Enigma ~The Riddler's Daughter (_enigma) wrote in newalliance, @ 2015-10-08 16:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | enigma, speedy ii, winter soldier |
Who: Enigma and OPEN
What: Jewelry taking
Where: Tiffany's, Fifth Ave, NYC
When: October 8th, late afternoon
Rating: Mid
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Effie said, her voice bright and cheery as if this were nothing more than yet another football game rather than a very expensive robbery. “If you could please put down the shiny gemstones in your hands and allow my associates to assist you in removing your valuables, we will have this over with in time for you to get home for dinner!”
Ignoring the faces staring at her, she made a hand motion for the men she had borrowed from Hench to start moving around Tiffany’s Fifth Avenue location, half of the men removing loose gemstones and jewelry from their homes, the other half relieving the patrons of their personal items, leaving only wedding or engagement rings behind (Effie was nothing if not an eternal romantic).
The redhead herself hummed as she pursued the wedding ring selection, picking up a silver ring in her gloved hand, turning it over and over. “Hey Matty...do you still do engraving?”
“I could boss,” A dark haired man said, sharing a look with the man next to him. The other man shrugged, not wanting to question what was on their boss’s mind so long as she paid them.
Anyone who dressed up like a super villain knock off had to be nuts.
Effie went back to her humming, pocketing the silver ring for Peter, before dumping the rest of the rings into her sack, skipping off to the next case. She turned as the manager sprung up from behind a counter trying to at her. She slammed the butt of her automatic rifle into his face, giggling as his nose shattered. “Oops, you might want to ice that or else it’ll get an ugly bump.”
She slammed her booted foot in his side, another giggle spilling from her lips as the man flipped over, choking on the blood that had slipped into his throat. “Careful, no need to die...maybe,” Effie said, tilting her head, almost as if she was listening to a song no one could hear.
“Time to fly!” She slammed her rifle into the case before her, scooping up a handful of pearls before skipping for the door, red pigtails swinging merrily as she stepped on and over bodies, humming again.