[CHICAGO - 31 July 2009 - 09:30 Pm]
I informed the Egorovs Clan that I have their painting. They called me many names and threatened my womanhood on a few different levels, which is always charming, then we agreed to an amount. I then contacted the Igvene Clan and also offered the painting in exchange for a large sum of money. The exchange is to be in a public place. A very public place.
Selina glances at the entrance of the building and spots 5 Russian men dressed in black suits with the one in the front carrying a black suitcase. "Friends of yours?" Bruce asks coming back from the bar with two drinks in hand. "Something like that," She smirks taking her drink from him and taking a sip. "All work and no play huh?" He teases wrapping his arm around her waist. "Oh we can play if you want," She purrs seductively in his ear.
"Oh don't worry we will" He growls giving her waist a gentle squeeze and causing her to shudder briefly. "Get a room you lovebirds," A man says in mock disgust from behind them. Bruce groans in mock annoyance, "And just when it was getting to the good part,". Selina just chuckles stepping out of his hold to turn to the man. "Poor baby," She coos mockingly with a smirk.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet in person Mr. Wayne and Ms. Kyle," Tony greets them cheerfully. "Oh the pleasure is all mine Mr. Stark and please call me Bruce, calling Mr. Wayne makes me feel old," Bruce says shaking his hand. "A pleasure to meet you too and Selina will do just fine," Selina says giving him a brief hug. "If so then I must insist you also call me Tony," Tony says with a grin and then smiles brightly when a beautiful woman with black shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, and wearing a black dress walks up to them placing an arm around Tony waist smiling politely at the two.
"Allow me to introduce my beautiful wife Natalia Alianovna Stark," Tony says with a flourish grinning widely. Natalia rolls her eyes at his antics and turns to give the two brief hugs, "Please just call me Natalia," She says with a somewhat thick Russian accent. "
"Tony why don't we leave our lovely ladies to get to know each other and you and I talk shop," Bruce suggests gesturing to the bar. "Oh yes, I've been meaning to pick your brain to figure out how you made those Kevlar vests so durable," Tony nods enthusiastically giving Natalia a kiss on the cheek and following after Bruce.
"So Stark huh?" Selina asks teasingly grinning at Natalia. "Yes and?" She asks with a raised brow. "Nothing just really didn't see you and Tony being married," Selina shrugs taking a sip from her drink. "Yeah me too, but once you get to know the man under all the sarcasm and witty remarks. He's actually a really nice guy," Natalia smiles softly watching Tony.
"So how did you meet?" Selina asks curiously. "Believe it or not we bumped into each other on a street corner in Manhattan. Tony the playboy that he is decided to put on the charm and asked if I wanted to grab a cup of coffee with him. At first, I was going to say no but...I don't know I had a lot on my mind and I needed a distraction so I said yes and introduced myself as Natalia Romanova, a ballet dancer and the rest is as they say history,"
"Wow, so does he know about your other job?" Selina asks glancing at Tony. "Yes...He found out and we had a big fight over it but we talked it out and he now makes me gear when he's not busy with his toys," Natalia nods her head smiling.
[THE MONEY HAS BEEN DELIVERED AT THE DROP POINTS BLACK CAT]
"Thanks, Oracle," Selina says and smirks at Natalia's questioning look. "So you're not just here for the party then?" Natalia asks. "No...You might want to start evacuating everyone and get Tony out of here, it's about to get ugly," Selina finishes her drink and places the glass on the table, and starts making her way to the storage closet where she hid her suit. "So I'm guessing those men in black suits are here because of you?" Natalia asks with an edge to her voice grabbing her wrist.
"I would suggest you let go of my hand," Selina warns narrowing her eyes at Natalia. "You put all these innocent people and my husband in danger for what?" Natalia hisses out tightening her hold on Selina's wrist. "They won't be in danger if you start evacuating them and besides the meet-up is going to be in the Glasser Ballroom in the back which is off-limits. And I won't say this again. Let. Go," Selina growls in her face. "...Fine," Natalia lets go of her hand after a moment of glaring intensely at each other.
Selina walks off to where she hid her suit but glances back seeing Natalia walking over to Tony. She walks down the hallway and enters the storage closet. She takes off her dress leaving her in just her panties, she takes out her suit and starts dressing. she grabs a metal bucket and tosses her dress inside with a small thermite charge. She walks out the door closing it behind her and detonates the thermite disposing of her dress.
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A grey-haired man followed by three other men walks into the Glasser Ballroom looking around for the painting they were told they would find here. "
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Outside by the entrance of the Ballroom Bruce peeks in assessing the situation and how to handle it without his identity being compromised. "Hey Baby..." Black Cat purrs jumping on his shoulders from behind and locking his head between her thighs taking him by surprise. "You might want to get out of here..." She locks her legs by her ankles and leans forward, pulling his head back and giving him a passionate kiss. "It's about to get loud in here," She winks at his stunned expression and frontflips off his shoulder into a somersault, tossing a firecracker into the Ballroom.
CRACK BOOOOM
"Fuck Kill'em!" One of the men inside the Ballroom shouts startled and all hell breaks loose with the two groups opening fire on each other. "Gotta jet baby, I'll see you later," Black Cat blows a kiss at Bruce before running away with a duffel bag and a briefcase in hand. "That's my girl," Bruce says with a proud smirk taking cover by a wall and watching her run off.
[CHICAGO - 31 July 2009 - 10:40 Pm]
"Lola! Loooolaa! It's done. Biiiig score. Baby doll!" Black Cat says gleefully climbing in through a window into Lola's apartment and tossing the duffel bag and briefcase on the floor. She closes the window behind her and picks up the duffel bag full of money zipping it open.
"You here?! C'mon there's a whole lotta dirty money we need to roll around naked in!" She says taking out a stack of money and grinning. She makes her way to Lola's room thinking she might be sleeping, "We could take turns if...Hey...?" She turns the corner into her room stopping dead in her tracks the color draining from her face.
"Lola." She says horrified looking at her friend and sister in all but blood with blank unseeing eyes unable to comprehend what she is seeing. Lola is strapped to a chair with ducktape her clothes torn and bloodied with a bullet hole in her forehead. Two of her cats are licking up her blood from the floor. "Lola?" Black Cat chokes out tears streaming down her face.
As she stands there devastated she doesn't see the punch coming at her face knocking her back. As she is stumbling back she is kneed in the stomach knocking the wind out of her and then grabbed by her hair punched in the back of the head and thrown out the bedroom and into the hallway crashing face first into the wall. Before she even gets a chance to get up she is kicked in the back and punched in the face again.
She tries to crawl away but is kicked in the stomach again and then kicked face. "That's enough for now. I want her awake," A voice orders stopping the brutal assault. Blood flowing from her head, her left eye is swollen shut, and her nose bleeding profusely Black Cat looks up at the sound of the voice.
A man with ash white and a texture of gravel skin, with red eyes, wearing a grey-striped two-piece suit stands in front of her looking down at her with a sneer, "I'm Louis Ferryman. Some call me Bone. You must be the irritating woman who dresses up like a cat and has been stealing from me,"
Black Cat with tears streaming down her face says weakly, "That's me,". And then proceeds to pass out.