Ruby (dd_ruby) wrote in diamonddogs, @ 2010-06-17 22:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucifer, ruby |
Who: Ruby & Lucifer
What: Passing information. That's all.
When: Just before curfew.
Where: Lucifer's place.
Status: Complete.
The general sense of relief that she usually felt after successfully carrying out a mission was absent as she exited the tall, glass building in the City Center, peeling the black leather gloves from her hands and putting them neatly in her purse. The relief was replaced with adrenaline like she hadn't felt since she was in her twenties and doing this almost for fun. Of couse, this particular target had been almost a pleasure to dispose of. He had a reputation among the girls for being exceedingly.. unkind, and now that his oil company was in the middle of a merger that would make the Candidate a very rich woman it was ideal that he should disappear.
She had met with him as scheduled, privately and under the radar, shut the door and before he had time to pick up the phone to order room service injected a lethal dose of ketamine into his neck. Ruby laid him on the bed and sat primly in a chair, watching him calmly until he stopped breathing and then was on her way.
Killing was something that had become a part of her and it wasn't ever something that rattled her too terribly. In the beginning, of course, it weighed on her conscience but after fourteen years of killing people for a living it was merely a matter of survival. She killed so that the future would be better, so that there wouldn't be a need for people like her. And every once in a great while, in times like this when the person who died truly deserved it, Ruby felt something beyond relief that she escaped unscathed with the job done right; it was something more akin to.. pride. And it put her in a fabulous mood. It was the sort of mood that she wanted to share with someone. She was convinced that if people saw this side of her more often (and it did exist!) they would stop calling her things like the Dragon Lady behind her back (and to her face if they were Lucifer).
Lucifer. Maybe she'd stop in and check on him. She easily justified a visit to him, excusing it under the pretense of informing him that a job had been finished and that he ought to report to Sweet Thing about it. That man needed to do something other than drink, that was certain. This would be the perfect opportunity. So she redirected her path toward Lucy's, not taking into account that she was dressed for an assignment underneath her long satin trench, and rapped firmly and swiftly on his door.