The call had come softly over the crystal she'd tucked down the front of her corset and Cinnabar felt a surge of adrenaline as she rolled off of her bed in the Dark Kingdom.
"I think I have a lead" Sarasite said, her voice youthful and breathy. The lieutenant was still new to the Negaverse and entirely eager to please, going so far with it as to come across a little flakey. As long as she did her job, Cinnabar hadn't really cared... she was small and thin enough to intimidate easily if she got careless, which she thankfully never had. The red head was adorable, she would have disliked scaring her straight.
"Where?" The half youma hissed into the crystal, her claws easing from her fingers to scratch at the smooth surface. She had been at this for weeks now... had she finally caught a break? She needed this, needed something to justify all the extra time she had been spending in research and tracking and investigation.
"Nineth and Grand. Some guy in a long coat came up and put something in the mailbox, all causal like, and walked away." Sarasite said excitedly. Out of breath, like she'd been running, maybe. "I checked; the envelope is full of money, in cash. I didn't take it, I swear! But I've been following the guy and I just thought, ya know, ya might like to know."
Cinnabar grinned and flickered out of Negaspace, the real world materializing around her. Down the alley way, cars passed on the street and people walked, unaware of what had arrived tens of feet away from them. The captain called up her glamour easily and paced out into the light, her hands in her pockets as though she had no place to be and no hurry to get there. The lieutenant she wanted was easy to find in her pencil skirt and dark blouse, looking more like a lost secretary than a Negaverse agent.
"You can power down." Cin said as she passed by, keeping her gaze forward. The girl slipped down the alley and came back a different woman. She was cute, in a frail sort of way, all elbows and knees and bright red hair. Sarasite fell into step beside her, her chunky, fashion-forward boots leading up to bare legs and daisy dukes. "Which one?"
Sarasite pointed with her chin, clasping her hands behind her back as they walked. The man she indicated was walking a good twenty feet in front of them, his head down in his raised collar. Cinnabar eyed him, turning to give her companion a grin and a fake laugh as though she had said something funny. It didn't take him long to find a space between two buildings to turn down and the pair of followers stopped, Cin's hand on the younger woman's arm to drag her into the shadows in the entryway of a closed store. Dropping glamore, she was just in time to feel the flare of an order signature, knight level, practically on top of them and the captain grinned as she wrapped an arm around Sarasite and teleported them both away to safety.
She'd caught her prey's scent. He would not escape her now.
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