An Elegant End

Assassin, Ice Maiden, Agent for the Company. | 'Murder' isn't a job, it's an art form. [Doctor Who Alternate Universe Role Play account. Adult situations. NSFW.]

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A Bloody Introduction || @HardertoHeal

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To say that the Doctor was an expert on murder would be going a bit too far. He wasn’t an expert; he was hardly more than a novice. But he was a fast learner, and he was careful, and when there was a means to an end in sight, he would walk that path, no matter how much blood had to be spilled to get him there. At least, he reminded himself with his hands shoved in his pockets, it wasn’t the blood of the innocent.

The Doctor kept his head down low, his shoulders hunched. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up against the collar of his jacket, and he resisted the urge to scratch the itch. He knew he was being followed, had noticed her two or three blocks back. Recognised her face from somewhere else, but he couldn’t quite place where. Files he’d picked up on the Company, maybe. He’d have to check his NotePad. He supposed it was inevitable, really, that they’d have sent somebody after him. You didn’t go on a vendetta mission against an organisation with that much power without expecting some repercussions, after all. He was honestly surprised it had taken them this long to do something about him.

No matter. He was almost where he wanted to be. Pausing for just a brief moment, the man known only as the Doctor, now, hurried into a side-alley, bending down and lifting off the lid of a manhole cover he’d loosened weeks ago for just this reason. He hefted and moved it to the side, dropping down the relatively short drop, not bothering to try replacing the cover before he hurried through the tunnels of the sewers, trying to remember which ones led to the alley beside his hotel.

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Oh, something was definitely up. Romana could practically hear alarm bells going off in the other party's head. She sorely hoped that he makes a run for it, desperately wanting a challenge. However, he didn't strike her as a runner - an avoid-er of public confrontation, perhaps, but definitely not a coward. So, she continues to follow, knowing that if she's patient, he'll make his move and she'll be more than ready to take cut him down. She was confident in her abilities, maybe even a little arrogant - and why shouldn't she be? He had probably never come across an assassin of her... caliber before. Most were in it for the money, Romana, most certainly was not.

Romana froze when he paused, her heart skipping a beat, and, just as she suspected, he ducked into an alley. He was fast;m surprisingly so. If she had taken her eyes off him for a split second, she wouldn't have clocked it. The gun concealed in it's holster had never felt heavier. She quickened her step, determined not to lose him.

She slipped easily into the alley, removing the weapon as she went. It didn't take more than a second to realize exactly where he disappeared to. She huffed an aggravated sigh. It would be the sewer, wouldn't it? Not that she wasn't unaccustomed to running through the bowels of city. She just tried to avoid it if and when she could. Her nose wrinkled - it was a particularly rank one at that, too. 

Holstering the gun securely, she dropped through the man hole. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the lack of light. She listened, her instincts telling her that he moved off to the right - as did she. "Doctor!" She called through the splish-splash of the water. "Let's stop playing this game!" He could hear her, Romana was certain of it. "It's time to stop running!" She crept carefully through the darkness, eyes peeled for movement, "Give me what I came for, and I'll leave you in peace. We'll hear no more it, mm?" Was he fool enough to face her? She certainly hoped so.

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A Bloody Introduction || @HardertoHeal

How this mark was able to kill twenty of their best and brightest, she'll never understand. He was brilliant, staggeringly brilliant in fact - that was part of the reason he was in so - much - trouble, but an amateur in the game of murder. He'd been able to elude capture until now; which was impressive. Very impressive indeed, she had to admit. Romana almost felt a small pang deep in that hardened shell she called a heart, vaguely resembling regret. It would be a pity to destroy such an artist. An amateur he may be, but he certainly had a... talent for it, a taste, looking at his work. Which is why, she had been called in to take care of it. A ruthless killer versus a ruthless killer. The Company's very best. 

Romana wasn't worried. She'll get what she needs and make sure he has a quick and relatively painless death. It's the least she can do, that is, assuming, he gives her what she wants. If he hadn't been so stubborn in the first place, she thinks, his family, may have been spared their fate. But alas, he just had to make things difficult for himself didn't he? First, denying them information, second, denying it again even with the death of his relatives and third, this ridiculous killing spree. Tsk, tsk, this had all the hallmarks of a bloody ending.

The woman's dark brown eyes narrowed, keeping them trained on the man a little ways ahead on the sidewalk. She was certain to keep quite a few people between herself and him as possible. Romana stuffed her hands inside her pockets, blowing out an aggravated sigh. Where was he going? She'd been tailing him for a good thirty minutes now, and, if she didn't know any better he had cottoned onto the fact that someone was following him. Her lips twitched. "Clever boy," She murmured under her breath. The crowd was beginning to thin, and she knew it was only a matter of time.