12339/Bring Me Her Head

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Bring Me Her Head
Date of Scene: 13 October 2020
Location: An Empty Warehouse in Boston
Synopsis: Cheetah hires Silver Sable to take out the trash.
Cast of Characters: Cheetah, Silver Sable




Cheetah has posed:
"It's simple, really." Cheetah leers over an open Halliburton case filled with cash at the woman sitting opposite her across a flimsy wooden table. "Bring me her head."

The pair are sitting alone in a decrepit warehouse on the outskirts of Boston, the city where dreams go to die. The building is big and old and bears the faint odor of fish. There are no windows; The only illumination comes from 1970s era track-lighting depending from long rods fixed to the high ceiling. A dull electric hum is the only sound.

Silver Sable has posed:
"Let me get this straight" Silver Sable says, voice accente as she stares over the warehouse and case of money. "You want to hire me to do what, to capture somebody?" she asks. "Are they a criminal? More to the point. Are you a crininal?" she adds and looks a little unimpressed at the whole buy her loyalty, thing.^R
"So you want her head, do you know how hard that will be?"

Cheetah has posed:
Cheetah rolls her eyes better than any 15-year old. "Do you not speak English?" She, herself, speaks with a posh London accent and an even posher distain for Continentals. "Make like Perseus and bring me the Gorgon's head. By the hair preferably." Few people have likely ever referred to Wonder Woman as a Gorgon. Cheetah makes short work of Sable's other objection with a waive of a furry hand, "I'm sure a hacksaw will suffice."

Cheetah is examining her nails -- more like talons, really -- when Sable questions her status as a law-abiding citizen. "What? Don't be absurd!" She sniffs haughtily. "I've never been convicted of anything in my life." The lid of the Halliburton slams shut, "Are you interested in my offer of employment or not? Yours is not the only name in my Rolodex."

Silver Sable has posed:
"I am" Symkaria's finest diplomat/mercenary says. "I am interested, but a hacksaw will not do the job. I need funds for finding this...Gorgon, as you say and bringing her head. Now" Silver says. "Do you have any starting points for tracking her down?" she adds with a look over the now closed lid...as Silver Sable's eye sflash just a little with emotion. "Because I am not on a wild goose chase" she offers and crosses her legs at the ankles.

Cheetah has posed:
"Fortunately, she keeps a rather high profile." Cheetah sneers in disgust at the mere thought of Diana Prince, and produces a large, manilla envelope from beneath the Halliburton. A pointed finger slides it toward Sable's side of the table.

Within the envelope is a color 8 x 10 photograph of Wonder Woman in action. "Not out of your league, I hope..." Cheetah arches her spotted brows and awaits Sable's reaction to the identity of her target.

Silver Sable has posed:
That gets a flurry of curses in Symkarian at just who she's been hired to behead/capture. Figures. It....figure...great. "I'm in" she admits looking just a littl on edge about this. "A....hacksaw will not be enough" she says and studies the 8x10 photo. "You do know who that is, yes, and the blowback that comes from picking a fight with her?" she asks. Oh, Silver's got a way to resolve this.

Cheetah has posed:
A Cheshire grin snakes across Cheetah's lips. She's pleased as punch Sable didn't automatically balk. In one, quick, fluid motion the photo is plucked from Sable's grasp and pinned to the tabletop with one of Cheetah's claws planted firmly between Diana's lifeless eyes. "She's the bloody sapphist who ruined my life. You're going to help me get even." The claw is removed from the photo, which remains on the table to stare at her would-be assassin.

"How you separate her head from her shoulders is not my concern, nor is any blowback." Cheetah's jade eyes narrow with suspicion, "You're up to the task, then?"

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver gives Cheetah a blank look. "And you want me to capture, then behead her? That seems a little extreme. I can however bring her to you so you can do with as you wish" Silver says, folding her arms over her chest as she studies the now clawed picture.

"Just what did she do, so I know how much trouble I am getting into?" she asks. No point asking who hurt Cheetah. It's obvious.

Cheetah has posed:
Cheetah frowns at Sable's curiosity, "That's none of your concern. Suffice it to say I have been dealt a hurt that only Wonder Woman's blood can absolve." The world being what it is, she may mean this literally.

She ponders Sable's compromise offer carefully, "Bring her to me, you say?" Cheetah strokes the fine, golden hairs on her chin. "Yes. Yes, that would be acceptable provided she is in no condition to create a problem. Just remember," Cheetah leans toward Silver Sable and gently runs a claw about the circumference of the other woman's face. "Her face must be pristine. No marks. No bruises." The therianthrope returns to her original posture. "Clear?"

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver goes to tape the claw with a finger. "You need your nails cut and a haircut. What am I supposed to do, work for somebody who looks like they are in a cat costume?" she asks and gestures toward the money. "So you're paying me to leave Miss Prince's face unscathed, capture and behead her? And you're paying me for this, yet...you need to take care of yourself?" Silver asks, voice dropping an octave or two.

Cheetah has posed:
Now it's Cheetah's turn to frown. "I don't take out my own garbage, why would I handle this myself? That's what people like you are for." This statement alone likely provides an adequate window on Cheetah's psyche. "In any event, you appear to have a firm enough grasp of the situation: I pay you; you bring me Wonder Woman."

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver doesn't respond, instead she just gives Cheeetah a look. "You want somebody to deal with the garbage, Look in the mirror. Your nails are out of hand, and you need to clean yourself up" she says, and...with that is heading for the door. Silver's not wanting to anger somebody paying the bills...nah. Not really.

Cheetah has posed:
Cheetah snorts but says nothing in retort. She watches Silver make her way out of the warehouse, leaving the mangled photo of Diana Prince behind. Cheetah retrieves the picture and eyes it coldly. This arrangement seems win-win: either Sable is successful, and Cheetah's vengeance is finally dealt out; or Cheetah gets to watch the Amazon pound that uppity Symkarian into the dirt. At present, either would suit her just fine.