Her First Feat

Angelina took one last look at her plan and gave it a satisfied nod. Everything went as planned, she didn't forget anything and it was time to escape with her latest prize. Carefully folding papers up she checked for any incriminating evidence that she might have left in the room, despite it being highly unlikely. She was nothing if not careful. After making sure there was nothing left that could arise any suspicions about an unknown presence in the highly secured room in the Dublin's National Museum she turned toward the doors. Pausing before touching the doorknob she gave the room she was in one last fleeting glance and slowly turned the doorknob with her gloved hand while her other hand secured the elegant purse she held close to her chest. Carefully exiting the room she softly closed the door and locked the lock with her impromptu made key. Stealthy pocketing it she headed down the dark hallway while all the way listening for any suspicious sounds that would notify her of any foreign presence in the otherwise empty halls as guards usually stayed on the first floor during the night.

She successfully reached the stairs, climbed down to the first floor and inconspicuously sneaked past the guards and through the exit. Avoiding spots covered by cameras as she had learnt from the plans she had stolen three months previously she crossed the yard and finally rounded the corner. She exhaled the air she didn't even know she was holding. She did it. She actually did it. Everything went according to her plans. Exactly the way she imagined it. She would dance and cheer if it weren't unbecoming to her status. Besides, it would look rather odd to see a young woman that looked to be barely of age dancing along the street, dressed in a tailored dress with white gloves and in high heels. Taking all these into consideration she just took the clips out of her hair, making it descend from an elegant bun and falling down her mid-back.

She slowed down her step and calmly stepped into a phone box at the corner. She called a taxi and waited for it in front of a well-lit shopwindow. Occasionally she would cast a look to the side to see if there was any sign of impending danger. Once or twice she saw some shadows appearing at the removed part of the street but it looked like any wannabe thieves were deterred by a well-lit spot she had chosen and the fact that it was surrounded by high-profile hotels and fancy restaurants. Despite this, she carefully wrapped her fingers around a dagger that she kept concealed on her person at all times. End of ends, you can never be overly careful in Dublin (or anywhere else, really) especially when you are a young woman walking alone, especially at night. They were such an easy prey. She snorted at the thought of her being an easy prey – or prey at all – to anyone. Just thinking of the faces her father and brothers would wear if anyone described her as a prey or damsel in distress in their close proximity. They would probably die from laughing fo hard at the mere notion of her being helpless. Well, people did say that looks could be deceiving and looking at her wouldn't make a person think, wow, she is dangerous. She could kill me without abandoning her current position and she could do that in more than ten ways if she resorted to only using her dagger.

No, to any outsider it would only look as if she was just a bit nervous and scared with a way she was holding her purse close and with her glancing up and down the street, in a way they would probably interpret as her worry that someone might try to rob her. Well, she was a bit worried about having someone try and steal her purse from her as it would inevitably lead to the full police investigation. Such investigation would be probably a must taking into account her family high standing in society, but it would also mean a lot of questions that she would prefer to leave unanswered. Not just regarding her fighting skills and potential murder charges on her account (self-defense, of course, but you cannot be sure about the reliability of the whole justice system nowadays) but also questions about why she thought it prudent to defend herself (and her purse) with such force, the latter leading into investigation about what she carried in her purse at the time. Considering the circumstances the had brought her to said place it was better for all involved that she came home undisturbed.

She spotted the taxi coming down the street. It stopped at the arranged place and she carefully came near it. After confirming the details she sat in the back seat and gave the driver her address. She leaned back and enjoyed the view of Dublin passing by. She had always enjoyed exploring it even as a child. There was just something unforgettable about the way every part of it told a different story. It was always a completely new adventure, frequenting different quarters, searching for a particular shop or, sometimes, just reliving Joyce's Ulixes while following the footsteps left by the book in mind of every reader that had managed to navigate through its confusing labyrinth of thoughts.

She was awoken from her thoughts by the driver that notified her that they arrived at her destination. She quickly paid him and added a generous tip. Exiting the cab she took note of her surroundings and, keys in hand, stepped toward big front door made of steel forged into elaborate forms that guarded the front yard of her house in the city. While not nearly as luxurious as their mansions in the countryside it enabled her anything she might have wished for while staying there. She entered, locked the door and strolled down the path decorated with small animal structures hiding between the bushes with some big trees visible in the distant part of the yard.

Noticing the lit windows of the drawing-room she hurried her step. When she was just about to touch the bell, the door opened. Tall, dark man with a lopside grin was looking at her with curiosity burning in his eyes.

''So, sis, how was your trip?'' he asked her while at the same time taking her hand and closing the door behind her. Locking it he turned to her, eyebrow raised. ''Well? Not encountering any troubles, I hope.''

She looked at him with fake hurt. ''How can you think so lowly of me? You are supposed to be my favourite brother,'' she pouted. Then she grinned at him. Slowly taking off her gloves she enjoyed watching him squirm waiting for her to finally show him her prize. After finishing she paused for a bigger dramatic effect and slowly pulled out something wrapped in green silk cloth. Removing the hem of it revealed a long, shiny blade within gem-embroidered holder. ''What do you think?''