She sat in their 'break room', sipping a piping hot, extremely black cup of coffee. She wasn't focused allowing herself to relax for the time being. After all, Her instincts told her she'd be needed anytime now to deal with some univited guests. Sighing, Her blonde-head fell back onto the cushiony seat, eyes closing as she thought back to the day's previous events.
*EARLIER*
Amparo's motorcycle sputtered as she squeezed the brakes, lifting one hand from the handlebars to partially remove her cloak. The four guards at the door marched through the blowing sands towards her vehicle and her cargo. Three stayed at a distance while one continued their trek towards her rumbling engine.
"Welcome back, Strongbow. Mission successful, I'm guessing?"
"As successful as one can be. Hope I'm not late." She swiped at a blonde strand of hair falling in her eyes as the guard underneath the brown hood smirked.
"You wish you were late. Hey, let her in!!" The sentinel gave Amparo a wink before turning back to their post. Another waved their acknowledgement and made their way over to a metallic panel in the sand. Amparo would not want to be on guard duty now, not in the wannabe sand storm. Nodding her thanks, She revved the motorcycle and watched the sand before her shake and suddenly rise. It cascaded off the metal hatch like a waterfall, finally ending as the dark mouth into the earth stopped it's opening. Amparo felt her cargo stir and gunned it, her tires screeching on the suddenly hard surface.
It seemed like forever until the tunnel ended finally opening up in a gigantic show-room of sorts. She hadn't expected anyone to be waiting for her. She knew the drill quite well, though she'd been kind of in retirement. Take the prisoner down to the cell area, drop in her in an emtpy one, make sure it was locked and then go take a coffee break or something. That's why she was surprised to see a doll-like figure standing at one of the many doors leading out of the room. Amparo parked the motorcycle expertly in between two sporty cars. Shutting the engine off and dismounting, She'd put the kick stand to good use and turned to meet her greeter. She was met with cold, blue eyes surrounded by black lashes.
"You shouldn't use mascara. It sticks out too much on you." Amparo confided, glaring at the woman. The woman had smirked, pulled a few loose strands of ivory hair behind her ear, and walked over to prod the blanketed figure still draped loosely over the back seat.
"Thanks for the advice but I don't think you should be the one dishing out beauty tips. Is this her?" Her eyes lit up in a maniacal sort of way as she placed both palms on either side of the cargo and ran them slowly towards her torso. Amparo looked away, disgusted at her act.
"You're going to wake her feeling her up like that."
"I can't help myself. I've waited so long for this. Let's get her down to the cell. I want to see her." She spoke calmly but underneath it Amparo could clearly hear her odd excitement. She'd never understand that woman but it wouldn't be long now.
Amparo had been the one to carry the girl down into the dungeon area while the Songbird woman walked behind her, sometimes talking other times not. She liked it better when she didn't talk because whenever she did something disturbing came out of her red lips.
Finally they reached a suitable cell, one that wasn't crawling with rodents or insects and was fairly clean. Amparo flung the door open and unceremoniously dropped the girl onto the hard floor.
"Be careful, you fool! If she's harmed before she's inspected we won't get our money!" Her tone was angry. One glance behind her told Amparo she really was angry, icy eyes ablaze with irritation. Amparo rolled her own violet eyes, grabbing her cloak and yanking. It unraveled from the girl's body like thread from it's spool, and once she was wearing the piece of cloth over her person once more, Songbird pushed her roughly out of the way to stare down at her capture.
"She's magnificent. Just like she always was."
"That's right. You two knew each other quite well, didn't you?"
"I suppose you could say that." Amparo left the cell and pulled one of the many round tables jutted up against the walls out into the middle of the hall. Sitting upon it, she went to light a cigarette she'd managed to slip from one the convienent stores. Until she got her fair share of the money, She was short one pot to piss in and that of course meant no nicotine.
"What are you planning on doing with her afterwards? Keep her as a trophy?" Songbird smirked as she exited the cell, closing the door with one heave and locking it. She came around to the other end of the table, leaning against it, watching the unmoving form of the girl laying in the cell.
"What a dumb question. Of course I'm not. You don't keep trapped rabbits as trophies. Besides, my favorite imbecile is dying to get his hands on her."
"Boss? I thought he and Ray were on another run? 'Sides he doesn't seem like the kind of kid that indulges in stuff like that." Amparo finally dragged the cigarette from out between her lips, letting the smoke pour from her mouth and nostrils. Damn that tasted good.
"Not him. My brother. He's been a little blood-thirsty lately. I was thinking I'd let him torture the attorney but after a little more thinking, I don't think that would be very wise. The girl will just have to make do." Songbird stood and brushed off a few specks of grime from her powder blue form. She walked around the table, giving Amparo one last glance.
"Besides, I'm doing her a favor. She wasn't meant for any other sort of life. Not to mention, I know one person she's dying to be reunited with. Only some of us have her kind of luck." The Songbird woman took her leave then. She never turned back.
*PRESENT*
Amparo grinned cynically. Yes, only some of us did have that kind of luck. She set her coffee down on the small table in front of her and stood. Adjusting her cloak, The blonde walked to the door, ignoring the four people following behind her. It was time.
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She turned from the window of the mansion, looking past her glaring reflection to the line of large rocks and boulders surrounding the compound. The attorney sat before her sipping the wine given to him. His legs were leisurely crossed, a look of pure content on his handsome face. But he wasn't anywhere on her mind at this point in time. All that mattered was the flash of scarlet she had just seen.
"Ms. Songbird, this wine is fabulous. What year is it?" Ebony fought back a sneer, instead smiling politely and rising to her feet.
"Excuse me, Mr. Baker. I forgot I have some business to attend to before we go down to see her. I'll be back shortly. Make yourself comfortable." She strode out of the sitting room. Her pace was furious or as close to it as she could get in the tight, constricting dress. It was time to lose the hunk of silk. Making a very short pit stop to her private room, She'd changed quickly, leaving the dress in a pile on the floor, while throwing on a plain brown shirt and leather vest and black slacks.
She left the room, slamming the door behind her. She was furious. Of course, Ebony had expected the dumb blonde wouldn't kill Molly but she was positive the three imbeciles the girl had busied herself with were fair game to her, an ex-murderer. Amparo the Strongbow wasn't called such just for the sturdiness of her weapon.
Amparo and Molly came in together one the premises of being slaves. And she supposed that's what they kind of were though they enjoyed a bit more freedom. Trained by her father's best bodyguards and the company's best hoodlums, The two grew into beautiful murder machines, killing without hesitation and without mercy. Amparo even more so than Molly. But it wasn't until Amparo received her special 'bow' and 'arrow' weapon that she began to really gain notoriety.
Ebony burst into the basment of the mansion, slamming the door leading into the long hallway that would in turn lead her to company sitting room. The only thing accompanying her in her trek down the long hall was the echoing sound of her sharp footsteps. She entered the room none too quietly, startling Anthony where he sat idly reading a book.
"You damned fool! They're here! I saw them from the window!! Get your gang of idiots out there now!! And find that damned Amparo-" The white-haired beauty stopped in her tirade, staring into the frowning lavendar eyes of the afore said person. Amparo let loose a small, barely audible sigh of disapprovement.
"I already know they here, Songbird. And I was just about to take care of them, that is if you don't mind." Ebony found herself about to shake her head dumbly when she set her jaw and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Fine. Just make sure they're dead this time. I'm sure your comrades won't mind helping you with that." The blonde woman nodded grimly, noting the prescence of her four replacements. Anthony grinned from his seat on the couch.
"The rats? Of course they will. They love nothing more than a good blood-bath, don't you guys?" The cloaked figures gave little nods and chuckles at the ivory-haired man's assumption. Amparo frowned and started to walk over towards the show-room door.
"Don't you think going that way will be a little obvious?" One of the rat's asked.
"Listen. I know what I'm doing, fools. You little kiddies just stand back and watch. Maybe you'll learn something." Nothing more to say to the people behind her, Amparo left the two Songbird twins alone in the sitting room to go face her fate.
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"I don't trust her." Anthony frowned and stood, book forgotten. Ebony unfolded her arms. Glaring at the door, she turned back to her brother.
"I don't either. If she didn't kill them the first time, what's to say she won't do it again?" He gave a little smirk and tugged at the lapels of his shirt. Ebony's frown grew even broader at the look on Anthony's face.
"What are you looking so smug for?"
"We're about to become $$80 billion double dollars richer, sis. Smile."
