Late at Night || Xavier & Libitina
This was one of the things she hated. Having to go out, in the middle of a unreasonably cold night, to track someone. She wouldn't had minded if it involved some killing, because that was almost surely to end in a warm bed, and if not, at least in a place with a fireplace or some decent heat. Tracking, however, involved hours spent in the cold and on her feet.
Walking quickly, she made her way throw a solitary street; her body half hid under a big dark red coat and her steps muffled by her solid black boots. There had been a recent body count, and in the deep criminal underworld people where starting to ask questions. To whom did this man belonged? Did he worked for someone, or did he worked alone? How did he managed not to get caught? And several more question, that if not answered soon, could cause a havoc. No one liked having a killer without identification. And so her father had sent her on a mission to find this man -or woman, even if everyone else was hell bent that it was a male- and bring answers back.
Suddenly she heard steps approaching. Her instincts flared up; the little hair at the nap of her neck raising. It was already late, and the street had been empty just moments ago. Lowering her pace, she turned her head to the floor, allowing her black hair to cover the right side of her face. She would just pretend to be lost in thought and wait for whoever was coming to bump into her, or if that didn't work, she would just bump into the person herself.