A Girl’s Best Friend || TDR Event Plot Drop
Among the festivities and the scandals in the making, far beneath the Golightly gala, Celine was shadowing a guard. Sharp ears had caught wind of the Pink Star Diamond as she was chatting him up, and his abrupt departure had given her an excellent chance to trail after him, her soft footfalls drowned out by the loud music and constant steam of chatter. The diamond was in the basement, and talks were underway about bringing it back up at the pinnacle of the party as a present for Bunny Golightly. It was perfect timing.
She kept close to the walls, pausing as her target slipped into a non-descript room in the basement of The Garden Hotel. Celine watched them speak to another man in uniform briefly, but she was too far away to hear well. The Pink Star Diamond would belong to the Russians tonight, if she had any say in it. She watched as other security personnel entered and left the room, counting six in total before she made her move. Opening her clutch, she took out a small needle, filled to the brim with a powerful toxin that would have easily taken out twenty men. She palmed the weapon before turning the corner, a vacant, dazed look on her face. “Oh my gosh, did I like, make a wrong turn… H-hey mister!” She waved at him, leaning against the wall for balance as she hiccuped. “D’you know where room 145 is? I was gonna…supposed to meet someone…” Celine slumped, dress crumpling as the deep vee revealed just a touch of extra tantalizing skin.
Celine heard him approach, her head lolling as she giggled to herself. “Hey, you know. You know you have just the most handsome face mister. Why don’t you come a little closer?” She smiled as he walked over to him, her arms reaching out for him as he knelt down to speak with her. “I gotta secret for you…” She leaned towards him, all vapid smiles and sugar-coated sweetness. “You’re a fucking moron.”
“Hey, you’re not-” The assassin didn’t think, launching into action like a viper. Her hand clamped down on the guard’s mouth, muffling his cries as the other sank the needle into his neck. Celine could feel his screams as he clawed at her, echoing in the hallway. But his resistance faltered and his movements became sluggish in a matter of moments. She could hear his radio going off, his colleagues asking him just what was going on outside. As soon as she let him go, he fell to the floor in an unconscious lump.
“Oops.“ Celine murmured, the needle disappearing back into her clutch as the guard convulsed before her, finally growing still after a few agonizing minutes. She propped him up so it looked a little less like a corpse and more like a man who had a little too much to drink, though the foaming at the mouth would likely give it away. She patted him down, taking his pistol and his identification in case there were tougher security measures further in. Given that she had already made it this far, it seemed a waste not to go for the diamond itself. Besides, once someone spotted the body in the hall, her timer would be running perilously quick. It was now or never. Might as well make the most of it.
She directed the gun to the corpse and shot, eliciting cries of alarm from both the hotel staff and the guards in the room.
But as she waited by the door, gun in hand and ready to take out the first security personnel to charge though, she spotted another figure making their way down the hall. It sure as hell wasn’t any guard, but another scavenger who had caught onto the scent of the diamond. Celine smiled at him, heart thundering with the excitement that came from a fresh kill, and many more to come. “So sorry dear, but this prize belongs to the Bratva. As dashing as you are, I don’t feel like sharing tonight.” The karakurt took in the sight of the stranger, mischief on her mind. After all, this was an opportunity. “…But I suppose we could race for it, if you’re good enough to keep up, that is.“
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