Tablino

A single light came out of the nighttime façade of reining darkness. Its brightness could be seen a while's away, making its journey across the pavement towards a small parking lot. The light came to a halt and vanished suddenly; the figure riding astride it parked it in between a few cars and trucks. The person got off of the bike, removing the helmet whose visor covered the visage of the member who rode it. After standing up straight the helmet was removed revealing a mound of Blonde white hair which fell from her helmet down her back as she brought her gloved hand to caress it down. She wore a pair of tight black pants which hugged her muscled legs as tight as they could, running down her long legs until finally disappearing into her black combat boots. The boots were knee height, with metal buckles running down the sides, and a titanium cover over the toes. As she began to walk forward towards a deafening heavy bass line streaming its way through the night air, a white leather trench coat fell loosely around her frame, blocking her upper body from being seen to well.

She walked through a set of double doors, hard wood and the paint chipping, making her way to the inner works of a hidden night club; Members only scribbled across the inner door. She snuck in quickly, as soon as she had opened the door strobe lights filtered through and techno music blared. She watched the mass of writhing bodies 'dance' across the floor, estrogen, testosterone, and sweat filling her nostrils. After a few moments of looking around, she reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses, placing them atop the bridge of her nose.



There was nothing glamorous about being a member of the NYPD anymore. While it had always had its share of scandal going back to before the turn of the millennium, the force now was just a cadre of sadists and degenerates. A criminal was more likely to be found guarding the jails than inhabiting them. Still, even then there were yet a few who believed in the seemingly outdated and antiquated ideals of justice and the law. These few spent their nights in the midst of the city, surrounded by the choking smog and sour acid rain.

He was one of these few; though he would loathe admitting it. Perhaps that was why after five years of service he had only just made detective. How It enraged him when the others would look at him like an outcast, just because he wouldn't take bribes or do 'favors' that went against his principles. He knew they'd promoted him just to make themselves look good, to hide their own sins behind his reputation. That's why they gave him the dangerous assignments, the ones you aren't supposed to come back from. The way they saw it, he was far more useful as a martyr than alive. He didn't care it only pushed him harder to succeed, to make them wallow in disgust every time he came back with the big collar. This time though, even he was worried they might have had him.

He had to serve what they called a 'high risk warrant' for the arrest of a suspected assassin. The other details had been sketchy, just a location where he'd find the suspect and a time to be there. He'd dressed casual for the occasion, but his simple stained, wrinkled shirt and pants made him very transparent as not belonging in this place. He'd been here for about an hour and had about another ten minutes to go. He'd kept his distance, taking up a wallflower position and waiting uncomfortably. Whoever this bust was, he hoped they stood out.



She finally came across the bar, not having spoken to a single person until she turned towards the bartender; Her voice was almost lust filled, carrying a sensual tone as if trying to cause a permanent sense of graceful pleasure. She spoke low, almost inaudible as she asked the keep for a Bloody Mary. As she waited for the drink to be prepared, she scanned the room once more, her eyes coming across the obvious cop standing by the wall. She pulled her shades to the tip of her nose, her emerald green eyes looking him up and down, barely making any expression.

She didn't pay for the drink, for the bar keep had offered it too her in hopes that she would find him charming but she just left him there as she wandered nonchalantly away from him towards a person standing next to the cop. Finally she removed her shades; her entire face now a light with a type of passion. The man she had encountered quivered, not only in fear, but in the desire she had instilled just by watching him. She finally dragged him away.



Was it? Surely not! He watched the exchange beside him, scratching his cropped but unruly black hair. He quickly fished out the folded file from his pocket and flipped through the pages. It was a woman he'd been sent for, and with that in mind he quickly looked back up and bobbed his head around trying to get a good look at the woman whilst she fled.

The features, they did match close enough. It was worth at least stopping her and asking a few questions. If he turned out to be wrong, she'd probably just be happy he didn't beat her or rob her like many of his fellow 'officers'. After a self-affirming nod he shoved the file back into his pocket and launched off the wall after the pair.

"Hey, you there! Hold up! I want to talk to you." He tried yelling over the pulsing bass beat, but had just about as much luck with that as he did trying to maneuver through the mass of bodies that writhed and moved all around him. He did his best to keep up though, or at least to keep the two in sight so he knew where they went. He wasn't about to just let this one slip through his fingers so quickly.



She moved through the alley way beside the club, the tune inside loud enough to drown out the loudest of cannons if close enough. She pushed the man hard against the wall, his small frame still quivering as she held him there with one arm, her hand on his left shoulder, her arm spread over with her elbow digging in hard into the right shoulder. She made sure she had him pinned hard against the disgusting brick wall before speaking.

"Now Greg, you owe Mr.Casparia a lot of money, do you not? Well he is sick of waiting." Her voice was serious and harsh but it held a lovely little song in it.

"Please, you don't have to do this! I have the money, I'll get it tonight, just please..." His voice was high pitched and squealed as she held him there; His body shaking, almost convulsing as he tried to squirm free. He looked deep into her eyes, seeing nothing but the stone cold reality that was her job. She didn't like it, but she didn't hate it either.

"Stop your whining. You can pay with your life" She pulled a gun from her pocket, undistinguishable in the shadows of the alley way. She took aim, but was interrupted by a figure emerging from the shadows.

It had been a trial trying to keep up with them; he'd ended up pulling aside a number of 'close matches' along the way. By the time he'd reached the fire exit he was sure she'd taken, the other patrons were more than happy to see him depart. He apparently arrived just in time too. As he pushed out of the fire exit and into the alley way he got to see the later half of the scene before him. He kept quiet, watching and taking it in until he saw her pull out the piece. He was quick to react then, drawing his own police issued Beretta and leveling it on the woman. The adrenaline rush that filled him now was like the welcome return of an old friend "Freeze! Drop the weapon" His voice was clear, determined, and a bit shaky.

He watched her, examined her a moment before bringing his focus back to the target. She managed a smile, not even taking her eyes off of the man. Her usual almost inaudible voice was brought to level so he could hear her from his current distance.

"But you didn't say Simon Says!" She spoke in an almost mocking tone of voice as she pushed her victim away from her as Greg ran down the alley way towards the cop, pleading for him to save him. The woman looked forward, the wind grabbing a few strands of her hair and pushing them in front of her eyes. Her expression, though it was mocking and smiling as If joking with the cop, still held stone cold eyes; empty and distant. "Want to play a game?"



He was somewhat put off guard by the nonchalant way she'd taken the whole situation, but that didn't let his gun or his aim on her falter for a moment. His eyes narrowed on her, his finger tightening on the trigger just a little, mostly out of instinct and a touch of previous experience. He knew these hard-case types liked to trick you, try and psyche you out so they could drop on you. He was determined not to let that happen.

"Listen, lady I've got no time for games. No patience for bullshit either. If you want to walk out of this, I suggest you put down the gun, and put your hands above your head!" He stared her down, trying not to fall for anything she had up her sleeve.

"I don't think that's how it works, how about this instead, if you put your gun down I promise from now on I'll be a good girl, or we could both drop our firearms and be naughty together. How about it?" With that, her gun still in her hand, she dropped her trench coat casually to the ground. Underneath her coat she wore a tight tank top which fit her size C breasts perfectly; the tank top was a short one cutting off right under her chest exposing her skinny, but well muscled midriff. Her skin wasn't tan like most girls these days but a milky white; natural and beautiful.

"You look stressed out Officer; let's just play a little while, please?" She purred; a wide smile spreading across her face. Her expression was now more desirable, more passionate but her eyes were still empty.

He simply watched her as she'd begun her tirade, but the moment she dropped that trench coat he couldn't help but be jarred. His baser side taking over for a moment he even let out a quick cat call. He had to shake that off though, cupping his gun in both hands and retuning it to a level with her head; doing his best to keep his eyes from wandering over her form.

"I don't want any trouble. Just drop your gun and we can talk. Nobody has to get hurt" His voice shook from uncertainty and arousal.

"Is that so, but pain is half the pleasure. Without pain there is no life. Without pain there is no good, bad, or medium to life. But enough serious talk, wouldn't you rather talk about something more, crave-able?" She bent forward a bit, her cleavage exposing itself as she walked a few steps forward, her eyes wandering over him, still holding the Glock.

"What do you say? I think that a shower might cool you off, is that what you need, or want, take a shower..." She smiled deviously as she spoke, still at her seductive game, still holding herself above the cowering mass of flesh which had fainted in the corner of the alley after a few more yelps. She just stared at the cop.

He let her approach him, and even let his eyes take a moment to examine the valley between those fleshy mounds, but again he forced himself to keep on track. It was proving a bit more daunting a task than he'd originally thought, but remembering she still had that Glock helped out immensely. He likewise began to slowly approach, letting his gun lower just a bit.

"You can say whatever you like, I... I'm not going to let you... Distract me... just drop the gun and we can talk about whatever you want, okay?" He couldn't help but stutter. For some reason she caught him off guard.

"I think so far, were talking just fine, are we not? I mean, I haven't shot at you, and you haven't shot at me, violence has not commenced and we stand here throwing words into the air. Words are cheap, action leads to grand pleasure" She continued to twist her words, trying to conceive a state of awareness between the two of them. He moved closer to her, and she did the same, they were almost at about an arms length apart.

"Are you sure you wish to let down my offer. Simon says I'm willing..." She pouted her moist lips, hoping to have his attention.

As he watched those lips he had to gulp down the lump in his throat. This entire situation was so, out of control. He hadn't expected this at all, and it showed. He had to take a quick moment, a few deep breathes, before he leveled out his gun once more back at her. He forced a somber, serious expression onto his visage.
"I won't tell you again to drop the gun. The next time I'm going to take it from you. I'm sure you don't want to get physical that way, right?" He shook in his response.

"Getting physical sounds like an enticing enterprise but if I have to drop my gun to get you to play, fine" She then put the safety on and dropped her piece to the ground.

"Now, green light! Come and play?" She stepped forward once more, now half an arms length away from him. He watched her carefully, and once her gun dropped he immediately holstered his own and pulled out his handcuffs from his other pocket. He then reached out for one of her hands, intending to slap those cuffs on her wrists. "All right, don't move! I wont make them too tight"

"Oh, Kinky!" But before he could put those cuffs on, she threw her hands up in an effort to grab him by the shirt and push him, like her victim, against the hard red wall behind him. He was caught by surprise as he was launched backwards, dropping the cuffs as he tripped. He was stunned for a moment, looking at her, shocked by her strength, before his hand slowly began to reach back towards his gun holster.

"Nuh uh uh!" She smiled, her emerald green eyes searching him, a bit of sweat showing on her forehead, as if she had been a bit stunned by him. She grabbed at her shirt, inside her bra and took out a small dagger which she quickly aimed towards his neck.

He immediately tensed up, inwardly kicking himself for being so easily taken advantage of. Now things were going to get a lot more dangerous, and the rush of adrenaline he'd so enjoyed before was now tainted by a slight streak of fear. He slowly brought his hands back up, keeping them open. When he finally spoke to her it was with a softer, somewhat pleading voice.

"You don't want to do this. Think about it; just put the knife down, all right?" He watched her as she just smiled back at him.

"One second" She grabbed at his holster, keeping the knife on his throat, took his gun placing the safety on after a moment and flinging the gun towards the back corner of the alley.

"Is there anymore? Your survival depends on your answer" She stared at him, into his inner depths, her eyes seeming to drift into his, probing him. His own eyes remained firmly focused on the knife's blade that just barely dug into the flesh of his throat. He answered quickly, and tried his best to sound sincere, even though he wasn't lying.

"No, there are no more. It's just you and me, okay? You've got nothing to worry about" His voice held sincerity as he finally brought his eyes to her own. She was smiling letting up on the knife a little bit. There was a tiny stirring from the victim who was heaped in the corner. Greg had begun to crawl towards the alley ways opening and without even looking away from the officer; the assassin shoved herself against him, letting her grip on him go briefly as she took the knife and threw it hard into the victim's shoulder. The man yelped and fell back to the ground, fainting once more.

Once more he felt himself brought into shock by her quick actions. His heart began to pound heavier against his chest, stirring heat within him as her body pressed hard against his. He barely noticed the opportunity it presented when she sent the knife flying into the shoulder of the other man; when he finally did regain his senses he immediately tried to grapple with her and wrestle her to the ground. If he could only get her onto her stomach and grab those handcuffs, then this whole nightmare would be over.

It was obvious by the expression appearing on her face that she was taken off guard. Her eyes suddenly widened as she fell backwards on top of the cold, hard pavement. She shook a bit as she hit the ground, allowing a yelp of pain to be heard as she fell on her tailbone the wrong way.

He pinned her quickly to the ground as her heard her yelp of pain and decided it was best not to try and flip her over just yet. He quickly tried to grab at her hands and pin then to the ground. He knew he couldn't allow for her to reach for any weapons she might have stashed on her somewhere else. If he could just calm her down, things might go better.

"Just don't move and everything will be all right, I promise" his voice was soothing and calm, presenting a hint of warmth. She looked up at him and moved her hips a bit to get more acquainted with the movements that had just taken place. He was on top of her and she didn't smile for once. Instead her lips were parted slightly in surprise, and her eyes wandered over him, her body trembling a bit, mostly out of anticipation but she knew that it couldn't and wouldn't come. She just stared blankly at him.

"Your knee is grinding into my pelvis" Her first reaction to this sudden realization was to lean upwards, her face brought only an inch or so away from his. Her words jarred him back into reality, as again he'd let his eyes and his mind wander. He looked down and saw his knee, and quickly shuffled about so that he straddled her.

"I, uh, I'm sorry." He turned back and saw how close her face had become. For some reason he didn't reel back out of reflex, instead he just stared into her eyes. He'd left himself vulnerable, let himself become distracted.

She saw an opening, and for the first time that night didn't take the opportunity that had arisen. After a moment of the two staring at one another, sirens could be heard heading their way.

"What's your name?" She asked briefly, trying to rush the answer. Her eyes now held an essence of sincerity instead of the empty void that was once present before hand. The words had caught in his throat, he was so lost in her gaze that he didn't even hear those sirens.

"It's John" Why was he telling her these things? He was so confused, everything was happening so fast and at the present moment, he just couldn't stop himself. He watched as her smile widened.

"John, I'll allow that vagabond miscreant over there go, if you hide me" She seemed to perk her ears slightly as the sirens became louder, her eyes now pleading with him.

"Please?" For once her seduction had stopped. She knew her limits and normally she killed quickly with no witnesses and she could handle one cop, but cars full, she knew she could not so much as lift a finger.

He looked up at the cowering figure, then to the direction of the sirens. Normally, he wouldn't fall for such a ploy. He had a duty, a job to carry out, but he knew the ones in the cars that approached were not like him. They'd just kill her, or worse, and that wasn't going to happen. He finally looked back down to her and nodded.

"Alright, you've got a deal." She smiled at his reply, waiting for him to stand up so that she too could rise from her current position. As she stood she walked over towards Greg, taking the knife from his shoulder, cleaning the blood off with his filthy shirt, and then placing it where it once was.

"You're damn lucky" She walked farther on, bending over to grab her trench coat and her glock, putting each in their rightful place. Then she slowly turned around, looking at him, awaiting his instructions.

After getting up he immediately dashed for his gun and handcuffs, placing the cuffs back into his pockets but keeping the gun in his hands, not aiming it at her. Instead he motioned with it down the alley way.

"My car is parked out front, you go first, and I'll lead you" His voice was determined and he made himself out to look like a rational leader. She watched him hold the gun, she put her own hand on her holster, staring at him for a moment almost as if saying Just don't try anything. After a moment she walked down the alley way almost floating as she picked herself up every step. She didn't even make a sound, he watched as she reached into her upper pocket. He steadied his gun towards her back and watched as she pulled out a pair of sunglasses placing them on to bridge of her nose, hiding those lovely green hues. As soon as she hit the opening to the cul-de-sac she noticed a couple of cars out front.

He pointed at a rather utilitarian sedan, the small holo-screen projector in it that flashed red and blue making it clear it was his. He quickly moved to the driver's side and unlocked the doors, watching her every step. "Get in, hurry!"

She looked him up and down one last time, almost as if savoring a strange image, her eyes once again void of all emotion. She tucked her trench coat behind her as she sat, putting the seat belt on and watching him get into the front seat.

"Where are you taking me?" She had no passion, no seduction in her voice. For once she was inquisitive, simple and clear. Before he answered he started the car and sped out into the streets, zooming past the late traffic and into the city.

"I'm not sure; I guess I should just take you to the station, unless there is a place that you wanted to go first, to set things in order." He kept his eyes on the road, trying to keep her within his peripheral vision.

"Set things in order? Well if I'm going to be turned in, can I at least get a shower in? Showers in prison are not exactly a safe thing" She looked at him, staring at his profile a moment, her voice sarcastic.

"How about we go back to your place?" She placed one of her gloved hands on his knee, squeezing softly. "Just for a shower?" As she squeezed his knee, his breathe seemed to catch again. He made no movement to remove her hand, he simply nodded and began to steer the car back toward his apartment.

"Right, but just for a shower" He couldn't help but stutter a moment and look back towards her, savoring the image of her profile. She looked so innocent, like a porcelain doll but he knew better now. She was a trained killer and he was going to turn her in, after a shower. What was he thinking? This was nuts!

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