip a few moments as she shook her head. ”Just once, can’t we be sent to lounge on the coast of Costa Rica?”. It was a bit of a pipedream but then there were stranger and more exotic places that she had been sent in the past.
Safira then halted, putting an arm in front of Nightshade to bring her to a halt as well. Up ahead was the nightclub with a long line of guests ready to party and the door being watched by several bouncers. Safira had never been inside, again, eliminating teleportation. But there was no way either would settle for waiting in line, in the cold, like some scrub human. ”You want to field this one?”. Safira said with her arm dropping down at her side, turning her glance to fix upon her partner in crime. She knew Nightshade had her methods – often entertaining to watch. |
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Post by Nightshade on Sept 30, 2016 3:00:51 GMT
Loosen up my buttons baby
The song played in her ears through the wireless buds as she danced around the sanctum. It had been boring around here for the past few weeks, The Light hadn’t had much for them to do and so they were left to their own devices. The others all seemed to be getting their kicks elsewhere since she hadn’t seen anyone around when she came back from walking around the strip earlier that day and she poked around their penthouse playing with her plants and other poisonous pets but that lost its appeal after awhile. When she had finished she still hadn’t seen anyone around and the boredom was starting to get to her.
Saying what you going to do to me
Which is why she had put her ear buds and turned on the music on her iPhone. The songs shuffled around until it landed on a particular favorite of hers. She was told that it was a ‘old’ song from the mid 2000’s but that meant nothing to her, all earth music was new to her and she liked this song, it made her feel…well, lets just say this song could get her into some trouble if she wasn’t careful.
You been saying all the right things all night long. But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off
Nightshade kept up her dance until she was interrupted by Taylor and after a little bit of poking fun at her expense Taylor extended the invitation to join her on a mission. Nightshade practically jumped at the chance, any reason to get out and get her hands dirty was good enough for her.
After a brief rundown of the mission and who their target way Nightshade went off to change and followed Safira out and down to the strip toward the club after linking arms with her date.
Don’t you just hate it when a mission’s right on our doorstep?”
”I’ll take anything I can get right now, things have gotten stale” She didn’t know what the light was doing with their time but whatever it was it wasn’t involving them and it was getting annoying.
”Just once, can’t we be sent to lounge on the coast of Costa Rica?”.
”Hmm. That would be nice, or maybe some place festive like Brazil” As the hand shot out in front of her and kept her from walking Nightshade listened and looked at the long line that was blocking the path to their prey. Ugh, that was one thing she hated, this town was always crawling with people and getting in any place could take forever if you didn’t know the right people…at least, that was what she had been told since she hadn’t had that problem before. Safira seemed to be thinking the same thing because she let Nightshade take lead which caused the alien to smirk.
”Follow me”
Nightshade walked toward the door but was stopped by the large man that was guarding the door ”Lines that way, ladies.” he pointed toward the sea of people that were waiting but Nightshade did not move, instead she pulled Safira a little closer to her and wrapped her arm around her waist ”We’re here for the party” The bouncer laughed a little ”yeah, you and everyone else”
”We’re the entertainment. The private entertainment” Nightshade lifted her brow a little and smiled suggestively.
The bouncer looked the two women up and down a few times before moving aside to let them in. As soon as he had Nightshade grabbed Safiras hand and blew the bouncer a kiss with her free one before walking inside the club. ”Easy as pie”
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Post by Safira on Sept 30, 2016 17:11:43 GMT
It was quite remarkable really. Here Safira was, the human of the two, but in the moment she felt so alien. She hadn’t really experienced the whole clubbing scene until her arrival into the Shadow Squad. It was due in large part of having residence be on Infinity Island for the longest time. It was so isolated and away from the rest of the world that places like night clubs and bars could prove difficult. She had been getting better thought, visits with Nightshade to bars and following the lead were chances to learn. Of course if she were here instead with a hood and an ensemble of Shadows’ assassins then she would be confident about what to do next, how to enter the club. It would also be a lot more subtle of an entry but maybe not so the case when it comes to the finer details of the mission.
Safira was accustom to the play once the two of them were there in front of the bouncer that seemed a little on edge – likely a result of working a door with so many wanting to come in. Safira threw her arms around Nightshade’s neck and leaned her head down against her shoulder, closing her eyes and opening them again as she smiled towards the bouncer while Nightshade handled the talking. It worked. Safira let her hold of Nightshade go as her hand was taken and promptly led inside.
It was almost immediate that the sound of the music thumping in volume could be heard being blared through the nightclub. It was also fairly dark. Dimly lit lights provided the little luminescence and there was reason for that which was obvious already. Narcotics and such, private conversations, it was all very fitting for the environment. ”Hmm, soooo… how about one of us does a little scouting of the talent, and the otherrr… fetches some drinks?”. She shrugged, looking towards Nightshade. ”I’m sure we can play a little before work”. |
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 14, 2016 2:48:19 GMT
Nightshade was always done for a little play and mixing pleasure with business was always her preferred method of work. "It's your show, I'll get the drinks and meet you" She wasn't going to step on Safiras mission she had been asked to tag along and was going to roll with what she wanted to do and that was fine with her for now, Nightshade was in no hurry to return back to the penthouse.
Separating from her friend Nightshade walked to the bar and leaned against it while she waited to catch the bartenders attention. It took longer than she was used to but the club was packed and busy from the party happening as well as the other patrons so she would let it slide, besides, it gave her a good vantage point and time for scanning the area to try to asses the security. They were easy to pick out: rigid, stoic, and head on a swivel. So far she counted four but that didn't mean more weren't peppered throughout and hidden.
Finally once the bartender made it to her Nightshade ordered two drinks and carried them through the club until she finally found her colleague. "What do you think?" Their situation was a little complicated. Of course the job was simple but they were in a room full of people, lots of witnesses. But, then again...it wasnt hard to get in her and she did say they were the 'private entertianment' it wouldn't be hard to get the men somewhere more quiet. |
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Post by Safira on Oct 16, 2016 13:24:09 GMT
”Mmhm…”. Safira mumbled as Nightshade moved away and her glance veered around the club itself. It weren’t like she needed a reminder that it was really her own mission. Safira had just not been entirely amazing when it came to extraction mission; she was far more comfortable when the existence of the other didn’t matter. Orders were orders though, and she needed to at least play well with others for the first part.
It was easy enough for Safira to slither her way into the busy bustling crowd that occupied the dance floor in the club. Her small frame allowed her to effortlessly glide through the crowd relatively unnoticed. She stepped towards one end of the dance floor, and herself approached by a rather direct young lady who decided Safira was her new dance partner. Safira was certain the blonde weren’t her type, though you would never be able to tell with the way Safira traced her fingers over the blonde’s body as the two danced. Her glance was far off in the distance though, on the target as he approached the birthday boy himself. He was greeted with a handshake before the two sit down and drinks were called over.
Safira slunk away from the girl, and moved back to where she had been before. She smiled taking the drink, sighing a small bit then speaking. ”He’s only just met with his friend”. Her eyes fell to the glass, part wondering if Nightshade had done anything to it; only to mess with her, harm never entered the thought. ”Maybe give it a while, and then move in… get him… or them away”. Safira turned her glance away as she lifted the glass to drink a small sip. ”D’you have any trouble?”. She asked and then took another small sip. You never found drinks like these when infiltrating a military base. |
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