Who: Charlotte Evans and Willa Thompson What: A little tête-à-tête between heads of reconnaissance. Where: One of Camelot's holding facilities When: Sunday evening, March 4th, 2012 Warnings: Uh. Willa?
Part of Charlotte wished this meeting hadn't been her idea. There was nothing to be afraid of, not really – the woman was in one of Camelot's most secured cells, and she still was only a woman. A brilliant one, yes, but not something akin to the devil like Kane Lewis was. This would be a conversation and nothing more; nevertheless, Charlotte was nervous. So much was at stake here, and she wasn't foolish enough to think that a caged animal with nothing wasn't just as dangerous as a free one with all her resources. Camelot had taken Willa Thompson's freedom from her, in no uncertain terms, but it was Charlotte's job to see just how much she had left to lose.
As she rode the elevator down to the basement, her jaw set and her hands gripping firmly to the rail, she felt immensely out of her league. The Resistance's head of reconnaissance was extremely formidable, and that was something of an understatement. Charlotte had learned all she possibly could about the woman, but what she'd found out barely scratched the surface, that much was obvious from the first. As far as Charlotte could tell, she'd never been outwitted before Peyton's team had caught her and Kingsley two nights ago. And Charlotte... she was clever, she was Snow White, but she was not the Napoleon of Crime, and there was no use hiding it, either. If she tried, she was certain Thompson would smell her self-doubt from a mile away. Charlotte couldn't play a master player, not like that. But maybe she could make it look like she was being played. It was a long shot, but maybe. Maybe it could work.
So, steeling herself, Charlotte took a deep breath as the elevator slowed and stopped, and she walked briskly to Willa Thompson's cell, with as much confidence as she could muster. When she arrived at the end of the corner, she paused mid-step and turned deliberately, as though she'd only just remembered that Thompson was there. It wasn't hard to find her in the cell – it wasn't a very big one, after all. "Well," Charlotte said with half a smirk, totally overconfident, like she was terribly amused. "You look comfortable. Enjoying your stay, I hope?"