| Seen in the window at a Barnes and Noble |
[19 Jun 2009|10:48pm] |
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| Final Confrontation Between Factions |
[19 Jun 2009|11:35pm] |
"Halt."
As Victoria's familiar identity came into view, her fellow Inquisitor stopped short of telling the woman to approach no further. The nod of head she gave inferred it was time for Victoria to take over the watch shift.
"Right," came the corresponding reply. The guard's weapon lowered as they turned in readiness to retire for the rest of the evening. The need for passwords became obsolete when your own team leader's spouse showed up.
And fortunate, indeed, that she was not required to speak...
Gesturing over those who were hidden in the nearby shadows, the Victoria whose surname remained 'Foxworth' made sure to hurry several of the fugitives through the door. So long as they kept up the element of surprise, it was a good sign that they might just make it to what had to be destroyed.
Contact with the vampiress had been made shortly before Sonya's death. There had been consternation, of course; some of them had seen, even known of, Victoria's human and ruthless Inquisitor counterpart's face. But this Victoria always did have a weakness for helping out her own kind. Once the facts of the matter had been revealed, she cautiously agreed to act as their personal Trojan horse. She still had costumes from her time of owning Fang Noir. In the early evening's gloom, one of her catsuits held at least a similarity to the leather armour of her mortal self's attire.
But it would only be a matter of time before the English-accented version of Victoria showed up and their ruse was discovered... Ushering the last of the fugitives through the door, or up to the windows, the vampiress only hoped they evaded detection for long enough to make this a success.
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| On the way home |
[19 Jun 2009|11:51pm] |
She extended and locked the handle of her suit case in place shortly after taking it off the luggage carousel in the lower level of the domestic flights terminal. The lower floor was crowded with travelers waiting for luggage, meeting friends or love ones who had come to pick them up. Kathleen’s flight had arrived from San Francisco thirty minutes late because of early morning fog in the bay caused a slow down in take off for safety reasons.
While her suitcase’s hidden wheels rolled as she pulled it behind her with one hand, she tried to scroll through her contact list on her iPhone with the other hand. It was a little difficult, but she had learned to so with her thumb. Once the name appeared on the screen, she stopped long enough in the middle of the walkway that lead out of the terminal and to the line of waiting taxis, and pressed the call button. Once the number began to dial she lifted the phone to her ear and then continued toward the taxi stand.
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