At the Gala
She’d underestimated the amount of security the Gala would have. Multiple guards guarded every point of entry. With such high profile persons of interest attending, it made sense. But that didn’t make it any less of a pain in the ass.
She supposed she’d have to thank Mary for doing such a good job forging her credentials as a member of the wait staff and for hiding her supplies bag in an out-of-order stall in the ladies room. Ela might even go as far as rendering them square, just for the fact that this favor came at a much higher cost than she’s expected.
But she’d made it in, and that was what was important. She left the lady’s room dressed in a floor length gown, makeup applied, and upon entering the ballroom, acquired a glass of champagne from the nearby waiter. She blended in well and no one seemed any the wiser to the additional guest.
Now all that remained was to finish HIS task for her. She still wasn’t sure how she was supposed to do that. ‘Distract everyone and make sure no one gets caught.’ Yeah, that sounded like the easiest thing to accomplish ever. She didn’t even know who else in the room was in The Joker’s pocket, or perhaps under threat, like herself. She wished that there was some way to know.
“He could have at least given us a freaken code word or something,” she muttered to herself. “What the hell am I even supposed to be distracting them from? And when?”
She looked around the room at large, taking in the many faces surrounding her. How many of them were about to commit crimes tonight? How many would she have to protect to protect herself?
“This is bullshit.”
