To Live of Die(StarSailor2804)

[TaintedHeart]

To Live or Die(StarSailor2804)

Tara Lee, FBI CCC, Classified Correction Case. National jewel smuggler and theif, arsonist and identification fraud, leader of a con group, and several other severe accounts, from gang violence, drug dealing, mass destruction of historic landmarks, and a few undeniable accounts of murder. The worst of them all. Sentenced to life in prison from age nineteen on, and transferred to a special facility for such aweful cases. There was one thing though, that they didn't tell Rayona. They didn't tell her that this facility would give her life a second chance.

A special group of 'Second Borns', the worst of them all put on a three month plan in attempt to turn them into able workers. Though their life still wasn't their own. They were going to be working for the FBI. And what for anything else, but the FBI's own dirty work crew. They would be the assassins. They would be the spies, the one's in first line of danger. If they made it pass. The three month plan was as long as they gave to try and get them back to the way they were. Break and change all manners of violence, rudeness, and turn them into extremely well formed ladies and gentlemen...Tara wished they would have left her with her life sentence. But from then on, she was given a new name. Rayona.

The first two months, Rayona had thought, went fairly well. They were boring, leisurely, none exciting as she had finally learned how to not beat the shit out of her instructor while she was training in the martial arts class, eat as if she had never eatten before while learning proper table manners, or throw her boot at the main instrutor she was assigned to. For a while, they thought that she wasn't going to make it. Why? Because, she was too wild. Rayona spent those two months trying her hardest to annoy, piss off...and on one occasion seduct the FBI agents assigned to the CCCs. Until she was finally informed that this month was the last month she'd have to get it straight. And then, it was over for her. What had they done for her to give her a wake up of what she was missing? They'd taken her outside.

The air of outdoors had shaken her senses five months in life, and then the two months she was spending now, she had never felt more alive and free, despite her instructor standing behind watching her as she wandered around like a child marvelling at the top of the world, within the pent up square area of the concrete courtyard. It was enough to force her to straighten up. And straighten up she did.

Those three and a half weaks had driven her to be one of their best come back cases yet. She was ready then. Ready for her first assignment. And that, it seemed, would take her away from Atlanta, and right into Paris, France.

The night lights of a place she had never seen before brought Rayona a huge releif. True, she'd be watched...she'd be watched so closely that she was sure the smallest move to run, or hide, or anything else would have the agents all over her, hauling her back to try and fix what they had wrong. Three strikes, and she would be done for. So she couldn't screw up.

Her assignment did not sound easy. She was to be attending a large party under a disguise name, Ms. Vivian LeBeu, and spying on some man of high stature. The earring she wore, her communicator none the less would inform her if this was to be an assassin case, and then she'd be lead through, if they had planned it well, the weapon she was to use, and the cover up for it, and then to get out. So her attire was as respected.

A sleek, slender gown of silver was worn, with small straps holding it upon her form, the bra she wore beneath strapless but light, enough to reveal those beautiful curves so rarely found in such a almost perfect form upon many females. Prison had taken it's toll upon her weight, she had refused to eat at all, and so her thin figure was as expected, but equally gorgeous, leading down to curvatious hips, the end of the sparkly, water smooth dress just a mid-way between her knees and ankles. The high heels she wore were silver as well, a lovely silver chain with a small moon shape there upon her neck. The earrings were moon shaped as well, a compliment to her face as well.

The delicately light skin demanded attention, shoulder length, sunkissed blond hair leading in to natural dark roots. Her eyes were a light aqua color, delicately arched eye brows above with long eye lashes other women would kill for. Her lips were painted with a soft rose red color. Truly a head turner...but they never said that she wasn't allowed to be sexy or seductive toward her target, and hell, if they didn't say so, then she certainly would. She'd seen the picture, he'd given her a reason to be. Somewhere inside of that respectful, charming beauty, looking like Ms. America herself, was still that sense of wild, headstrong nature. She exited her limo, stepping out into bright lights and crowds as she gazed up to the massive structure, grasping that purse as she carefully accended the stairs and stood at the door, waiting for entry into the fine dining place which the party was to be held. Her job had begun.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Paris, France. Oh how he loved this country. The streets were full of addicts, hookers, and the other desire and undesireables that needed his precious drug. The American, as they called him, had contacts from the Far East all the way to the Far West. He was the most elusive of all international criminals, whose exploits were not only drugs but much more far stretching. Arms, drugs, jewels, and so much more. All were his candy. But, now he was in France for a party held by one of his clients.

Mr. DeVaux, he hated the name and never could pronounce it right, was a high official in the French government who had assisted him many names. The guy was as dirty as a caved in coal mine. But, no matter how he thought the French were a bunch of stuck up pricks he did have one nice thing to say about them, damn did they know how to throw a party. Standing upon a balcony on the second floor of the mansion The American watched the ants. Some were queens thus making them poisonous to one another, but there were truly those who would survive.

Some high officials, drug lords, high crime thugs, and even a head of the local Yakuza were present. What a fine lot. With two women quickly coming to his side he wrapped his arms around them as he took a sip of his drink. The American was as close to a god as a mere mortal could be, he had everything. Turning his gaze to the stairs he watched as the host of the party appeared. Mr. DeVaux, what a prick. He was the most snooty French man he had met and that was saying alot.

With his recent prize by his side the medium height man with medium length greasy hair and dark brown eyes, finally stepped onto the ground floor and was greeted by a whole host of people. He was weak too, in a fight he would be down in an instant, but that was why he had an army of guards. Looking about the party Mr. Devaux walked over to the head of the Yakuza and smiled, shaking the man's hand. Then turning to a wide audience he spoke up, "Welcome my friends, I am glad you could join me for this great occassion! Please enjoy the party," he said as things continued as they had before his arrival.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Sarah Berden shifted her weight from her left foot to her right as she turned towards the door. Her short brown hair catching the shine of the chandeliers above. The look of social ennui was plastered on her face, a look she had perfected with hours of practice in front of the mirror.

In the doorway stood a gorgeous woman, known to Sarah as CCC48. Watching the woman's eyes drift across the room, Sarah could see the intelligence even across the room. "Good," thought Sarah. "This CCC looked a lot better than the previous 47. Perhaps she would stay alive."

Although the expression on Sarah's face didn't change, a feeling of sadness swept through her. She didn't like the CCC program. There were too many possiblities of failure. And in this job, failure meant death. She wondered if anyone had told number 48 about the short life expectancy of people with her job or what had happened to the other CCC graduates.

Sarah leaned back against the wall. Her casual body language a definite contrast to her awareness of the situation. Slowly moving her eyes across the crowded floor she noticed the society page couples, the financiers, the entrepreneur, and the criminals. A small smile touched her rouged lips as she wondered if she was the only one that knew that the large majority of those in attendance had participated in some form of illegal dealings either here in France or internationally.

She watched CCC48 glide across the room in her silver gown and for a slight moment felt an touch of envy. While Sarah was pretty in her own way she would never be called beautiful or gorgeous. "Cute" and "Nice" were usually applied to her by family. Coworkers called her dedicated and stubborn. Still, the FBI was good about costumes, and the dress Sarah was wearing was definitely a costume. A deep red silk that floated from an halter neck bodice to her ankles was accompanied by sheer silk thigh high stockings and three inch spike heeled black sandals. Around her neck was a four strand black pearl choker with a black onxy stone in the center. The onyx was a shell hiding a strong microphone that could pick up speech as far as five feet away. The matching pearl and onyx earrings held the receiver. Anyone looking at her would see a pretty dark haired woman in her early thirties, with a tight compact body, slighty larger than average breasts and hips, appearing to be slightly bored. What people couldn't see was the red silk strapless bra, matching silk panties and black leather straps that encircled her upper calves holding her SW 640 Centennial magnum on her right leg and her custom made Bowie knife with its five inch blade on her left leg.

As DeVaux began his welcoming speech, Sarah looked up to watch the American standing on one of the balconies overlooking the ballroom. She had noticed him when he entered the room, his name and face well-known to most law enforcement agencies. Sarah watched him watch CCC48.

 

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-sorry sharingfantasies. I'd be more than happy to do a thread with you but this one is closed at the time..::

Targets were easy to spot. Listening to the first few instructions spoken in a low tone, enough for her ears only, she instantly pin pointed the French man, Mr. DeVaux. Sure enough, just what she expected. At a medium height, greasy hair and dark eyes. The tradtional gangster like, high ranking criminal. Not that Rayona herself was exactally comfortable with her job. She didn't like that idea, of having to turn in and spy on, be the murderer of people who at a time were just like her. But the man himself did not look too hard to get close to. She just had to worry about getting out, and getting past his guards. Martial arts weren't for nothing.

The careful, graceful movements brought the temporary Vivian LeBeu to a hault as Mr. DeVaux spoke, his tone suggesting the slippery character he was. But the moment he was finished, she listened to her instructions yet once more. First Target Ray...don't, please don't mess this up. Mr. DeVaux is a well 'respected' man among this party. So, first thing you should meet him. Try and keep yourself relatively natural, as if you were born here as well. You've trained too long to not know how the accents work, and simple languages.

Carefully, very leisurely Rayona made her way through the crowd, smiling and greeting others as if they were old friends before halting in front of Mr. DeVaux. With a pretty smile across rose colored lips she smiled softly, accepting a glass of wine from a passing waiter before she spoke.

"Mr. DeVaux, a striking pleasure to meet you. I am Vivian LeBeu." Sure enough, Rayona played the role of an actress like a pro. There was little surprise much that she could have very well been mistaken for one of those pretty French Women wandering about the party. But then again, she was sure none of them had ear pieces and trackers on, were expected to make ways to certain floors, collect murdering items, do the job and get the hell out of there so easily. But for this job...well, Rayona was trying to see it as nothing but a visit to Paris.

Her eyes scanned the crowds breifly, pinpointing several other men to keep a watch on, learn more about. Until she finally rested them upon a familiar looking face. An american, it looked like, more than obvious she was sure. But the moment she caught his gaze, she turned her head back toward Mr. DeVaux and smiled politely. Tonight would be busy.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Mr. DeVaux was caught offguard as he heard a voice from behind and turned to see a beautiful young lady standing there with a glass of wine in her hand. He was about to ignore her when she spoke, it was a youthful voice, she was young, but yet there was some age to her as if she had seen much in her life thus far. Mr. DeVaux could pick up on such things, he had dealt with many dark and seedy characters as well as those who talked their ways out of things. But, as she said her name he didn't know it and that made him even more suspicious.

"Yes, and I should care who you are why?" Rude, yes, but the other men nearby who heard him laughed. Who was this woman? Who did she really think she was? Putting his hand up in the air he waved over a guard who was working his way through the crowd. "Unless you give me a reason to allow you to stay you will be escorted from here. I doubt you are my invited list because dear, I've never heard that name before," he said and snickered to a colleague of his.

From the second floor The American watched the woman and Mr. DeVaux as they exchanged dialogue. He couldn't tell what was being exchanged, but watching the guard work his way through the crowd he knew that she was likely to be tossed from the party soon enough. Smiling he took a sip of his hard drink and leaned against the railing to see how this was going to turn out.

 

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-God I can't keep up with all these threads! Okay...this one is supposed to go here, and that one there, yeah, think I got it now..::

 

[TaintedHeart]

The French. Always with their damn suspicions. Sure enough, Rayona was horribly tempted to just kill the man and get it over with, but the placing of her hands on her purse, prepared to very hasily pull the closest thing to a sharp object, perhaps the nail file from it and stab him with it was cut off by a flood of voices to her. This was a bit morethen she had thought. With a charming, sneering smile she tilted her head.

"Perhaps you should care, if you favor the business of my Uncle? Though, I could certainly make my way to his home tonight and tell him you'd rather not." Andre LeBeu, currently in custody unknown so far to anyone but you, but believed to be back at his one of his homes, the one in Italy rather France. He holds some major ties with this man, so make it seem that way. Well, it might have also helped if the damned man feeding her the information gave it to her sooner and more precise. She took a sip of that drink, keeping the smoothly airy sense of graceful pride about herself.

"If not my name ringing a bell, Andre LeBeu perhaps? Check your list, five times if you wish, I would not be in here and have gotten past the man at the door if my name wasn't on the list. But I grow bored of this conversation already, I may just fly right back to Italy and let him know of such an arrangement." Set fire to a cat's whiskers and refuse to put it out, and it would bring you the moon to have you put it out. That's just what she would do. If not, she'd skip right past the seduction and kill the rat-like man without a seconds notice of it. She'd drag it out as long as she could pull it off, though.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Mr. DeVaux suddenly swallowed the lump in his throat and waved the guard off who was approaching. Some others who knew the name nearby stopped the laughs and backed off. He had messed up, not registering the name at first, and it was a very costly mistake. He would have to make good with her to make sure none of this went back to her uncle. Taking a long drink of his glass of wine Mr. DeVaux looked around hastily before looking towards the second floor.

"Uh..umm.. I am gratefully sorry, I apologize, my mistake, please if we may discuss this in private. I have something for your father," he said showing her a way through the crowd and then led her upstairs guards following behind. Constant protection was always required with crowds. Glancing over at The American as he walked by him and into the office Mr. DeVaux yelled and told his men to close the door and leave them alone. And, to not allow anyone inside.

The American though was suspicious, he always was, and studied the young woman. Taking a sip of his hard drink he watched her as she walked by and followed the stupid Frenchman into his office. As the doors were closed after she entered Mr. DeVaux's office the woman could watch as the man quickly opened a safe and pulled an extremely expensive necklace. The thing was covered in so many diamonds that it would blind someone if worn in the sunlight.

As well, he pulled out a bag full of cash. Walking back to her he smiled, "This necklace is for my rudeness and this bag of money is for your uncle. Tell him I hope we can work together once again, your uncle and I go way back." Walking around her he brushed aside her hair and placed the necklace around her. He dare not touch her more than he had to after what he had done downstairs, and after knowing who she was.

Walking away back to his desk he pour himself another hard drink with mostly his back to her, although he was definately not in a compromising enough of a position to strike.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Rayona could have laughed. It was hilarious, how the smallest of words could fraze a man into such a sense of fear that one could only wonder. One simple name had been enough to stir the mind of someone so much. Hell, Rayona took one look at the necklace and was trying to remind herself why she was doing this job. Why? Because, this was her second chance. Yes, which ment she couldn't blow it. Still, she couldn't help but wish she had that life back.

The acting she played was professional, seeming to not be much stirred by the dazzling, nearly impossibly necklace he'd placed around her neck she nodded and carefully slipped away that bag of money. Good job Rayona. Keep up the play, we should have enough by the end of this party to put DeVaux and his money together... Rayona could go on as Vivian LeBeu forever if it included the money, the wealth, and the expensive jewelry. No. She did, after all, have the FBI breathing down her neck like a pack of dogs. She'd have to be careful.

Mentally she was wondering why she just didn't kill him and get it over with. She didn't like the man at all for the most part, but still, this was a job she had to do weather she liked it or not. We don't want him dead Rayona, so if the catch after the party do not go right, then schedule a meeting between you, LeBeu and him at the Iffle Tower. We'll get him then.

"My uncle should be flying in from Italy in two days, and I'm sure he would love to hear all about how the party went, as well as speak to you. So, it would be the pleasure of us both I'm sure if you joined us at the Iffle Tower? The view was always marvelous..." Her voice was kept smooth and clear, taking a sip of that wine yet again as she relaxed there, holding that purse with that good sum of money inside. The money would be enough to tie DeVaux to the criminal line the man had attached himself, more than carefully.

Rayona would have never dreamed of turning in anyone. But times changed. And now, she was in no position to not do what she was told.

 

[Starsailor2804]

It was that moment that she made her mistake, suggesting meeting at the Eiffel Tower in two days, something about that didn't seem right. But, Mr. DeVaux didn't say anything, however if she was watching she would have caught the hint that he knew something was wrong. Sitting down at his chair behind his desk he looked at her carefully and folded his hands as he placed them on the desk.

"I will be unable to attend, however please do bring your father to my residence." Looking up at her he then rose and walked to the door. "Well it was nice meeting the daughter of an old friend of mine, if you want we can store the money until you leave so you can enjoy the party, if you want?" Placing his hand on the door he turned and looked back at her expecting her to say something. Why he expected her to say something he didn't know, but just had a feeling.

OOC: Sorry, don't know what else to write!

 

[TaintedHeart]

Damnit. Again, suspicion never seemed to be so easily depleated. Still, she kept that act up, that sense of snobbish, proud French wealth that she played so well. Vivian LeBeu certainly was a spoiled little thing. But then again, word travelled so fast that diamonds were a girls best friend, so what better of a way to make her happy. 'I should just kill him..' she was thinking 'He's way too suspicious.' But none the less she smiled smugly with a small shrug of delicate shoulders and removed the bag of money. She needed to earn back that trust, and leaving the money here to return to collect it later on seemed her best opition.

'You're beautiful...you have looks, use them..' Her thoughts halted her at the door as she held the glass gently in one hand and her purse gently in the other. Shaking back her hair carefully to reveal that smooth neck and a fine view of her gorgeous upper chest, she carefully rose her purse to remove the bag of money and offer it back to him to hold.

"I'm certainly sure he wouldn't mind doing that. And I.." She offered a quick wink, keeping her voice smoothly kept with that equal snappishness she'd used earlier, more like a girl used to getting her way all the time, "Certainly wouldn't mind stopping by at the end of the party to retrieve the money. Until then."

Exiting the office carefully, catching the sight of a waiter travelling the second floor she hastily slipped the empty glass onto his tray and smiled. Already eyes drew like nothing to that necklace she was wearing now, an obvious attraction. What are you doing? We need that money to tie DeVaux to his criminal string!

Now certainly back in the view of her followers, who would as well be somewhere among the crowds, or set cameras up invisible on the walls to watch her she smiled softly. Her eyes flickering towards the walls so non chalant they went unnoticed, but it was clear that she was buying trust. If not, then they would have to hope that the end of the party they caught him in the fray that would raise from it all. It was not her fault, she was following her instructions to the smallest.

Among those groups, she pin pointed the American again, but like before, only let him hold her gaze for a moment before she began a decent of the stairs from the second floor to the first. Who was he? Would he be a target here soon? She had a feeling so.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Mr. DeVaux didn't hesitate on showing her out the door after she offered to pick the money up later that night after the party. He caught the wink but mostly shrug it off because of knowing who her uncle was. Had she been anyone else he would have taken what he wanted, but definately not her. She had thrown the wink and the great emphasis to her breasts, how he had the ability to shown her out he didn't know, but he did.

Nodding he closed the door behind her and paced for a moment or two before rejoining the party. Among the crowd he had left from a different door and was among them before her. As she made her way across the second floor to the stairs The American watched her closely once again. He barely ever took his eyes off of her. On the floor below the crowd was much smaller as many had filed into other rooms. Some were dancing and some were just chit chatting, but along the wall she saw some looks she could have done without.

They weren't looking at her dress, they were looking what was underneath that dress. As she took another step finally coming to the first floor again she saw a girl in the corner snort some narcotics. Drinking and drugs, they were all about. No one was very discreet about it. However, the party was very upper class, women were dressed in their finest gowns. A hand on her arm caused her to stop as a man, who had obviously had too much to drink, began talking her.

One side of the man's shirt was out of his pants and he looked totally disheveled. "Well aren't you a pretty lady, what is your name?" Taking another big gulp from his drink his eyes were much more closed than open. He wasn't all that ugly, although the drunkness made him much worse.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Guns, knives, anything to kill a person any other time would have been snatched out in moments as that hand was set on her arm. But she stopped none the less, taking a look of disturbed distaste towards the obviously drunk man. Oh he wasn't too horrible to look at, but looking as if he had just downed an entire vodka bottle, she was not all that impressed by him either. Still with a roll of her eyes and a tug of her arm to release herself from him she spoke.

"Vivian LeBeu." Again, the French also seemed to have problems with controlling their substances. Drugs and drinks were fine with her, but over doing it was just disturbing. It made the art of the deal look like a petty, pathetic way to get money very quickly. But she was no longer there, she had to remind herself. With a smirk, and words that formed in her mind something she would never tell her Instructor, should the man see her right back in training for the second time, you could take the beauty off the streets, but you couldn't take the street out of the beauty. And in this case, her past had become a part of her. They would just have to deal with it.

"Perhaps you should put that down. Wouldn't want to hurt yourself, now would you?" She said before continuing on without another thought to the man. Hell, he was drunk. So if he followed, she wouldn't be surprised the smallest bit. She caught those gazes, a few smiles and nods of the head given as she gazed along the wall as a good few men muttered. Sure enough they'd be looking beyond that thin material. And did it matter to her? No, hell she could care less. They could come within an inch of their life with looking...but if they touched her without her saying. Well, that was a different story.

 

[Starsailor2804]

The man actually didn't follow, soon enough he collapsed to the ground and a guard made sure that he was taken care of. Well that was probably the easiest drunk she had ever dealt with. The rest of the party goers looked very refined, uptight, richer than most could ever dream of. Snobby was the best word to describe them and not knowing this Vivian person made them all the more snobby. None approached her, but as she looked up at the second floor again she saw The American looking at her still.

He was definately extremely handsome, but there was something about him that was troubling. He just seemed to big, too powerful to be there, at least he made himself seem that way. Hours passed and nothing interesting occured at all, Vivian was out of place and thus barely ever approached. No one had an interest in her, despite her beauty, because everyone at this party was beautiful.

Soon, the party drew to a close and many were leaving, it seemed about a good time to go and get her bag of cash. That was when she saw Mr. DeVaux walking up the stairs. He was obviously heading for his office but he hadn't looked at Rayona and so didn't know where she exactly was. The American was also gone now, who knows where he went to.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Rayona felt a certain sense of easiness, knowing now, acting or not acting, this place would in fact be filled to the brim with the French Police. She'd had no encounters with them, but much like any American police, she was sure that they would be just as, if not even more, vicious toward the high standing criminal.

A graceful shift of her hair, bringing it to a pretty pony tail, her eyes watching as Mr. DeVaux accended the stairs, she followed. Those voices perked once more, instructions, leads, guides. Though as far as she knew, she was to stall until she was given the okay at the position ready, collect the money and begin to leave before the place would be swarmed. Then she would be grabbed and led outside, hand over the money and given her next assignment.

Her hands glided delicately over the railing as she walked up, closer and closer, slowing down at the top of the stairs to give him time to enter the office, she rounded the corner then and knocked on the door, now holding nothing but that small purse in a hand. Hopefully she'd be given such an assignment elsewhere, and more challenging. Wandering around a party all night under the mask of Vivian LeBeu was not something she found interesting. She wanted fun, adventure...danger and excitement...and if excitement happened to come along with a handsome face, then she wouldn't be one to argue.

A soft, equally demanding knock, as she seemed to notice the French took no hesitation in being extremely insistant, she finally spoke.

"Mr. DeVaux, I have come to pick up the money." Small talk, waiting, yes, she'd take her time. How much was up to her.

 

[Starsailor2804]

The door opened and Rayona saw a large guard standing before her before stepping out of the way to allow her by. Pointing at a couch where the bag sat he watched her as he passed. This was one man she definately didn't want to mess with, not at all. Behind his desk Mr. DeVaux sat drinking a glass of wine and skimming over some papers. From a door another guard appeared, but this man was smaller however armed with an automatic weapon.

Suddenly, what Rayona could fear most happened, her cover had been blown. "Oh before you leave...," Mr. DeVaux said, pulling a gun from his drawer but not exposing it. "A friend of mine called your Uncle, he had thought that he was to see him tomorrow in Italy, and wouldn't you know it, Andre seems to have been taken into custody. So, that means either you are a cop, imposter, or a very confused niece. Now," he said pulling the gun up into view and pointing at her, "Who are you, bitch?"

Mr. DeVaux didn't move from his desk and chair, but the man with the automatic rifle pointed it at her, and the big man behind her approached closer standing behind her. However, he didn't lay a hand on her yet.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Shit! Busted. A few years on the street, and look at that. Already caught before the night had ended. Rayona did not know fear. She had, surely, she'd faced and lost, but it did not look like she was fearing anything now. If anything, that damn good actress shifted her face into a picture of fury, an instant sense of insult as she played her role to the heart.

"And how accurate is your 'friends' information? If so, I certainly had no knowing of this, don't you think I've reasons to be careful too, slime? So what if I am a cop, an imposter if that is what you think of my, but my name and title stays true to the end, Vivian LeBeu the niece of Andre LeBeu. And unless you'd like to take that ride to Italy to find out, and have me tell my uncle if your source is sour about this outrage of an act, then I so gladly will."

Pawing at her neck, she ripped the necklace from it and tossed it on the floor. Of course, inside she was laughing, at a situation that was either extremely dangerous or extremely risky. It seemed both of them were at a straight fold. Between a lie, a bluff, and gods own given will. She listened to the words. What ever you do, Rayona, don't let him on. We're putting the boost on things, so keep tight. The boost. These guys really had no experience. So they send in a pro under lock and key and expect her to do something? Not like this, sure as hell not like this. It was too difficult to play a game, and get the gold. The name Tara Lee to any man or woman in the circle in the States was impecable. And her international jewel robbery had also boosted that fame. So what here? She could only wait and see.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Mr. DeVaux swore at her in French, and as she turned the big man slapped her hard, very hard, so hard that she was knocked to the ground. "Derek, check her for wires," Mr. DeVaux said as he rose from his chair. Derek grabbed her by the neck and raised her into the air. Running his large hands over her body he wasn't gentle when it came to anything. Patting her down he fondled her breasts and gripped tightly on her pussy. Nothing, no wire.

Checking her hair next nothing was found, but then the man checked her ears to find a very small hearing device. On the very tip of his finger was a very small hearing device. "Found one boss," the man said and then restrained her as Mr. DeVaux approached. Slapping her across the face with the butt of his gun he then spit on her. "Fucking cunt, do you want to know who sealed your fate?" Leaning close to her right ear he whispered, "The American."

"Clean this place up, and get her out of here, we'll take care of her when we are in a secure location." Quickly coming in Mr. DeVaux kissed her very aggressively before pulling back before he could be bitten. "Bitch, now you die," he said and then walked past Derek, "Oh, and Derek, make sure she is tortured before you get rid of her," he said and then left the room.

Grabbing her by the hair Derek pulled her along and out the door from which the man had come with the automatic rifle. The trip wasn't far, actually just next door in an abandoned warehouse. Or, at least they wanted everyone to think it was abandoned. Throwing her into the room and then entering he closed the door behind him. To the corner of the room was a full host of torture devices, knives, whips, and so on.

"Who are you working for bitch?" Derek walked over to the holder of the torture items with his back exposed to her. Obviously he wasn't worried.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Rayona simply cursed in response as she was slapped, just nearly falling. But hell, she took hits like a man. And all it really seemed to be doing was pissing her off. But with a body that was more sexy than dangerous, there was little she really could do before that son of a bitch Frenchman ordered his bodyguard to do the work for him. By the end of this, she'd make sure that bastard was in the worse prison she could order them to lock him away into, either that, or she'd personally see him dead.

Derek's rough treatment drew protests, despite the fact that she was in no equal position to do such a thing. But still, those words came in streams and torrents, aggressive and ment with that growing hatred for the pair.

As that hearing device was found, she couldn't help but feel that sense of anger skyrocket. Being slapped with the butt of a gun wasn't the best thing, she should know, and here it had happened again, drawing blood from the inside of her mouth, lucky her, rather than splitting her lip. She'd learned to cope, but it smarted horribly, and rather than screaming or recoiling in fear, she cursed and cursed again, the horrible temper of the blond didn't seem to stop there.

She would've bitten, too, if he had tried that any longer than so. Bitten his tongue from his mouth and spit it in his face while he was squirming and moaning in pain. But no, it didn't last that long. Oh, that American had it comming. She'd get even with him as well as these two pigs. But without that hearing device, what was she to do? Play it out as best as she could.

Still roughly dragged along, kicking and screaming, sure to draw some attention to the genius who was dragging her, she could only hope the best that those cameras they set around the party are had caught enough of the struggle to get them on the place soon, catch up to DeVaux and get her out of the situation she was in. Finally inside of that torture room, wiping that spit from that bitch of a Frenchman she glanced around the room, eyeing a number of objects she'd only ever seen once. Still no sense of fear, the bitch was tough.

"What does it matter, your going to kill me any way. I could be working for the Russian Mafia, or the damn Triads," She said as she quickly did a scan of her trying to find something, anything to use as a weapon. Here it was. A nail file. Holding it so carefully that it was held in place by that bracelet as she held her hands to her sides she glared, "You French, always with your damn suspicions."

 

[Starsailor2804]

Derek laughed, "I could make this so much easier and less painful for you if you would just cooperate." Turning around finally after taking so long to decide what he wanted to use he had a small scapel in his hand. "Sometimes the smallest cuts hurt the most, I'll make sure you find that out." Where Rayona now stood she saw behind her on the wall chains, obviously where Derek was going to put her next.

Approaching closer Derek had a dark smile on his face showing that he was going to enjoy this very much. "I ask again, who are you and who are you working for?" Now standing before her he didn't fear being punched or kicked, because really there was no way that she could hurt him with such an attack. He was just too big and too strong.

Drawing closer he attempted to grab her again, not seeing what was in her hand.

 

[TaintedHeart]

With that nail file still held there, watching as he drew that little blade. She knew what it was, hell, enough experience with those sort of objects had her knowing that thing could cut with so ease that bone might seem like slicing butter to it. But she had no intention on letting him touch her with that. The big lug of a man couldn't possibly out run her. Sure, he had heads on big form and brute strength, but she had agility, wit and speed...and the FBI. What was taking them so long?

After all, he did intend to kill her, didn't he? She certainly wasn't going to have that happen either. Besides, she had to get back at this 'American' so she couldn't.

"What does it matter really? Your going to kill me, so why should I rat out who I work for and who I am? I'm just another pretty little corpse, now aren't I?" She mused with a sneering smile across pretty lips. She was sure he would enjoy that torture of her, but still, her mind set was clear and ready. She walked away from him, careful not to near a corner or back too far up as he stood before her. As he closed the space she scooted to the right, knowing he'd follow and then sharply to the left. He'd lunge. And so he did.

A careful twist, grasping his hand holding that little blade, she finally put that nail file to use. Digging into his skin would break it, and thus lose her only edge. So skillful manovers brought a hand to his to grasp the flat of the blade, the other swiftly comming down with the rougher than sandpaper edge of the nail file to grind against his skin, rough enough to tear it as she dragged it down. She skitted away hastily, now with the accomplishment of holding that dangerous little blade in her hand, along with the nail file. Turning the blade in her hand, she glared.

"I might as well tell you who I am, at least before I kill you. My name is Rayona...otherwise known as the international Tara Lee." Who cared if he knew who she was. Right now, she was playing for her life. And though she had but a sharp blade, her mind, a thin, agile figure and a nail file, she'd have to kill him, and then get out of the torture warehouse before someone else came to torment her as well. Where in the hell was those damn FBI agents?

 

[Starsailor2804]

Derek yelled in pain, it was quite odd to see a guy of his size in pain over anything actually. The loss of his skin on his one hand mattered little though after he turned to face her again. The guy was huge, and he really didn't need a weapon to tear her to pieces. Laughing he flexed his hurt hand, "Oh, so you had a toy and now you have mine. Do you think that really matters?" Laughing as she said her name Derek shrugged, obviously not caring too much who she was.

"And soon you will be the dead Tara Lee," Derek said and then charged, however this time due to his size he cut off all sidesteps possible for her. Shoulder charging he connected and sent her flying across the room and then sprawled on the floor after she landed. The landing didn't hurt, but damn he was powerful, that shoulder charge had some real force behind it. "You are weak, let's see how beautiful you are with no legs and arms when I rip them off of you," Derek said and laughed attacking again.

Where was her backup? Oh, they were looking for her at least, of course in the building next door she had just been in. Eventually they may find her, but she couldn't count on it, she was on her own for this fight.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Oh, this was beautiful. Stuck between a lunatic with nothing but a table with items used to torture someone filled on it. No doubt, it was a risky manouver, but worth it. For the massive man was surely going to be much too dumb to think of anything except charging toward her and trying to tear her limbs off. She recovered hastily from that fall, just in time to run toward him between that table, leap up and perform an easy summersault, the dress making it difficult to move, but still.

She landed, hastily turning as Derek continued his charge right through the table, scattering those items on the floor around. Using the sharp of the blade to cut the dress at knee's length, giving her room to move now as she was sure it would be needed she glared, trying to find someplace--anyplace in the room to get out of.

"What, you think killing me is going to stop them from taking your dumb ass out too? And you really think that cowardly bastard DeVaux you work for is going to stop them, or really even care? Tell me, I'm curious. He'll leave you for a corpse, because by the time you get around to killing me, they'll be swarming this place. With guns, and bombs, a whole fucking calvary, just waiting to spread your guts all over the place, if I don't." Intimidation worked with some, but she wasn't sure if this guy was sane or insane right now. If he really wanted to die, then she didn't care, but she had no intention on going down with him.

Holding that blade between her teeth, her left shoulder still smarting badly from that charge she moved her hands to her hair to hastily fix it in a knot, out of her way as she took that blade once more, watching the scum carefully.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Suddenly, the two heard gunfire, automatic gunfire. Looking towards the door Derek could tell that the fire was coming from the residence and not outside, but how much longer would that be? What she said was true, but hesitating he unhooked his walkie talkie from his waist and paged one of the men inside the residence. Nothing, but then someone called back, but there was nothing besides static and gunfire as well as yelling. Damnit, he was in trouble, she was right. He better get the heck out of here.

But, she was prepared to fight, he could tell. She had cut her dress for better movement and was seriously looking to attack. Not hesitating much more than a second Derek grabbed one of the chains on the wall with both hands. Tugging once it moved, but the second time the chain was totally free from the wall bringing some of the wall with it. Damn, now that was power.

Laughing Derek turned to her and began to spin it around his head as he grew closer. Then, suddenly he tossed the massive chains at her forcing her to take some evasive maneuvers. At the same time that she was attempting to dodge Derek was running, out the door, and long gone. She would see him again, that was for sure.

 

[TaintedHeart]

How someone could hold that much power, Rayona had no idea. But he through that chain with ease, and she had to die to get out of the way, rolling to avoid his attack as he took off out the door. With a sigh, kneeling there she dropped the blades. Life was kicking her ass already and she had just gotten out. With such a troublesome night, she stood and dropped those twin blades as what she presumed was the French S.W.A.T. filed into the room, protected carefully with such attire and holding guns.

The lead of the group came forward, holding up his gun as he issued orders in French. Pulling off that bracelet, she turned it over, allowing him to read FBI: CCC Agent. With a nod, he allowed her to go, walking through the door and walking hastily outside to see police cars, ambulence, and her Instructor. Hastily approaching the man she glared.

"What the Hell was that?! What took you so long?" Obviously angry, Rayona listened as he explained the trouble.

"Yeah, well aside from getting killed, I did accomplish a few things. But DeVaux got away with the money most likely, and I've got a second lead to be after now."

"You've already got another assignment." She stared for a few moments. She'd just barely been able to get out of one assignment, failed no doubt, but illegiment due to the standards, and she was already given another assignment. This was going to be hard.

Handing her the folder, and giving her the number of the apartment she had been checked in, she sighed and got in the car as she was escorted to the fancy French Suite. Hopefully they'd be sending her back to America. Taking her time to fit herself with something comfortable, and dyeing her hair from blonde to black, taking out the contacts to leave her eyes a natural shade of hazel she opened that folder, taking out the first profile of the next assignment. She smirked. The folder was filled with several pictures, including DeVaux toward the end, but they left him there for he was likely to be an assassination case. She finally found a profile she had been most willing to spot. That damn American. Just her luck. This was going to be a nice assignment.